<?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-8550051033621219003</id><updated>2012-02-23T01:24:52.831+02:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Songs or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying...</title><subtitle type='html'>an online "album" of my favourite songs and lyrics - one per day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>606</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4820930172159277657</id><published>2012-02-23T01:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T01:24:52.839+02:00</updated><title type='text'>604. Phantom limb - The Shins</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wur50eO9iu8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foals in winter coats,&lt;br /&gt;White girls of the North,&lt;br /&gt;File past one, five and one&lt;br /&gt;They are the fabled lambs,&lt;br /&gt;Of Sunday ham,&lt;br /&gt;The EHS norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they could float above the grass,&lt;br /&gt;In circles if they tried,&lt;br /&gt;A latent power I know they hide,&lt;br /&gt;To keep some hope alive,&lt;br /&gt;That a girl like I could ever try,&lt;br /&gt;Could ever try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just skirt the hallway sides,&lt;br /&gt;A phantom and a fly,&lt;br /&gt;Follow the lines and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;There's no connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And week of rolling eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And cheap shots from the trite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're off to Nemarca’s porch again,&lt;br /&gt;Another afternoon with the goat head tunes,&lt;br /&gt;And pilfered booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered through her mama's house,&lt;br /&gt;And milk from the window lights&lt;br /&gt;Family portrait circa ninety-five,&lt;br /&gt;This is that foreign land,&lt;br /&gt;With the sprayed on tans,&lt;br /&gt;And it all feels fine,&lt;br /&gt;Be it silk or slime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when they tap our Monday heads,&lt;br /&gt;Two zombies walk in our stead,&lt;br /&gt;This town seems hardly worth our time,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Too far along in our climb,&lt;br /&gt;Stepping over what now towers to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;With no connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh waooooooo waooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Oooh waooooooo waooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Oooh waooooooo waooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Oooh waooooooo waooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when they tap our Sunday heads,&lt;br /&gt;Two zombies walk in our stead,&lt;br /&gt;This town seems hardly worth our time,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Too far along in our crime,&lt;br /&gt;Stepping over what now towers to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;With no connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4820930172159277657?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4820930172159277657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4820930172159277657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/604-phantom-limb-shins.html' title='604. Phantom limb - The Shins'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wur50eO9iu8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-2191559174793412205</id><published>2012-02-23T00:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T00:39:43.547+02:00</updated><title type='text'>603. He needs me - Shelley Duvall</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oBVcuinfZ4c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all at once &lt;br /&gt;I knew, I knew at once&lt;br /&gt;I knew he needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I die I won't know why I knew he needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could fantasy oh... or maybe it's because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me &lt;br /&gt;He needs me &lt;br /&gt;He needs me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da dum dat dat dat da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a dime a dance&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take a chance I will because he needs me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever asked before, before, because they never needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I do"&lt;br /&gt;But he does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because he’s so alone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because he’s never had a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me &lt;br /&gt;He needs me &lt;br /&gt;He needs me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, for once in life I finally felt that someone needed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it turns out real&lt;br /&gt;Then love can turn the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;He needs me &lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me &lt;br /&gt;He needs me &lt;br /&gt;He needs me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da dum dat dat dat da da da&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-2191559174793412205?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2191559174793412205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2191559174793412205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/603-he-needs-me-shelley-duvall.html' title='603. He needs me - Shelley Duvall'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oBVcuinfZ4c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-7808547815755352506</id><published>2012-02-23T00:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T00:33:40.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>602. Neighborhood #2 (Laika) - Arcade Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C4EmXN9xvdE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander, our older brother,&lt;br /&gt;set out for a great adventure.&lt;br /&gt;He tore our images out of his pictures,&lt;br /&gt;he scratched our names out of all his letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Alex, you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Come on Alex, there's nothin' to it.&lt;br /&gt;If you want somethin' don't ask for nothin,&lt;br /&gt;if you want nothin' don't ask for somethin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!&lt;br /&gt;It's for your own good,&lt;br /&gt;it's for the neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;For the neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our older brother bit by a Vampire!&lt;br /&gt;For a year we caught his tears in a cup.&lt;br /&gt;And now we're gonna make him drink it.&lt;br /&gt;Come on Alex don't die or dry up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!&lt;br /&gt;It's for your own good,&lt;br /&gt;it's for the neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When daddy comes home you always start a fight,&lt;br /&gt;so the neighbors can dance in the police disco lights.&lt;br /&gt;The police disco lights.&lt;br /&gt;Now the neighbors can't dance! (x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-7808547815755352506?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7808547815755352506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7808547815755352506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/602-neighborhood-2-laika-arcade-fire.html' title='602. Neighborhood #2 (Laika) - Arcade Fire'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C4EmXN9xvdE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-2375404587502356971</id><published>2012-02-23T00:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T00:24:16.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>601. Haven't met you yet - Michael Bublé</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_Mc-onwVIBA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtu.be/pDR_ldGke6A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised&lt;br /&gt;Not everything lasts&lt;br /&gt;I've broken my heart so many times,&lt;br /&gt;I stop keeping track.&lt;br /&gt;Talk myself in&lt;br /&gt;I talk myself out&lt;br /&gt;I get all worked up&lt;br /&gt;And then i let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so very hard not to lose it&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a million excuses&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I thought of every possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know someday that It'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;You'll make me work, so we can work, to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid, that I'll give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up&lt;br /&gt;I guess It's half timing&lt;br /&gt;And the other half's luck&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it's right&lt;br /&gt;You come out of nowhere and into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we can be so amazing&lt;br /&gt;And baby your love is gonna change me&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see every possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I know that it will all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me work, so we can work, to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid, I'll give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say all fair&lt;br /&gt;And in love and war&lt;br /&gt;But I won't need to fight it&lt;br /&gt;We'll get it right&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we can be so amazing&lt;br /&gt;And being in your life is gonna change me&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see every single possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday I know it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And I'll work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;Promise you kid, I'll give more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Than I get, than I get, than I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me work, so we can work, to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid, to give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;Oh promise you kid&lt;br /&gt;To give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said love love, love, love, love, love, love,&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love,&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-2375404587502356971?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2375404587502356971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2375404587502356971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/601-havent-met-you-yet-michael-buble.html' title='601. Haven&apos;t met you yet - Michael Bublé'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_Mc-onwVIBA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-7264016162451573131</id><published>2012-02-21T00:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T00:31:07.802+02:00</updated><title type='text'>600. To build a home - The Cinematic Orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bjjc59FgUpg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a house built out of stone&lt;br /&gt;Wooden floors, walls and window sills...&lt;br /&gt;Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust...&lt;br /&gt;This is a place where I don't feel alone&lt;br /&gt;This is a place where I feel at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I built a home&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it disappeared&lt;br /&gt;from me&lt;br /&gt;from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the garden where we planted the seeds&lt;br /&gt;There is a tree as old as me&lt;br /&gt;Branches were sewn by the color of green&lt;br /&gt;Ground had arose and passed it's knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top&lt;br /&gt;I climbed the tree to see the world&lt;br /&gt;When the gusts came around to blow me down&lt;br /&gt;I held on as tightly as you held onto me&lt;br /&gt;I held on as tightly as you held onto me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I built a home&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it disappeared&lt;br /&gt;from me&lt;br /&gt;from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-7264016162451573131?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7264016162451573131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7264016162451573131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/600-to-build-home-cinematic-orchestra.html' title='600. To build a home - The Cinematic Orchestra'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bjjc59FgUpg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4606932595119684389</id><published>2012-02-21T00:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T00:29:23.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>599. Know-how - Kings of Convenience</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eKQuwAmIVKA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6U7c3gBwyEU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on this know-how &lt;br /&gt;Never been here before &lt;br /&gt;Peculiarly entrusted &lt;br /&gt;Possibly that's all &lt;br /&gt;Is history recorded? &lt;br /&gt;Does someone have a tape? &lt;br /&gt;Surely, I'm no pioneer &lt;br /&gt;Constellations stay the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit of danger &lt;br /&gt;When intriguingly &lt;br /&gt;Our little secret &lt;br /&gt;Trusts that you trust me &lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one will ever know &lt;br /&gt;That this was happening &lt;br /&gt;So tell me why you listen&lt;br /&gt;When nobody's talking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is there to know? &lt;br /&gt;All this is what it is &lt;br /&gt;You and me alone &lt;br /&gt;Sheer simplicity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4606932595119684389?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4606932595119684389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4606932595119684389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/599-know-how-kings-of-convenience.html' title='599. Know-how - Kings of Convenience'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eKQuwAmIVKA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4812789494639396847</id><published>2012-02-21T00:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T00:26:11.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'>598. O jogo - Tiago Bettencourt</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xVhtX1pZS6M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia em vão no jogo em que ninguém ganhou&lt;br /&gt;Dá mais cartas, baixa a luz e vem esquecer o amor&lt;br /&gt;És tu quem quer&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu quem não quer ver que o tudo é tão maior&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está frio demais para apostar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê que a noite pode ser tão pouco como nós&lt;br /&gt;Neste quarto o tempo é medo e o medo faz-nos sós&lt;br /&gt;És tu quem quer&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu só sei ver que o tempo já passou e eu fugi&lt;br /&gt;Que aqui está frio demais para me sentir... mas queres&lt;br /&gt;ficar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queres levar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que eu&lt;br /&gt;Não sei largar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem rasgar o escuro desta chuva que sujou!&lt;br /&gt;Vem que a água vai lavar o que me dói!&lt;br /&gt;Vem que nem o último a cair vai perder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4812789494639396847?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4812789494639396847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4812789494639396847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/598-o-jogo-tiago-bettencourt.html' title='598. O jogo - Tiago Bettencourt'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xVhtX1pZS6M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5164313020583800079</id><published>2012-02-14T00:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T00:26:28.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>597. 25 minutes to go - Johnny Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jxvR7ZUjaJk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0CM_E5kfjGQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they're building a gallows outside my cell and I've got 25 minutes to go&lt;br /&gt;And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go&lt;br /&gt;Well they gave me some beans for my last meal with 23 minutes to go&lt;br /&gt;But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;Well I sent for the governor and the whole darn bunch with 21 minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;And I called up the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;Then the sheriff said BOY I'm gonna watch you die with 19 minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye with 18 minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold 12 more minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine 10 more minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm waitin' for the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;But this AINT THE MOVIES so forget about me 8 more minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;With my feet on the trap and my head in the noose 5 more minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;And it's too darn pretty for a man to want to die 2 more minutes to go &lt;br /&gt;I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go &lt;br /&gt;And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5164313020583800079?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5164313020583800079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5164313020583800079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/597-25-minutes-to-go-johnny-cash.html' title='597. 25 minutes to go - Johnny Cash'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jxvR7ZUjaJk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1900754829687037427</id><published>2012-02-14T00:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T00:22:25.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>596. Working class hero - John Lennon</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/njG7p6CSbCU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you're born they make you feel small&lt;br /&gt;By giving you no time instead of it all&lt;br /&gt;Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hurt you at home and they hit you at school&lt;br /&gt;They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool&lt;br /&gt;Till you're so ****ing crazy you can't follow their rules&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years&lt;br /&gt;Then they expect you to pick a career&lt;br /&gt;When you can't really function you're so full of fear&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV&lt;br /&gt;And you think you're so clever and classless and free&lt;br /&gt;But you're still ****ing peasants as far as I can see&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's room at the top they're telling you still&lt;br /&gt;But first you must learn how to smile as you kill&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be like the folks on the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be a hero well just follow me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1900754829687037427?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1900754829687037427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1900754829687037427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/596-working-class-hero-john-lennon.html' title='596. Working class hero - John Lennon'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/njG7p6CSbCU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4605587755582282510</id><published>2012-02-12T04:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T04:49:12.907+02:00</updated><title type='text'>595. The immigrant song - Trent Reznor &amp; Karen O</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mVLJkIZvFlo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fkP3urtYCkc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, &lt;br /&gt;We come from the land of the ice and snow, &lt;br /&gt;From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. &lt;br /&gt;The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands, &lt;br /&gt;To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, &lt;br /&gt;We come from the land of the ice and snow, &lt;br /&gt;From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.&lt;br /&gt;How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, &lt;br /&gt;Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins, &lt;br /&gt;For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4605587755582282510?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4605587755582282510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4605587755582282510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/595-immigrant-song-trent-reznor-karen-o.html' title='595. The immigrant song - Trent Reznor &amp; Karen O'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mVLJkIZvFlo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5313641977215675413</id><published>2012-02-08T04:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T04:38:29.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>594. The modern age - The Strokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RzO7IGWGxu8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cfamwv1kR4M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up on a hill is where we begin&lt;br /&gt;This little story a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Stop to pretend, stop pretending&lt;br /&gt;It seems this game is simply never-ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in the sun, sun having fun&lt;br /&gt;It's in my blood&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want you here right now&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, oh, let me g-g-g-g-g-g-go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' just in time&lt;br /&gt;Stay there for a while&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch her eye&lt;br /&gt;Work hard and say it's easy&lt;br /&gt;Do it just to please me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be different&lt;br /&gt;So I'll pretend I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fears are different here&lt;br /&gt;We train in A-V-A&lt;br /&gt;I wish you hadn't stayed&lt;br /&gt;My vision's clearer now, but I'm unafraid&lt;br /&gt;Flying overseas, no time to feel the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I took too many varieties&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in the sun, sun having fun&lt;br /&gt;It's in my blood&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want you here right now&lt;br /&gt;Let me go&lt;br /&gt;Darling let me g-g-g-g-g-g-go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving just in time&lt;br /&gt;Staying for a while&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch her eye&lt;br /&gt;Work hard and say it's easy&lt;br /&gt;Do it just to please me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be different&lt;br /&gt;So this is why I'm leaving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5313641977215675413?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5313641977215675413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5313641977215675413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/594-modern-age-strokes.html' title='594. The modern age - The Strokes'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RzO7IGWGxu8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-2744958388707993645</id><published>2012-02-08T04:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T04:34:57.944+02:00</updated><title type='text'>593. Dead and gone - The Black Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s_nM10vgwVY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah nah, nah nah, nah nah nah, nah nah (x2)&lt;br /&gt;Wo oh oh (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long&lt;br /&gt;Why you waiting so long?&lt;br /&gt;After every single word is said&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along&lt;br /&gt;Don't you drag me along&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you know I'll follow you&lt;br /&gt;Until the truth is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go anywhere you go (x2)&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh (x2)&lt;br /&gt;All the way, all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go anywhere you go (x2)&lt;br /&gt;All the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long&lt;br /&gt;why'd it take you so long&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear the whistle blow&lt;br /&gt;I'm down below, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me, I'll call you&lt;br /&gt;With what you say, I'll obey&lt;br /&gt;a cheer tonight, or eatin' right&lt;br /&gt;I need to say, gotta say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go anywhere you go (x2)&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh (x2)&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;All the way, all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah nah, nah nah, nah nah nah, nah nah (x2)&lt;br /&gt;Wo oh oh (x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-2744958388707993645?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2744958388707993645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2744958388707993645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/593-dead-and-gone-black-keys.html' title='593. Dead and gone - The Black Keys'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s_nM10vgwVY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-2613405091944721423</id><published>2012-02-03T19:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T19:48:18.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>592. Billie Jean - The Civil Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HpMxLfi-tmc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MZhIm-XtZIk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene&lt;br /&gt;I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one&lt;br /&gt;Who will dance on the floor in the round&lt;br /&gt;She said I am the one will dance on the floor in the round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene&lt;br /&gt;Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one&lt;br /&gt;Who will dance on the floor in the round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always told me be careful of what you do&lt;br /&gt;And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts&lt;br /&gt;And mother always told me be careful of who you love&lt;br /&gt;And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean is not my lover&lt;br /&gt;She's just a girl who claims that I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For forty days and forty nights&lt;br /&gt;The law was on her side&lt;br /&gt;But who can stand when she's in demand&lt;br /&gt;Her schemes and plans&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we danced on the floor in the round&lt;br /&gt;So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice&lt;br /&gt;(Do think twice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told my baby we'd danced till three, then she looked at me&lt;br /&gt;Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no!)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always told me be careful of what you do&lt;br /&gt;And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts&lt;br /&gt;She came and stood right by me&lt;br /&gt;Then the smell of sweet perfume&lt;br /&gt;This happened much too soon&lt;br /&gt;She called me to her room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean is not my lover&lt;br /&gt;She's just a girl who claims that I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean is not my lover&lt;br /&gt;She's just a girl who claims that I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean is not my lover&lt;br /&gt;She's just a girl who claims that I am the one&lt;br /&gt;But the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;She says I am the one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-2613405091944721423?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2613405091944721423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2613405091944721423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/592-billie-jean-civil-wars.html' title='592. Billie Jean - The Civil Wars'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HpMxLfi-tmc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4956580766721013453</id><published>2012-02-03T19:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T19:44:57.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>591. Why I love you - Jay Z &amp; Kanye West</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pEwwuLWeDJM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus -- Mr Hudson:]&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;But why I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;[x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jay-Z:]&lt;br /&gt;Picture if you will, that the throne was burning&lt;br /&gt;Rome was burning, and I'm sitting in the corner all alone burning&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;Something that we don't determine&lt;br /&gt;Same people that I fought for&lt;br /&gt;That I fight for, that I ride for&lt;br /&gt;That I live for, that I die for&lt;br /&gt;Be the reason that these niggas is alive for&lt;br /&gt;And they want me dead&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so sorry but I just can't die for you&lt;br /&gt;But I can make em put their hands in the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;We waiting for the fireworks like July 4th&lt;br /&gt;Get fly more, get high more, cry boy, why for?&lt;br /&gt;When the grief is over, beef is over, I'll be fly when Easter's over&lt;br /&gt;I tried to teach niggas how to be kings&lt;br /&gt;And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers&lt;br /&gt;So the love is gone, til blood is drawn&lt;br /&gt;So we no longer wear the same uniform&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you squares, the circle got smaller&lt;br /&gt;The castle got bigger, the walls got taller&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told after all that said&lt;br /&gt;Niggas still got love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus -- Mr Hudson:]&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;But why I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;[x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]&lt;br /&gt;Showed love to you niggas&lt;br /&gt;You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the pieces, before you swept on it&lt;br /&gt;God damn this shit leaves a mess don't it&lt;br /&gt;Shit feelin' like death don't it&lt;br /&gt;Charge it to the game, whatever's left on it&lt;br /&gt;I spent about a minute, maybe less on it&lt;br /&gt;Fly pelican fly, turn the jets on it&lt;br /&gt;But first I shall digress on it&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't I a good king?&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe too much of a good thing, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I spoil you? Me or the money, what you loyal to?&lt;br /&gt;(Huh, I gave you my loyalty)&lt;br /&gt;Made you royalty and royalties&lt;br /&gt;(Took care of these niggas lawyer fees)&lt;br /&gt;And this is how niggas rewardin' me&lt;br /&gt;(Damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus -- Mr Hudson:]&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;But why I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]&lt;br /&gt;Bussin' at me, b-b-b-bussin' at me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm bullet proof, bitch you can't get nothin' past me&lt;br /&gt;Got body armor (A nigga gotta watch the throne)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bussin' back, so niggas in a glass house should not throw stones&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the love turns to hate?&lt;br /&gt;(Gotta separate from these fuckin' fakes)&lt;br /&gt;Caesar didn't see it so he ceased to exist&lt;br /&gt;So the nigga that killed him had keys to his shit&lt;br /&gt;Am I my brother's keeper?&lt;br /&gt;(Only if that nigga don't creep up)&lt;br /&gt;Got a pistol under my pillow&lt;br /&gt;(I've never been a deep sleeper)&lt;br /&gt;P-p-p-paranoia&lt;br /&gt;(Cause the nigga that said he'll...)&lt;br /&gt;Blast for ya (Is now...)&lt;br /&gt;Blastin' for ya, that's an assassin for ya&lt;br /&gt;(These niggas got a shot they'll shoot)&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord (Forgive him)&lt;br /&gt;For these niggas (Not know) What they, (Do) (Ooh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4956580766721013453?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4956580766721013453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4956580766721013453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/591-why-i-love-you-jay-z-kanye-west.html' title='591. Why I love you - Jay Z &amp; Kanye West'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pEwwuLWeDJM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5792498048231228610</id><published>2012-02-03T19:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T19:40:50.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>590. Can´t tell me nothing - Kanye West</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kvSuoigwoGk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Wait 'til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke I spent that on a necklace&lt;br /&gt;I told God I'd be back in a second&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's so hard not to act reckless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom much is given much is tested&lt;br /&gt;Get arrested guess until he get the message&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny&lt;br /&gt;And what I do? Act more stupidly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought more jewelry, more Louis V&lt;br /&gt;My momma couldn't get through to me&lt;br /&gt;The drama, people suing me&lt;br /&gt;I'm on TV talkin' like it's just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying how I feel, man&lt;br /&gt;I ain't one of the Cosby's, I ain't go to Hill, man&lt;br /&gt;I guess the money should have changed him&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should have forgot where I came from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Wait 'til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me? Was you saying something?&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let up the suicide doors&lt;br /&gt;This is my life homey, you decide yours&lt;br /&gt;I know that Jesus died for us&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't tell you who the side was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I parallel double park that mother*** sideways&lt;br /&gt;Old folks talking 'bout back in my day&lt;br /&gt;But homey this is my day, class started two hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Oh, am I late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I already graduated&lt;br /&gt;And you can live through anything if Magic made it&lt;br /&gt;They say I talk with so much emphasis&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, they so sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever fix your lips like collagen&lt;br /&gt;And then say something where you gonna end up apologin'&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if it's a problem man&lt;br /&gt;Aight man, holla then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Wait 'til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me? Was you saying something?&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the champagne splash&lt;br /&gt;Let that man get cash&lt;br /&gt;Let that man get passed&lt;br /&gt;He don't even stop to get gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can move through the rumors&lt;br /&gt;He can drive off of fumes 'cause&lt;br /&gt;How he move in a room full of no's?&lt;br /&gt;How he stay faithful in a room full of ***?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be the Pharaohs, he in tune with his soul&lt;br /&gt;So when he buried in a tomb full of gold&lt;br /&gt;Treasure, what's your pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Life is a, uh, dependin' how you dress her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if the Devil wear Prada, Adam, Eve wear Nada&lt;br /&gt;I'm in between but way more fresher&lt;br /&gt;With way less effort&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you try hard is when you die hard&lt;br /&gt;Y'all homies lookin' like, why God?&lt;br /&gt;When they reminisce over you, my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Wait 'til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me? Was you saying something?&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Wait 'til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5792498048231228610?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5792498048231228610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5792498048231228610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/590-cant-tell-me-nothing-kanye-west.html' title='590. Can´t tell me nothing - Kanye West'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kvSuoigwoGk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1170353873326459279</id><published>2012-02-03T19:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T19:38:51.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>589. One fudge - El Fudge</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SevScFiFCi4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1170353873326459279?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1170353873326459279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1170353873326459279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/589-one-fudge-el-fudge.html' title='589. One fudge - El Fudge'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SevScFiFCi4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-6223062820707880080</id><published>2012-02-03T19:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T19:34:35.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>588. True love will find you in the end - Wilco</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/myD01qZjnYU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love will find you in the end&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out just who was your friend&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad, I know you will,&lt;br /&gt;But don't give up until&lt;br /&gt;True love will find you in the end&lt;br /&gt;This is a promise with a catch&lt;br /&gt;Only if you're looking can it find you&lt;br /&gt;Cause true love is searching too&lt;br /&gt;But how can it recognize you&lt;br /&gt;Unless you step out into the light?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad, I know you will&lt;br /&gt;But don't give up until&lt;br /&gt;True love will find you in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-6223062820707880080?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6223062820707880080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6223062820707880080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/588.html' title='588. True love will find you in the end - Wilco'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/myD01qZjnYU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5390529036349249470</id><published>2012-02-02T03:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T03:08:29.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>587. Service bell - Grizzly Bear &amp; Feist</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C3RJw7FfHKs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a service bell by my bed for you&lt;br /&gt;let the others do what they do&lt;br /&gt;I will hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a service bell by my bed for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5390529036349249470?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5390529036349249470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5390529036349249470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/587-service-bell-grizzly-bear-feist.html' title='587. Service bell - Grizzly Bear &amp; Feist'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C3RJw7FfHKs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-7201735063901160247</id><published>2012-02-01T02:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T02:28:05.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>586. You are my sunshine - The Civil Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LPVW2ed_9Lc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cri8f_IW0Bc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy when skies are gray&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know dear, how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night dear, as I lay sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I held you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken&lt;br /&gt;So I hung my head and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you and make you happy,&lt;br /&gt;If you will only say the same.&lt;br /&gt;But if you leave me and love another,&lt;br /&gt;You'll regret it all some day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy when skies are gray&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know dear, how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me once, dear, you really loved me&lt;br /&gt;And no one else could come between.&lt;br /&gt;But not you've left me and love another;&lt;br /&gt;You have shattered all of my dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy when skies are gray&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know dear, how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me&lt;br /&gt;When I awake my poor heart pains.&lt;br /&gt;So when you come back and make me happy&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive you dear, I'll take all the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy when skies are gray&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know dear, how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-7201735063901160247?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7201735063901160247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7201735063901160247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/02/586-you-are-my-sunshine-civil-wars.html' title='586. You are my sunshine - The Civil Wars'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LPVW2ed_9Lc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4279773352013366915</id><published>2012-01-31T00:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:43:13.967+02:00</updated><title type='text'>585. Cup of coffee - Garbage</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-zMFrF_pmr4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4A2JZFXhPdY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you don't love me over a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;And I just have to look away&lt;br /&gt;A million miles between us&lt;br /&gt;Planets crashing to dust&lt;br /&gt;I just let it fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking empty streets hoping we might meet&lt;br /&gt;I see your car parked on the road&lt;br /&gt;The light on at your window&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that you're home&lt;br /&gt;But I just have to pass on by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no of course we can't be friends&lt;br /&gt;Not while I'm still this obsessed&lt;br /&gt;I guess I always knew the score&lt;br /&gt;This is how our story ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smoke your brand of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And pray that you might give me a call&lt;br /&gt;I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls&lt;br /&gt;Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born&lt;br /&gt;And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no of course we can't be friends&lt;br /&gt;Not while I still feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I guess I always knew the score&lt;br /&gt;This is where our story ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left behind some clothes&lt;br /&gt;My belly summersaults when I pick them off the floor&lt;br /&gt;My friends all say they're worried&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking far too skinny&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped returning all their calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no of course we can't be friends&lt;br /&gt;Not while I'm still so obsessed&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask where I went wrong &lt;br /&gt;But don't say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;To prove that you don't love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4279773352013366915?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4279773352013366915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4279773352013366915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/585-cup-of-coffee-garbage.html' title='585. Cup of coffee - Garbage'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-zMFrF_pmr4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3474559538717167383</id><published>2012-01-30T00:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:09:16.157+02:00</updated><title type='text'>584. No church in the wild - Jay-Z &amp; Kanye West</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M37VucWh06Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook: Frank Ocean]&lt;br /&gt;Human beings in a mob&lt;br /&gt;What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a God?&lt;br /&gt;What's a God to a non-believer who don't believe in anything?&lt;br /&gt;Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jay-Z]&lt;br /&gt;Tears on the mausoleum floor, blood stains the Colosseum doors&lt;br /&gt;Lies on the lips of a priest, Thanksgiving disguised as a feast&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in Rolls Royce Corniche&lt;br /&gt;Only the doctors got this, I’m hiding from police&lt;br /&gt;Cocaine seats, all white like I got the whole thing bleached&lt;br /&gt;Drug dealer chic, I’m wondering if a thug’s prayers reach&lt;br /&gt;Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?&lt;br /&gt;Socrates asked whose bias do y'all seek?&lt;br /&gt;All for Plato, screech, I’m out here balling, I know yall hear my sneaks&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy he laid beats&lt;br /&gt;Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats, preach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge: The-Dream]&lt;br /&gt;I live by you, desire&lt;br /&gt;I stand by you, walk through the fire&lt;br /&gt;Your love is my scripture&lt;br /&gt;Let me into your encryption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kanye West]&lt;br /&gt;Coke on her black skin&lt;br /&gt;Make a stripe like a zebra, I call that jungle fever&lt;br /&gt;You will not control the threesome&lt;br /&gt;Just roll the weed up until I get me some&lt;br /&gt;We formed a new religion&lt;br /&gt;No sins as long as there’s permission&lt;br /&gt;And deception is the only felony&lt;br /&gt;So never fuck nobody without telling me&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses and Advil, last night was mad real&lt;br /&gt;Sun coming up, 5 a.m., I wonder if they got cabs still?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking 'bout the girl in all leopard&lt;br /&gt;Who was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;Two tattoos one read "No Apologies"&lt;br /&gt;The other said "Love is Cursed by Monogamy"&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that the pastor don’t preach&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that a teacher can’t teach&lt;br /&gt;When we die the money we can’t keep&lt;br /&gt;But we probably spend it all cause the pain ain’t cheap, preach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3474559538717167383?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3474559538717167383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3474559538717167383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/584-no-church-in-wild-jay-z-kanye-west.html' title='584. No church in the wild - Jay-Z &amp; Kanye West'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M37VucWh06Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1276858689093855052</id><published>2012-01-29T23:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:00:22.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>583. Well thought out twinkles - Silversun Pickups</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZDDfVAF1D-Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ef5Gcv8wr0Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was that scar situated from afar&lt;br /&gt;what was that light integrated in your mind&lt;br /&gt;what have you done it's too early for everyone&lt;br /&gt;wait for that sign spilling over and passed in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come join in the last hurrah with open sores and open jaw&lt;br /&gt;find one last flaw and keep it safe and free from harm&lt;br /&gt;what have you done it's too early for everyone&lt;br /&gt;so smile go inside come to see there is no sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here we are revisiting&lt;br /&gt;a time a place a whole industry well we&lt;br /&gt;we promise we'll be leaving soon&lt;br /&gt;we share apocalyptic views&lt;br /&gt;how comforting that we feel it too&lt;br /&gt;who are we to promise we'll be leaving shortly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come join in the last hurrah with open sores and open&lt;br /&gt;jaw&lt;br /&gt;what was that light integrated in your mind&lt;br /&gt;what have you done it's too early for everyone&lt;br /&gt;wait for that sign spilling over and over and&lt;br /&gt;over........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1276858689093855052?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1276858689093855052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1276858689093855052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/583-well-thought-out-twinkles-silversun_29.html' title='583. Well thought out twinkles - Silversun Pickups'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZDDfVAF1D-Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3056227483180352469</id><published>2012-01-28T17:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:04:11.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>582. A vida é feita de pequenos nadas - Sérgio Godinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V1MWLIBi-3g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Segunda-feira &lt;br /&gt;trabalhei de olhos fechados &lt;br /&gt;na terça-feira &lt;br /&gt;acordei impaciente &lt;br /&gt;na quarta-feira &lt;br /&gt;vi os meus braços revoltados &lt;br /&gt;na quinta-feira &lt;br /&gt;lutei com a minha gente &lt;br /&gt;na sexta-feira &lt;br /&gt;soube que ia continuar &lt;br /&gt;no sábado &lt;br /&gt;fui à feira do lugar &lt;br /&gt;mais uma corrida, mais uma viagem &lt;br /&gt;fim-de-semana é para ganhar coragem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito boa noite, senhoras e senhores &lt;br /&gt;muito boa noite, meninos e meninas &lt;br /&gt;muito boa noite, Manuéis e Joaquinas &lt;br /&gt;enfim, boa noite, gente de todas as cores &lt;br /&gt;e feitios e medidas &lt;br /&gt;e perdoem-me as pessoas &lt;br /&gt;que ficaram esquecidas &lt;br /&gt;boa noite, amigos, companheiros, camaradas &lt;br /&gt;a vida é feita de pequenos nadas &lt;br /&gt;a vida é feita de pequenos nadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos tantos a não ter quase nada &lt;br /&gt;porque há uns poucos que têm quase tudo &lt;br /&gt;mas nada vale protestar &lt;br /&gt;o melhor ainda é ser mudo &lt;br /&gt;isto diz de um gabinete &lt;br /&gt;quem acha que o casse-tête &lt;br /&gt;é a melhor das soluções &lt;br /&gt;para resolver situações &lt;br /&gt;delicadas &lt;br /&gt;a vida é feita de pequenos nadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que é certo &lt;br /&gt;é que os que têm quase tudo &lt;br /&gt;devem tudo aos que têm muito pouco &lt;br /&gt;mas fechem bem esses ouvidos &lt;br /&gt;que o melhor ainda é ser mouco &lt;br /&gt;isto diz paternalmente &lt;br /&gt;quem acha que é ponto assente &lt;br /&gt;que isto nunca vai mudar &lt;br /&gt;e que o melhor é começar a apanhar &lt;br /&gt;umas chapadas &lt;br /&gt;a vida é feita de pequenos nadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Segunda-feira &lt;br /&gt;trabalhei de olhos fechados &lt;br /&gt;na terça-feira &lt;br /&gt;acordei impaciente &lt;br /&gt;na quarta-feira &lt;br /&gt;vi os meus braços revoltados &lt;br /&gt;na quinta-feira &lt;br /&gt;lutei com a minha gente &lt;br /&gt;na sexta-feira &lt;br /&gt;soube que ia continuar &lt;br /&gt;no sábado &lt;br /&gt;fui à feira do lugar &lt;br /&gt;mais uma corrida, mais uma viagem &lt;br /&gt;fim-de-semana é para ganhar coragem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito boa noite, senhoras e senhores &lt;br /&gt;muito boa noite, meninos e meninas &lt;br /&gt;muito boa noite, Manuéis e Joaquinas &lt;br /&gt;enfim, boa noite, gente de todas as cores &lt;br /&gt;e feitios e medidas &lt;br /&gt;e perdoem-me as pessoas &lt;br /&gt;que ficaram esquecidas &lt;br /&gt;boa noite, amigos, companheiros, camaradas &lt;br /&gt;a vida é feita de pequenos nadas &lt;br /&gt;a vida é feita de pequenos nadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que quase tudo vale pouco &lt;br /&gt;quem o diz não vale mesmo nada &lt;br /&gt;porque não julguem que a gente &lt;br /&gt;vai ficar aqui especada &lt;br /&gt;à espera que a solução &lt;br /&gt;seja servida em boião &lt;br /&gt;com um rótulo: Veneno! &lt;br /&gt;é para tomar desde pequeno &lt;br /&gt;às colheradas &lt;br /&gt;a vida é feita de pequenos nadas &lt;br /&gt;boa noite, amigos, companheiros, camaradas &lt;br /&gt;a vida é feita de pequenos nadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3056227483180352469?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3056227483180352469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3056227483180352469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/582-vida-e-feita-de-pequenos-nadas.html' title='582. A vida é feita de pequenos nadas - Sérgio Godinho'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/V1MWLIBi-3g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-7322640509725078919</id><published>2012-01-28T03:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T03:44:04.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>581. Sleight of hand - Pearl Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fdBq_IPhtEM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-z8uvEKulg0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine was the theme. He'd wake up wash and pour himself into uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Something he hadn't imagined being.&lt;br /&gt;As the merging traffic passed he found himself staring down at his own hands.&lt;br /&gt;Not remembering the change. Not recalling the plan. Was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was okay but wondering about wandering.&lt;br /&gt;Was it age by consequence or was he moved by sleight of hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays were made to fall. Lost on a road he knew by heart.&lt;br /&gt;It was like a book he read in his sleep. Endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he hid in the radio watching other pull into their homes.&lt;br /&gt;While he was drifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a line of his own. Off the line of the side. Bye the by.&lt;br /&gt;As dirt turned to sand. As if moved by sleight of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he reached the shore of his clip on world he resurfaced to the norm.&lt;br /&gt;Organized his few things. His coat and keys.&lt;br /&gt;And he knew realizations would have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Till he had more time. More time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time to dream to himself. He waves goodbye to himself.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Another man moved by sleight of hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-7322640509725078919?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7322640509725078919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7322640509725078919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/581-sleight-of-hand-pearl-jam.html' title='581. Sleight of hand - Pearl Jam'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fdBq_IPhtEM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-6362405289446145594</id><published>2012-01-25T15:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:00:38.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>580. Winter winds - Mumford &amp; Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_KCg_QEHtkY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts&lt;br /&gt;Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?&lt;br /&gt;For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my head told my heart&lt;br /&gt;"Let love grow"&lt;br /&gt;But my heart told my head&lt;br /&gt;"This time no&lt;br /&gt;This time no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be washed and buried one day my girl&lt;br /&gt;And the time we were given will be left for the world&lt;br /&gt;The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague&lt;br /&gt;So let the memories be good for those who stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my head told my heart&lt;br /&gt;"Let love grow"&lt;br /&gt;But my heart told my head&lt;br /&gt;"This time no"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my heart told my head&lt;br /&gt;"This time no&lt;br /&gt;This time no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved&lt;br /&gt;Was the same that sent me into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone&lt;br /&gt;And no hope, no hope will overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your strife strikes at your sleep&lt;br /&gt;Remember spring swaps snow for leaves&lt;br /&gt;You'll be happy and wholesome again&lt;br /&gt;When the city clears and sun ascends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my head told my heart&lt;br /&gt;"Let love grow"&lt;br /&gt;But my heart told my head&lt;br /&gt;"This time no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my head told my heart&lt;br /&gt;"Let love grow"&lt;br /&gt;But my heart told my head&lt;br /&gt;"This time no&lt;br /&gt;This time no"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-6362405289446145594?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6362405289446145594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6362405289446145594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/580-winter-winds-mumford-sons.html' title='580. Winter winds - Mumford &amp; Sons'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_KCg_QEHtkY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1159072599999898373</id><published>2012-01-23T23:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:53:36.019+02:00</updated><title type='text'>579. 1940 - The Submarines</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fVRpgl9yhIw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NVHQNGzPbOI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings wrong when you regret&lt;br /&gt;Things that haven't happened yet&lt;br /&gt;But it's a glorious day when morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Without the feeling of alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rise, and shine&lt;br /&gt;Nows the time to be alive&lt;br /&gt;To stay awake with me a while, and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't sleep for the awful fright &lt;br /&gt;That kept you up in bed last&lt;br /&gt;But curious shape shift in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;They vanish with the sunrise spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rise, and shine&lt;br /&gt;Nows the time to be alive&lt;br /&gt;To stay awake with me a while, and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rise, and shine&lt;br /&gt;Nows the time to be alive&lt;br /&gt;To stay awake with me a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rise, and shine&lt;br /&gt;Nows the time to be alive&lt;br /&gt;To stay awake with me a while, and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings wrong. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1159072599999898373?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1159072599999898373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1159072599999898373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/579-1940-submarines.html' title='579. 1940 - The Submarines'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fVRpgl9yhIw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-8789731930286526631</id><published>2012-01-20T03:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T03:24:03.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>578. Pumped up kicks - Foster The People</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SDTZ7iX4vTQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's got a quick hand&lt;br /&gt;He'll look around the room he won't tell you his plan&lt;br /&gt;He's got a&amp;#65279; rolled cigarette&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he found a six shooter gun&lt;br /&gt;In his dad's closet in a box of fun things&lt;br /&gt;And i don't even know what&lt;br /&gt;But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other kids with the pumped up kicks&lt;br /&gt;You better run, better run, outrun my gun&lt;br /&gt;All the other kids with the pumped up kicks&lt;br /&gt;Better run, better run faster than my bullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy works a long day&lt;br /&gt;He be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;#65279; he's bring me a surprise&lt;br /&gt;Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger&lt;br /&gt;I reason with my cigarette&lt;br /&gt;Then say your hair's on fire you must have lost your wits yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other kids with the pumped up kicks&lt;br /&gt;You better run, better run, outrun my gun&lt;br /&gt;All the other kids with the pumped up kicks&lt;br /&gt;Better run, better run faster than my bullet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-8789731930286526631?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8789731930286526631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8789731930286526631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/578-pumped-up-kicks-foster-people.html' title='578. Pumped up kicks - Foster The People'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SDTZ7iX4vTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5597954355099432533</id><published>2012-01-19T03:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T03:54:17.731+02:00</updated><title type='text'>577. Srª. Maria do Olival - Quinta do Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U3C5Qdkrmj4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tentação por-me ao&lt;br /&gt;Caminho&lt;br /&gt;Logo pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;De que me serve, toda esta&lt;br /&gt;Pressa&lt;br /&gt;Se ela vai longe&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma é a tulipa da aurora&lt;br /&gt;Oh dama de escuro&lt;br /&gt;Não vos tarda a demora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhora Maria do Olival&lt;br /&gt;Fui chama do pecado sensual&lt;br /&gt;Desculpai-me a maçada, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não fiz por mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto em mim, todo este vazio&lt;br /&gt;Para onde vou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Por este mar de ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Que me traz a paz&lt;br /&gt;Ai, que vida esta, quando a lua&lt;br /&gt;É cheia&lt;br /&gt;Minha boa amiga&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou cantando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhora Maria do Olival&lt;br /&gt;Fui chama do pecado sensual&lt;br /&gt;Desculpai-me a maçada, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não fiz por mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5597954355099432533?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5597954355099432533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5597954355099432533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/577-sr-maria-do-olival-quinta-do-bill.html' title='577. Srª. Maria do Olival - Quinta do Bill'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/U3C5Qdkrmj4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-6896143717700081602</id><published>2012-01-19T03:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T03:50:35.627+02:00</updated><title type='text'>576. De segunda a sexta-feira - Quinta do Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/74cwNM_gEPg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De 2ª a 6ª feira tudo passa lento &lt;br /&gt;nasce o dia sempre igual em tom cinzento &lt;br /&gt;onde apenas sou mais um, nem sequer só por um momento &lt;br /&gt;paro um pouco p'ra pensar neste seu tormento &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu sou filho de gente que não desatina &lt;br /&gt;toda a vida fui fiel a uma doutrina &lt;br /&gt;que apenas me reprime, me sufoca e me disciplina &lt;br /&gt;quem me aponta uma saída para esta rotina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ª à noite não me falem mais de trabalho &lt;br /&gt;eu quero ir embora para o arraial dançar, pular &lt;br /&gt;tenho uma amiga à espera &lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos uma vez que seja diferente e tente me &lt;br /&gt;perder &lt;br /&gt;seja apenas um escravo do prazer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-6896143717700081602?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6896143717700081602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6896143717700081602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/576-de-segunda-sexta-feira-quinta-do.html' title='576. De segunda a sexta-feira - Quinta do Bill'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/74cwNM_gEPg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5599702256542214944</id><published>2012-01-19T03:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T03:44:56.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>575. Filhos da nação - Quinta do Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C2BPK9kM_pA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estás tu, jovem atento&lt;br /&gt;acordado neste fim de século&lt;br /&gt;à espera de um lugar&lt;br /&gt;difícil de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;no canudo vive a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Atrás das luzes em vertigem&lt;br /&gt;ao medo da noite decente&lt;br /&gt;que tens que conquistar&lt;br /&gt;tu tens de conquistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai estes são os filhos da nação&lt;br /&gt;adultos para sempre&lt;br /&gt;ansiosos por saber&lt;br /&gt;se a cruz é salvação&lt;br /&gt;Pões as cenas sem nada para temer&lt;br /&gt;velho cúmplice da decisão &lt;br /&gt;presa é uma ordem&lt;br /&gt;que não podes quebrar,&lt;br /&gt;o desfacinado ofício da vitória&lt;br /&gt;A fúria de um monólogo&lt;br /&gt;que insiste em partilhar&lt;br /&gt;mas não entendes porquê&lt;br /&gt;mas não entendes porquê&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5599702256542214944?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5599702256542214944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5599702256542214944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/575-filhos-da-nacao-quinta-do-bill.html' title='575. Filhos da nação - Quinta do Bill'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C2BPK9kM_pA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-8515748783613670540</id><published>2012-01-19T03:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T03:42:27.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>574. Maria - Xutos e Pontapés</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nxo8sfxTB3w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Bragança a Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;São 9 Horas de distância&lt;br /&gt;Q'ria ter um avião&lt;br /&gt;P'ra lá ir mais amiúde&lt;br /&gt;Dei cabo da tolerância&lt;br /&gt;Rebentei com três radares&lt;br /&gt;Só para te ter mais perto&lt;br /&gt;Só para tu te dares&lt;br /&gt;E saio Agora!&lt;br /&gt;E vou correndo!&lt;br /&gt;E vou-me embora!&lt;br /&gt;E vou correndo!&lt;br /&gt;Já não demora!&lt;br /&gt;E vou correndo p'ra ti...Maria!!&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez vim de Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Num comboio azarado&lt;br /&gt;Nem máquina tinha ainda&lt;br /&gt;E já estava atrasado&lt;br /&gt;Dei comigo agarrado&lt;br /&gt;Ao porteiro mais pequeno&lt;br /&gt;E tu de certeza à espera&lt;br /&gt;Rebolando-te no feno&lt;br /&gt;E saio agora!&lt;br /&gt;E vou correndo!&lt;br /&gt;E vou-me embora!&lt;br /&gt;E vou correndo!&lt;br /&gt;Já não demora!&lt;br /&gt;E vou correndo p'ra ti...Maria!!&lt;br /&gt;Seja de noite ou de dia&lt;br /&gt;Trago sempre na lembrança&lt;br /&gt;A cor da tua alegria&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro da tua trança&lt;br /&gt;De Bragança a Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;São 9 Horas de distância&lt;br /&gt;Q'ria ter um avião&lt;br /&gt;P'ra lá ir mais amiúde&lt;br /&gt;E saio Agora!&lt;br /&gt;E vou correndo!&lt;br /&gt;E vou-me embora!&lt;br /&gt;E vou correndo!&lt;br /&gt;E vou-me embora!&lt;br /&gt;E vou correndo p'ra ti...Maria!!&lt;br /&gt;Maria!! Maria!! Maria!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-8515748783613670540?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8515748783613670540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8515748783613670540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/574-maria-xutos-e-pontapes.html' title='574. Maria - Xutos e Pontapés'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nxo8sfxTB3w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-6277704882819484524</id><published>2012-01-17T01:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:34:51.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>573. You are what you love - Jenny Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1H5yOfRG-RE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no great illusion &lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you I'm looking for a ghost &lt;br /&gt;Or invisible reasons &lt;br /&gt;To fall out of love and run screaming from our home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we live in a house of mirrors &lt;br /&gt;We see our fears and everything &lt;br /&gt;Our songs, faces, and second hand clothes &lt;br /&gt;But more and more we're suffering &lt;br /&gt;Not nobody, not a thousand beers &lt;br /&gt;Will keep us from feeling so all alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are what you love &lt;br /&gt;And not what loves you back &lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm here on your doorstep &lt;br /&gt;Pleading for you to take me back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone is a fine invention &lt;br /&gt;It allows me to talk endlessly to you &lt;br /&gt;About nothing disguising my intentions &lt;br /&gt;Which I'm afraid, my friend, are wildly untrue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sleight of hand, a white soul band &lt;br /&gt;The heart attacks I'm convinced I have &lt;br /&gt;Every morning upon waking &lt;br /&gt;To you I'm a symbol or a monument &lt;br /&gt;Your rite of passage to fufillment &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not yours for the taking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are what you love &lt;br /&gt;And not what loves you back &lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's why you keep calling me back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fraudulent, a thief at best &lt;br /&gt;A coward who paints a bullsh_t canvas &lt;br /&gt;Things that will never happen to me &lt;br /&gt;But at arms length, it's Tim who said &lt;br /&gt;I'm good at it, I've mastered it &lt;br /&gt;Avoiding, avoiding everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are what you love, Tim &lt;br /&gt;And not what loves you back &lt;br /&gt;And I'm in love with illusions &lt;br /&gt;So saw me in half &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with tricks &lt;br /&gt;So pull another rabbit out of your hat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-6277704882819484524?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6277704882819484524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6277704882819484524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/572-you-are-what-you-love-jenny-lewis.html' title='573. You are what you love - Jenny Lewis'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1H5yOfRG-RE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3351030993353810197</id><published>2012-01-16T23:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:31:59.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>572. Lonely boy - The Black Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a_426RiwST8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m so above you&lt;br /&gt;And it’s plain to see&lt;br /&gt;But I came to love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;So you tore my heart out&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t mind bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Any old time to keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’m a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;I’m a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Well your mama kept you but your daddy left you&lt;br /&gt;And I should’ve done you just the same&lt;br /&gt;But I came to love you&lt;br /&gt;And I want to flee&lt;br /&gt;Any old time you keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’m a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;I’m a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’m a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;I’m a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3351030993353810197?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3351030993353810197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3351030993353810197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/572-lonely-boy-black-keys.html' title='572. Lonely boy - The Black Keys'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a_426RiwST8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1427958226783602716</id><published>2012-01-15T02:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T02:58:28.528+02:00</updated><title type='text'>571. Not there yet - Luísa Sobral</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vs1PUNzWy3M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RKL_ZZxXPNs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a tree&lt;br /&gt;I see a house&lt;br /&gt;I see children playing&lt;br /&gt;Going inside and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see sunflowers &lt;br /&gt;everywhere &lt;br /&gt;And a big scarecrow &lt;br /&gt;with a hat on his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not there yet&lt;br /&gt;But someday I'll be&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not there yet&lt;br /&gt;But we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ask me&lt;br /&gt;To go inside&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold me and dance&lt;br /&gt;Will you lay down by my side&lt;br /&gt;Be there forever 'till we die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're not there yet&lt;br /&gt;But someday you'll be&lt;br /&gt;And you're not there yet&lt;br /&gt;But we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we have a sunday picnic&lt;br /&gt;Will the boys wear blue and the girls wear pink&lt;br /&gt;Will we travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;Will we make everybody watch our family slideshows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're not there yet&lt;br /&gt;But someday we'll be&lt;br /&gt;And we're not there yet&lt;br /&gt;But we'll see&lt;br /&gt;And we're not there yet&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll never ever be&lt;br /&gt;And we're not there yet&lt;br /&gt;But we'll see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1427958226783602716?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1427958226783602716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1427958226783602716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/571-not-there-yet-luisa-sobral.html' title='571. Not there yet - Luísa Sobral'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vs1PUNzWy3M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3481376809576491688</id><published>2012-01-15T01:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T01:39:07.399+02:00</updated><title type='text'>570. Fidelity - Regina Spektor</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dRwgmgEeT8c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never loved nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting my heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in mind&lt;br /&gt;All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Well, it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever met you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever let you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me so sweet and so soft&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever saw you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you never ever called&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I kept on singing love songs&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my own fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends say&lt;br /&gt;That of course it's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never loved nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting my heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in mind&lt;br /&gt;All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3481376809576491688?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3481376809576491688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3481376809576491688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/570-fidelity-regina-spektor.html' title='570. Fidelity - Regina Spektor'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dRwgmgEeT8c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-8769594618122875621</id><published>2012-01-14T23:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:49:37.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>569. Misread - Kings of Convenience</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WOxE7IRizjI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3Td40GDgO_c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be my friend&lt;br /&gt;You want us to get along&lt;br /&gt;Please do not expect me to&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it up and keep it there&lt;br /&gt;The observation I am doing could&lt;br /&gt;Easily be understood&lt;br /&gt;As cynical demeanour&lt;br /&gt;But one of us misread...&lt;br /&gt;And what do you know&lt;br /&gt;It happened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is not a means&lt;br /&gt;You utilize to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;friendship is an end&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;br /&gt;It happened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come no-one told me&lt;br /&gt;All throughout history&lt;br /&gt;The loneliest people&lt;br /&gt;Were the ones who always spoke the truth&lt;br /&gt;The ones who made a difference&lt;br /&gt;By withstanding the indifference&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's up to me now&lt;br /&gt;Should I take that risk or just smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;br /&gt;It happened again&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-8769594618122875621?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8769594618122875621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8769594618122875621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/569-misread-kings-of-convenience.html' title='569. Misread - Kings of Convenience'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WOxE7IRizjI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1577246265197502530</id><published>2012-01-14T15:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T15:04:12.508+02:00</updated><title type='text'>568. Where I end and you begin - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WAPAZNnlmSc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a gap in between&lt;br /&gt;There's a gap where we meet&lt;br /&gt;Where I end and you begin&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry for us&lt;br /&gt;The dinosaurs roam the earth&lt;br /&gt;The sky turns green&lt;br /&gt;Where I end and you begin&lt;br /&gt;I am up in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;I am up in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And I can't and I can't come down&lt;br /&gt;I can watch and cant take part&lt;br /&gt;Where I end and where you start&lt;br /&gt;Where you, you left me alone&lt;br /&gt;You left me alone&lt;br /&gt;X'll mark the place&lt;br /&gt;Like the parting of the waves&lt;br /&gt;Like a house falling in the sea&lt;br /&gt;In the sea&lt;br /&gt;I will eat you alive [x4]&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more lies [x4]&lt;br /&gt;I will eat you alive [x4]&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more lies [x4]&lt;br /&gt;I will eat you alive [x4]&lt;br /&gt;There are no more lies [x4]&lt;br /&gt;I will eat you alive [x3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1577246265197502530?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1577246265197502530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1577246265197502530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/568-where-i-end-and-you-begin-radiohead.html' title='568. Where I end and you begin - Radiohead'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WAPAZNnlmSc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4240630721241933109</id><published>2012-01-14T14:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T15:01:08.520+02:00</updated><title type='text'>567. I wonder - Kanye West</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n2cs9LGJEQ0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;What it means, what it means&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;What it means, what it means&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;What it means to find your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting on this my whole life&lt;br /&gt;These dreams be waking me up at night&lt;br /&gt;You say I think I'm never wrong&lt;br /&gt;You know what, maybe you're right, aight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;What it means, what it means&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;What it means to find your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say he get on your fucking nerves&lt;br /&gt;You hope that he get what he deserves, word&lt;br /&gt;Do you even remember what the issue is&lt;br /&gt;You just trying to find where the tissue is&lt;br /&gt;You can still be who you wish you is&lt;br /&gt;It ain't happen yet&lt;br /&gt;And that's what the intuition is&lt;br /&gt;When you hop back in the car&lt;br /&gt;Drive back to the crib&lt;br /&gt;Run back to their arms&lt;br /&gt;The smokescreens&lt;br /&gt;The chokes and the screams&lt;br /&gt;You ever wonder what it all really mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;What it means, what it means&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;What it means to find your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back on my grind&lt;br /&gt;A psychic read my lifeline&lt;br /&gt;Told me in my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;My name would help light up the Chicago skyline&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I'm&lt;br /&gt;Seven o'clock, that's primetime&lt;br /&gt;Heaven'll watch, God calling from the hot lines&lt;br /&gt;Why he keep giving me hot lines&lt;br /&gt;I'm a star, how could I not shine&lt;br /&gt;How many ladies in the house&lt;br /&gt;How many ladies in the house without a spouse&lt;br /&gt;Something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused&lt;br /&gt;What you about&lt;br /&gt;On that independent shit&lt;br /&gt;Trade it all for a husband and some kids&lt;br /&gt;You ever wonder what it all really mean&lt;br /&gt;You ever wonder if you'll find your dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4240630721241933109?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4240630721241933109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4240630721241933109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/567-i-wonder-kanye-west.html' title='567. I wonder - Kanye West'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n2cs9LGJEQ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-6088256364506586773</id><published>2012-01-14T00:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:34:42.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>566. Simple song - The Shins</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GyAJ4V06izg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is just a simple song&lt;br /&gt;to say ‘what you done?’&lt;br /&gt;i told you about all those fears&lt;br /&gt;and away they did run&lt;br /&gt;you sure must be strong&lt;br /&gt;and you feel like an ocean&lt;br /&gt;being warmed by the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was just nine years old&lt;br /&gt;i swear that i dreamt&lt;br /&gt;your face on a football field&lt;br /&gt;and a kiss that i kept&lt;br /&gt;under my vest&lt;br /&gt;apart from everything, the heart in my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;i know that things can really get rough when you go it alone&lt;br /&gt;don’t go thinking you gotta be tough, complete like a stone&lt;br /&gt;could be there’s nothing else in our lives so critical&lt;br /&gt;as this little hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life in an action boat, marooned on a cliff&lt;br /&gt;you brought me a great big flood&lt;br /&gt;and you gave me a lift&lt;br /&gt;oh what a gift&lt;br /&gt;you tell me with your tongue&lt;br /&gt;and your breath goes in the lungs&lt;br /&gt;and the flow that filled the rift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;i know that things can really get rough when you go it alone&lt;br /&gt;don’t go thinking you gotta be tough, complete like a stone&lt;br /&gt;could be there’s nothing else in our lives so critical&lt;br /&gt;as this little hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this will be a simple song to say what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;i told you about all those years and away they did run&lt;br /&gt;and where they did wrong&lt;br /&gt;you sure must be strong&lt;br /&gt;and you feel like an ocean&lt;br /&gt;being warmed by the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember walking a mile to your house that glow in the dark&lt;br /&gt;i made a fumbling play for your heart and the extra of the spark&lt;br /&gt;you wore a charm in a chain that i stole specially for you&lt;br /&gt;love’s such a delicate thing that we do , we’ve nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;which i never knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-6088256364506586773?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6088256364506586773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6088256364506586773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/566-simple-song-shins.html' title='566. Simple song - The Shins'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GyAJ4V06izg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-7932802948478537990</id><published>2012-01-12T02:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:07:07.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'>565. Little black submarines - The Black Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F20zZKWeXyg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little black submarines&lt;br /&gt;Operator please&lt;br /&gt;Put me back on the line&lt;br /&gt;Told my girl I'd be back&lt;br /&gt;Operator please&lt;br /&gt;This is wrecking my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can it be&lt;br /&gt;The voices calling me&lt;br /&gt;They get lost and out of time&lt;br /&gt;I should've seen it glow&lt;br /&gt;But everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;That a broken heart is blind&lt;br /&gt;That a broken heart is blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick you up, let you down&lt;br /&gt;When I wanna go&lt;br /&gt;To a place I can hide&lt;br /&gt;You know me, I had plans&lt;br /&gt;But they just disappeared&lt;br /&gt;To the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can it be&lt;br /&gt;The voices calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get lost and out of time&lt;br /&gt;I should've seen it glow&lt;br /&gt;But everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;That a broken heart is blind&lt;br /&gt;That a broken heart is blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure maps, falling trees&lt;br /&gt;Operator please&lt;br /&gt;Call me back when it's time&lt;br /&gt;Stolen friends and disease&lt;br /&gt;Operator please&lt;br /&gt;Pass me back to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can it be&lt;br /&gt;The voices calling me&lt;br /&gt;They get lost and out of time&lt;br /&gt;I should've seen it go&lt;br /&gt;But everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;That a broken heart is blind&lt;br /&gt;That a broken heart is blind&lt;br /&gt;That a broken heart is blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-7932802948478537990?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7932802948478537990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7932802948478537990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/565-little-black-submarines-black-keys.html' title='565. Little black submarines - The Black Keys'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F20zZKWeXyg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3869110784400838415</id><published>2012-01-12T01:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:01:23.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>564. The bay - Metronomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9PnOG67flRA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have the money&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to go&lt;br /&gt;It's sensible&lt;br /&gt;It's sensible&lt;br /&gt;And those endless seasons&lt;br /&gt;That go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd sooner get out&lt;br /&gt;And remember where we went last year&lt;br /&gt;You said everything about it moved on your career&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you back one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this isn't Paris&lt;br /&gt;And this isn't London&lt;br /&gt;And it's not Berlin&lt;br /&gt;And it's not Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;Not Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you back one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good in the bay&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good in the bay&lt;br /&gt;You may have the body&lt;br /&gt;But do you have the song?&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this happen&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this happen&lt;br /&gt;And those endless beaches&lt;br /&gt;That go on and on&lt;br /&gt;It's magical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd sooner get out&lt;br /&gt;Remember where we went last year&lt;br /&gt;You said everything about it moved on your career&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you back one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this isn't Paris&lt;br /&gt;And this isn't London&lt;br /&gt;And it's not Berlin&lt;br /&gt;And it's not Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;Not Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you back one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good in the bay&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good in the bay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3869110784400838415?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3869110784400838415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3869110784400838415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/564-bay-metronomy.html' title='564. The bay - Metronomy'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9PnOG67flRA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1952502837491082466</id><published>2012-01-11T19:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:34:36.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'>563. Filha de duas mães - A Naifa</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gkTxjL8XDgM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filha de duas mães&lt;br /&gt;adoro vesti-las de igual&lt;br /&gt;tenho andado à tua procura&lt;br /&gt;para te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre a mesa posta&lt;br /&gt;sem nenhuma vaidade&lt;br /&gt;ensinar-te-ei meu amor&lt;br /&gt;a praticar a caridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca direi saudade&lt;br /&gt;ligo pouco ao que se diz&lt;br /&gt;mas não levo muito a mal&lt;br /&gt;a ideia de ser feliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1952502837491082466?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1952502837491082466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1952502837491082466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/563-filha-de-duas-maes-naifa.html' title='563. Filha de duas mães - A Naifa'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gkTxjL8XDgM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-7740820682948212933</id><published>2012-01-09T16:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:01:44.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'>562. I've got this friend - The Civil Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yd_VUIvnMgU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this friend&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know him&lt;br /&gt;He's not much for words&lt;br /&gt;He's hidden his heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've got this friend&lt;br /&gt;A loveless romantic&lt;br /&gt;All that he really wants&lt;br /&gt;Is someone to want him back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, if the right one came&lt;br /&gt;If the right one came along&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, If the right one came, along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this friend&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know her&lt;br /&gt;She sings a simple song&lt;br /&gt;It sounds a lot like his&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've got this friend&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto her heart&lt;br /&gt;Like it's a little secret&lt;br /&gt;Like it's all she's got to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, if the right one came&lt;br /&gt;If the right one came along&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, if the right one came, along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be such a shame&lt;br /&gt;(If they never meet)&lt;br /&gt;She sounds lovely&lt;br /&gt;(He sounds right out of a dream)&lt;br /&gt;If only&lt;br /&gt;(If only)&lt;br /&gt;If only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, if the right one came&lt;br /&gt;If the right one came along&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, (I've got this friend) if the right one came&lt;br /&gt;If the right one came along&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, (I've got this friend)&lt;br /&gt;If the right one came, along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-7740820682948212933?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7740820682948212933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7740820682948212933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/562-ive-got-this-friend-civil-wars.html' title='562. I&apos;ve got this friend - The Civil Wars'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yd_VUIvnMgU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-6894351564087650689</id><published>2012-01-09T06:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:24:23.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>561. Sophia - Laura Marling</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j-TMl5oCRjk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aSCeiYJ1_eo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have been wondering where I have been pondering&lt;br /&gt;Where I've been lately is no concern of yours&lt;br /&gt;Who's been touching my skin&lt;br /&gt;Who have I been letting&lt;br /&gt;Shy and tired eyed am I now today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wounded by dust&lt;br /&gt;All I have been wondering where I have been pondering&lt;br /&gt;Where I've been lately is no concern of yours&lt;br /&gt;Who's been touching my skin&lt;br /&gt;Who have I been letting&lt;br /&gt;Tried and tired I am now today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sit, sometimes I stare&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they look and I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Where they I weep, some times I must&lt;br /&gt;I'm wounded by dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bell toll, when the bell gon' chime&lt;br /&gt;You better call for your woman up high&lt;br /&gt;And when the bell tolls for your last day,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be getting down on your knees to pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good woman and I never did say whatever it was that you did that day&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a woman that is going to place that claim but you said that it was coming on judgement day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sophia&lt;br /&gt;I'm wounded by dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bell toll, when the bell gon' chime&lt;br /&gt;You better call for your woman up high&lt;br /&gt;And when the bell tolls for your last day,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be getting down on your knees to pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good woman and I never did say whatever it was that you did that day&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a woman that's going to place that claim but you said that it was coming on judgement day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sophia&lt;br /&gt;I'm wounded by dust&lt;br /&gt;Now Sophia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-6894351564087650689?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6894351564087650689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6894351564087650689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/561-sophia-laura-marling.html' title='561. Sophia - Laura Marling'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/j-TMl5oCRjk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-9093693260989293435</id><published>2012-01-07T03:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T03:41:05.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'>560. Easy to love - Ella Fitzgerald</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/izaZR89BJBo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time&lt;br /&gt;In thinking such a thing could be&lt;br /&gt;That you could ever care for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you hate to hear&lt;br /&gt;That I adore you, dear&lt;br /&gt;But grant me&lt;br /&gt;Just the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely to blame&lt;br /&gt;For...&lt;br /&gt;You'd be so easy to love&lt;br /&gt;So easy to idolize&lt;br /&gt;All others above&lt;br /&gt;So sweet to waken with&lt;br /&gt;So nice to sit to sit down to eggs and bacon with&lt;br /&gt;We'd be so grand at the game&lt;br /&gt;So carefree together&lt;br /&gt;That it does seem a shame&lt;br /&gt;That you can't see&lt;br /&gt;Your future with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you'd be oh, so easy to love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-9093693260989293435?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/9093693260989293435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/9093693260989293435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/560-easy-to-love-ella-fitzgerald.html' title='560. Easy to love - Ella Fitzgerald'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/izaZR89BJBo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4826226561850186961</id><published>2012-01-07T01:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T01:27:53.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'>559. I am a man of constant sorrow - Soggy Bottom Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OdYGnAFaeHU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In constant sorrow through his days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man of constant sorrow &lt;br /&gt;I've seen trouble all my day. &lt;br /&gt;I bid farewell to old Kentucky &lt;br /&gt;The place where I was born and raised. &lt;br /&gt;(The place where he was born and raised)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For six long years I've been in trouble &lt;br /&gt;No pleasures here on earth I found &lt;br /&gt;For in this world I'm bound to ramble &lt;br /&gt;I have no friends to help me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] He has no friends to help him now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fare thee well my old lover &lt;br /&gt;I never expect to see you again &lt;br /&gt;For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll die upon this train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] Perhaps he'll die upon this train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can bury me in some deep valley &lt;br /&gt;For many years where I may lay &lt;br /&gt;Then you may learn to love another &lt;br /&gt;While I am sleeping in my grave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] While he is sleeping in his grave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger &lt;br /&gt;My face you'll never see no more. &lt;br /&gt;But there is one promise that is given &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you on God's golden shore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] He'll meet you on God's golden shore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4826226561850186961?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4826226561850186961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4826226561850186961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/559-i-am-man-of-constant-sorrow-soggy.html' title='559. I am a man of constant sorrow - Soggy Bottom Boys'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OdYGnAFaeHU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3964815057033664236</id><published>2012-01-06T22:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:47:40.844+02:00</updated><title type='text'>558. La stanza del figlio - Nicola Piovani</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ELuNpUQJOP0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3964815057033664236?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3964815057033664236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3964815057033664236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/558-la-stanza-del-figlio-nicola-piovani.html' title='558. La stanza del figlio - Nicola Piovani'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ELuNpUQJOP0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1103704962733519224</id><published>2012-01-05T15:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:54:08.059+02:00</updated><title type='text'>557. Peer pressure - Jon Brion</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_s54UdZpeqk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1103704962733519224?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1103704962733519224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1103704962733519224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/557-peer-pressure-jon-brion.html' title='557. Peer pressure - Jon Brion'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_s54UdZpeqk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5235705273803726293</id><published>2012-01-03T01:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T01:47:01.609+02:00</updated><title type='text'>556. Lost and found - Michael Nyman</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bzAXzx75ICk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5235705273803726293?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5235705273803726293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5235705273803726293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/556-lost-and-found-michael-nyman.html' title='556. Lost and found - Michael Nyman'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bzAXzx75ICk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-8460326557070137646</id><published>2012-01-01T01:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:16:40.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>555. Little numbers - Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zsyjS_vJfkw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for your call, for the moon&lt;br /&gt;To release me from the longest afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I've re-arranged parts of my living room&lt;br /&gt;But time is hard to kill since I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the cars that drive on by&lt;br /&gt;While spring is making promise outside&lt;br /&gt;Red cars are quite rare I realize&lt;br /&gt;Then I wonder which colour you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven little numbers&lt;br /&gt;Baby, they could be a start&lt;br /&gt;Seven little numbers&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know yours by heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty things that we could do&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh, I feel you in every heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh, were you ever in a dream that could come true&lt;br /&gt;These numbers could be lucky for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sky change to a darkened blue&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of another thing to do&lt;br /&gt;And every song just makes me think of you&lt;br /&gt;Because the singers sounds as if she was longing,&lt;br /&gt;As if she was longing, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven little numbers&lt;br /&gt;Baby, they could be a start&lt;br /&gt;Seven little numbers&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know yours by heart&lt;br /&gt;They could make a change&lt;br /&gt;Make a fire out of this flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty things that we could do&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh, I feel you in every heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh, were you ever in a dream that could come true&lt;br /&gt;These numbers could be lucky for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read your name on every wall, on every wall - tell me&lt;br /&gt;Is there a cure for me at all, for me at all - tell me&lt;br /&gt;I read your name on every wall, on every wall - tell me&lt;br /&gt;Is there a cure for me at all, for me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty things that we could do&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh, I feel you in every heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh, were you ever in a dream that could come true&lt;br /&gt;These numbers could be lucky for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Woo-oh, oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;These numbers could be lucky&lt;br /&gt;These numbers could be lucky&lt;br /&gt;These numbers could be lucky for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-8460326557070137646?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8460326557070137646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8460326557070137646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2012/01/555-little-numbers-boy.html' title='555. Little numbers - Boy'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zsyjS_vJfkw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-7568631496803756115</id><published>2011-12-31T20:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:33:40.878+02:00</updated><title type='text'>554. Skinny love - Bon Iver</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sLOr_FrJJWA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ssdgFoHLwnk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on skinny love just last the year&lt;br /&gt;Pour a little salt we were never here&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my love to wreck it all&lt;br /&gt;Cut out all the ropes and let me fall&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my&lt;br /&gt;Right in the moment this order's tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you to be patient&lt;br /&gt;I told you to be fine&lt;br /&gt;I told you to be better&lt;br /&gt;I told you to be kind&lt;br /&gt;In the morning i'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;But it will be a different "kind"&lt;br /&gt;I'll be holding all the tickets&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be owning all the fines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on skinny love what happened here&lt;br /&gt;Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my&lt;br /&gt;Sullen load is full; so slow on the split&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you to be patient&lt;br /&gt;I told you to be fine&lt;br /&gt;I told you to be better&lt;br /&gt;I told you to be kind&lt;br /&gt;Now all your love is wasted?&lt;br /&gt;Then who the hell was i?&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm breaking at the britches&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of all your lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will love you?&lt;br /&gt;Who will fight?&lt;br /&gt;Who will fall far behind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-7568631496803756115?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7568631496803756115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7568631496803756115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/554-skinny-love-bon-iver.html' title='554. Skinny love - Bon Iver'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sLOr_FrJJWA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-877829300452617151</id><published>2011-12-30T02:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:37:48.028+02:00</updated><title type='text'>553. The party - St. Vincent</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F9L3D1w8KcY" &lt;br /&gt;frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey the party it went away quickly&lt;br /&gt;But oh that's the trouble with ticking and talking&lt;br /&gt;I lick the ice cubes from your empty glass&lt;br /&gt;Oh we've stayed much too late till they're cleaning the ashtrays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have change or a button or cash&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pockets hang out like two surrender flags&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I’d pay anything to keep my conscience clean&lt;br /&gt;I’m keeping my eyes on the exit sign steady now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here with creaks in these chairs&lt;br /&gt;Oh there aren't enough hands to point all the fingers&lt;br /&gt;But I sit transfixed by a hole in your tee shirt&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve said much too much and they're trying to sweep up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-877829300452617151?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/877829300452617151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/877829300452617151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/553-party-st-vincent.html' title='553. The party - St. Vincent'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F9L3D1w8KcY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5108054107288359073</id><published>2011-12-29T00:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:54:24.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>552. Hell of a season - The Black Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MyJwxy4cSFY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;You're reacting all along&lt;br /&gt;What I see&lt;br /&gt;Is killing me&lt;br /&gt;You won't make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this hell of a season&lt;br /&gt;Give me more of a reason&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be better&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep waiting forever&lt;br /&gt;You know I do&lt;br /&gt;Know I do, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretending that I do&lt;br /&gt;It's my curse&lt;br /&gt;I can't reverse&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this hell of a season&lt;br /&gt;Give me more of a reason&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be better&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep waiting forever&lt;br /&gt;You know I do&lt;br /&gt;You know I do, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this hell of season&lt;br /&gt;Give me more of a reason&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be better&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep waiting forever&lt;br /&gt;You know I do&lt;br /&gt;You know I do, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this hell of season&lt;br /&gt;Give me more of a reason&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be better&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep waiting forever&lt;br /&gt;You know I do&lt;br /&gt;You know I do, oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5108054107288359073?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5108054107288359073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5108054107288359073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/552-hell-of-season-black-keys.html' title='552. Hell of a season - The Black Keys'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MyJwxy4cSFY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5092424914057612572</id><published>2011-12-28T03:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T03:03:54.431+02:00</updated><title type='text'>551. We are nowhere and it's now - Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iZc2ylAwRf8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate the taste of wine&lt;br /&gt;Why do you drink it 'til you're blind?&lt;br /&gt;And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares&lt;br /&gt;How come you say it like you're right?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you scared to dream of god&lt;br /&gt;When it's salvation that you want?&lt;br /&gt;You see stars that clear have been dead for years&lt;br /&gt;But the idea just lives on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our wheels that roll around&lt;br /&gt;As we move over the ground&lt;br /&gt;And all day it seems we've been in between the past and future town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are nowhere, and it's now&lt;br /&gt;We are nowhere, and it's now&lt;br /&gt;You took a ten-minute dream in the passengers seat&lt;br /&gt;While the world it was flying by&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been gone very long&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping so strange at night &lt;br /&gt;Side effects they don't advertise&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping so strange&lt;br /&gt;With a head full of pesticide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no plans and too much time&lt;br /&gt;I feel too restless to unwind&lt;br /&gt;I'm always lost in thought&lt;br /&gt;As I walk a block to my favourite neon sign&lt;br /&gt;Where the waitress looks concerned&lt;br /&gt;But she never says a word&lt;br /&gt;Just turns the jukebox on &lt;br /&gt;And we hum along&lt;br /&gt;And I smile back at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friend comes after work&lt;br /&gt;When the features start to blur&lt;br /&gt;She says these bars are filled with things that kill&lt;br /&gt;By now you probably should have learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget that yellow bird? &lt;br /&gt;How could you forget your yellow bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a small silver wreathe and pinned it onto me&lt;br /&gt;She said this one will bring you love&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's true but I keep it for good luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5092424914057612572?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5092424914057612572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5092424914057612572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/551-we-are-nowhere-and-its-now-bright.html' title='551. We are nowhere and it&apos;s now - Bright Eyes'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iZc2ylAwRf8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-7490383640806527411</id><published>2011-12-24T04:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T04:15:54.271+02:00</updated><title type='text'>550. Love what happened here - James Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2TbQECnLd50" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-7490383640806527411?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7490383640806527411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7490383640806527411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/550-love-what-happened-here-james-blake.html' title='550. Love what happened here - James Blake'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2TbQECnLd50/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5724735617933313555</id><published>2011-12-23T17:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:45:13.487+02:00</updated><title type='text'>549. Go on - Basia Bulat</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p6OMS-BorQQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call this on my awful luck&lt;br /&gt;Skies they opened wide for us&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a heavy rain it was that covered all of you&lt;br /&gt;The wind has changed, my boy&lt;br /&gt;I never knew a voice like yours&lt;br /&gt;But I know just what good it was, that lie you hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to call those shadows coming after you -&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear to lose -&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand to - &lt;br /&gt;They begged you for your awful words&lt;br /&gt;So let them know the burden of your blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could've been the one you loved&lt;br /&gt;The visions of the things I'd done&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wouldn't be the only one if you'd only told the truth.&lt;br /&gt;While they chased you down that night&lt;br /&gt;I was pulling feathers from your lies&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear I saw it in your eyes, you never told it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to call those shadows coming after you -&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't beg you to -&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand to - &lt;br /&gt;They begged you for your awful words&lt;br /&gt;So let them know the burden of your blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to call those shadows coming after you -&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't beg you to -&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand to - &lt;br /&gt;They begged you for your awful words&lt;br /&gt;So let them know the burden of your blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5724735617933313555?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5724735617933313555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5724735617933313555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/549-go-on-basia-bulat.html' title='549. Go on - Basia Bulat'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/p6OMS-BorQQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5805645780955816660</id><published>2011-12-23T17:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:27:33.399+02:00</updated><title type='text'>548. We've been had - The Walkmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eoBGqLt96Pg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a modern guy I don't care much for the go-go&lt;br /&gt;Or the retro image I see so often telling me to&lt;br /&gt;Keep trying maybe you'll get here someday &lt;br /&gt;Keep up the working, ok. &lt;br /&gt;I close the book on them right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself change as the days change over.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the songs and the words don't change.&lt;br /&gt;I write them out of the book right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been had, you say it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm just happy I'm older.&lt;br /&gt;We've been had I know it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it got easy to laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me age 19 with some dumb haircut from&lt;br /&gt;1960 moving to New York City &lt;br /&gt;Live with my friends there we're all taking the same steps seems foolish now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been had you say it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm just happy I'm older.&lt;br /&gt;We've been had I know it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it got easy to laugh out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5805645780955816660?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5805645780955816660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5805645780955816660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/548-weve-been-had-walkmen.html' title='548. We&apos;ve been had - The Walkmen'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eoBGqLt96Pg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-2040238012583425935</id><published>2011-12-22T19:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:48:13.352+02:00</updated><title type='text'>547. Without a song - Frank Sinatra</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Kg9ulp-0RF0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a song, the day would never end&lt;br /&gt;Without a song, the road would never have been&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong, a man ain't got a friend&lt;br /&gt;Without a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That field of corn, would never see a plow&lt;br /&gt;That field of corn, would be deserted now&lt;br /&gt;A man is born, but he's no good no how&lt;br /&gt;Without a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my trouble and woe, but sure as I know&lt;br /&gt;The Jordan will roll&lt;br /&gt;I'll get along, as long as a song&lt;br /&gt;Is strung in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know, what makes the rain to fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know, what makes the grass so tall&lt;br /&gt;I only know, there ain't no love at all &lt;br /&gt;Without a song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-2040238012583425935?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2040238012583425935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2040238012583425935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/547-without-song-frank-sinatra.html' title='547. Without a song - Frank Sinatra'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Kg9ulp-0RF0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-2485321821520026597</id><published>2011-12-21T20:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:14:00.838+02:00</updated><title type='text'>546. Invisible ink - Aimee Mann</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2vQa_ZveCL4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zCQ3OyxarRU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you swim or sink&lt;br /&gt;So I jumped in the drink&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I couldn't make myself clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wrote in invisible ink&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've tried to think&lt;br /&gt;How I could have made it appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another illustration is wasted &lt;br /&gt;Cuz the results are the same&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a ghost who's trying to move your hands &lt;br /&gt;over some ouija board in the hopes I can spell out my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What some take for magic at first glance &lt;br /&gt;Is just sleight of hand depending on what you believe&lt;br /&gt;Something gets lost when you translate &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to keep straight&lt;br /&gt;Perspective is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know now which is which and what angle I oughta look at it from&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should be happy to be misread-&lt;br /&gt;Better be that than some of the other things I have become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody wants to hear this tale&lt;br /&gt;The plot is clichéd, the jokes are stale&lt;br /&gt;And baby we've all heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;Oh I could get specific but&lt;br /&gt;Nobody needs a catalog&lt;br /&gt;With details of love I can't sell anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aside from that, this chain of reaction,&lt;br /&gt;baby, is losing a link&lt;br /&gt;Though I'd hope you'd know what I tried to tell you &lt;br /&gt;And if you don't I could draw you a picture in invisible ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody wants to hear this tale&lt;br /&gt;The plot is clichéd, the jokes are stale&lt;br /&gt;And baby we've all heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;Oh I could get specific but &lt;br /&gt;Nobody needs a catalog&lt;br /&gt;With details of love I can't sell anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-2485321821520026597?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2485321821520026597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2485321821520026597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/546-invisible-ink-aimee-mann.html' title='546. Invisible ink - Aimee Mann'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2vQa_ZveCL4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-8185113619211929774</id><published>2011-12-21T17:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:42:36.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>545. Lisbon - The Walkmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9Q-gCJCkMnM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countless eyes dotted in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;I speak the language, several hundred words&lt;br /&gt;Cloudless day, thunderous night&lt;br /&gt;Among companions carry my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life we lead came gradually&lt;br /&gt;Who keeps the time?&lt;br /&gt;A bitter lime, do us fine&lt;br /&gt;To kill the taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn deaf ears on all that we don't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;Cause for travel has come again&lt;br /&gt;At this early hour, I tell your wife a story&lt;br /&gt;She looks outside, doubles over laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The souls you love, the place you live&lt;br /&gt;Those country houses&lt;br /&gt;A change of heart tore us apart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every chance you have&lt;br /&gt;All the love and light&lt;br /&gt;All the joy and grace&lt;br /&gt;Don't be upset, don't you think it out&lt;br /&gt;You know what thinking does&lt;br /&gt;to love's shine and love's light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together world&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging on&lt;br /&gt;It feels right, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a strange thing&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of faces&lt;br /&gt;Upon a stormy sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the younger kids, gone away to slee&lt;br /&gt;In the days to come, I'll do the same&lt;br /&gt;At this early hour, I'll tell your wife a story&lt;br /&gt;She looks outside, doubles over laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the life we lead came gradually&lt;br /&gt;Who keeps the time?&lt;br /&gt;And a bitter lime, will do us fine&lt;br /&gt;To kill the taste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-8185113619211929774?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8185113619211929774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8185113619211929774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/545-lisbon-walkmen.html' title='545. Lisbon - The Walkmen'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9Q-gCJCkMnM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1252557777740732230</id><published>2011-12-21T17:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:36:19.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'>544. We're from Barcelona - I'm from Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pj9sMxrFHZs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing this song with all of my friends &lt;br /&gt;and we're I'm from Barcelona &lt;br /&gt;Love is a feeling that we don't understand &lt;br /&gt;but we're gonna give it to ya &lt;br /&gt;We'll aim for the stars &lt;br /&gt;We'll aim for your heart when the night comes &lt;br /&gt;And we'll bring you love &lt;br /&gt;You'll be one of us when the night comes &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing this song with all of my friends &lt;br /&gt;and we're I'm from Barcelona &lt;br /&gt;Love is a feeling that we don't understand &lt;br /&gt;but we're gonna give it to ya &lt;br /&gt;We'll aim for the stars &lt;br /&gt;We'll aim for your heart when the night comes &lt;br /&gt;And we'll bring you love &lt;br /&gt;You'll be one of us when the night comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1252557777740732230?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1252557777740732230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1252557777740732230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/544-were-from-barcelona-im-from.html' title='544. We&apos;re from Barcelona - I&apos;m from Barcelona'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Pj9sMxrFHZs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3470093711373280579</id><published>2011-12-20T02:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T02:13:28.432+02:00</updated><title type='text'>543. Make it with chu - Queens of the stone age</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gcJdyy9-FYU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know if I know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I do&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand the you or I&lt;br /&gt;Or how one becomes two&lt;br /&gt;I just can't recall what started it off&lt;br /&gt;Or how to begin again&lt;br /&gt;I ain't here to break ya&lt;br /&gt;Just see how far it will bend&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it wit' chu&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;(Again and again)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it wit' chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the same is different&lt;br /&gt;But mostly it's the same&lt;br /&gt;These mysteries of life...&lt;br /&gt;That just ain't my thing&lt;br /&gt;If I told you that I knew about the sun and the moon, I'd be untrue&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;Is what I won't do&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, anywhere, and I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;(Again and again)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it wit' chu&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;(Again and again)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it wit' chu&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;(Anytime, anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it wit' chu&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it wit' chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;(Again and again)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it wit' chu&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;(Anytime, anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it wit' chu&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;(Again and again)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it wit' chu&lt;br /&gt;(Again and again, and again, and again)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3470093711373280579?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3470093711373280579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3470093711373280579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/543-make-it-chu-queens-of-stone-age.html' title='543. Make it with chu - Queens of the stone age'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gcJdyy9-FYU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-125319380308285700</id><published>2011-12-17T01:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:45:06.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>542. Sprawl II - The Arcade Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/awHWColYQ90" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They heard me singing and they told me to stop,&lt;br /&gt;Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock,&lt;br /&gt;These days, my life, I feel it has no purpose,&lt;br /&gt;But late at night the feelings swim to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Cause on the surface the city lights shine,&lt;br /&gt;They're calling at me, "come and find your kind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,&lt;br /&gt;That we can never get away from the sprawl,&lt;br /&gt;Living in the sprawl,&lt;br /&gt;Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no end in sight,&lt;br /&gt;I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode our bikes to the nearest park,&lt;br /&gt;Sat under the swings, we kissed in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;We shield our eyes from the police lights,&lt;br /&gt;We run away, but we don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;And like a mirror these city lights shine,&lt;br /&gt;They're screaming at us, "we don't need your kind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,&lt;br /&gt;That we can never get away from the sprawl,&lt;br /&gt;Living in the sprawl,&lt;br /&gt;Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no end in sight,&lt;br /&gt;I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They heard me singing and they told me to stop,&lt;br /&gt;Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,&lt;br /&gt;Can we ever get away from the sprawl?&lt;br /&gt;Living in the sprawl,&lt;br /&gt;Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no end in sight,&lt;br /&gt;I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-125319380308285700?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/125319380308285700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/125319380308285700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/542-sprawl-ii-arcade-fire.html' title='542. Sprawl II - The Arcade Fire'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/awHWColYQ90/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4974630575367021457</id><published>2011-12-15T16:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:41:11.944+02:00</updated><title type='text'>541. Counter spark - Sondre Lerche</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wNOsPR6LnmQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be sad but never torn&lt;br /&gt;You saw the light when it was on&lt;br /&gt;You never turned or looked away&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were focused, mine were grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sentences were concentrated &lt;br /&gt;You made your points so understated&lt;br /&gt;Where I would mumble, you would say&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were focused, mine were grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up conversations with my symbolic language&lt;br /&gt;Saying everybody wants to be like you&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got the picture from the start&lt;br /&gt;You saw right through me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You saw that I couldn't behave&lt;br /&gt;With eyes so focused, yet so frail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="b-lyrics-from-signature"&gt;[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/sondre+lerche/counter+spark_10218941.html ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose you from a million&lt;br /&gt;You were the choice of billions&lt;br /&gt;Wishing they would try to be like you&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba-ba-ba baa-ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You questioned men and called them whores&lt;br /&gt;But you would never burn your bra&lt;br /&gt;You held your head up in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were focused, mine were grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had relationships that worked&lt;br /&gt;And yet experience with jerks&lt;br /&gt;So well adjusted, but with charm&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were focused and yet calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly realistic&lt;br /&gt;But my thought are out of lip-sync&lt;br /&gt;When I say that I'm not one of those&lt;br /&gt;Who pass you by and fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Who pass you by and fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Who pass you by and fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pass you by and fall in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba-ba-ba baa-ba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4974630575367021457?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4974630575367021457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4974630575367021457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/541-counter-spark-sondre-lerche.html' title='541. Counter spark - Sondre Lerche'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wNOsPR6LnmQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-7961531505811749296</id><published>2011-12-15T16:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:38:10.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>540. It's over - Sondre Lerche</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xx20ypMjh_Q" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over at all&lt;br /&gt;You're just trying to smile&lt;br /&gt;I know perfectly well&lt;br /&gt;Such are things we both know&lt;br /&gt;and we think we should say&lt;br /&gt;just to organize the stains&lt;br /&gt;Systems reveal their construction these days&lt;br /&gt;as we escape to drift further away&lt;br /&gt;We know the stars go out one night&lt;br /&gt;but I can't tell you anything you wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;So nothing has been lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over at all&lt;br /&gt;If my thoughts could be here&lt;br /&gt;they'd advise you to leave&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy, I know&lt;br /&gt;making hard things look small&lt;br /&gt;But we're dying to try&lt;br /&gt;You have revealed your conclusion by chance&lt;br /&gt;I have replaced you at little expense&lt;br /&gt;We know the stars go out one night&lt;br /&gt;but I can't think of anything I haven't told&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing has been lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you could use the words reserved for a sad song&lt;br /&gt;You'll find you've spent them up on God and everyone&lt;br /&gt;Like anyone before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over at all&lt;br /&gt;You're just trying to smile&lt;br /&gt;I know perfectly well&lt;br /&gt;It's not over&lt;br /&gt;but oh, if my thoughts could be here&lt;br /&gt;They'd advice you to leave&lt;br /&gt;We will be cold where the lights are all out&lt;br /&gt;but at least we can think without reason or doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about this world&lt;br /&gt;but I can tell you one thing as I pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has been lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-7961531505811749296?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7961531505811749296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7961531505811749296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/540-its-over-sondre-lerche.html' title='540. It&apos;s over - Sondre Lerche'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Xx20ypMjh_Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-132996771128515087</id><published>2011-12-15T16:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:33:31.257+02:00</updated><title type='text'>539. Maybe you're gone - Sondre Lerche</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EmxCegF_fQc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use your patience to stay fine&lt;br /&gt;Time moves on as you prepare&lt;br /&gt;to tell yourself be reasonable&lt;br /&gt;Then come the times you can't foresee&lt;br /&gt;you cannot leave, you can't release&lt;br /&gt;to keep you far from those dreams&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the right times&lt;br /&gt;Oh, waiting was my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;for you may not wait&lt;br /&gt;and things that I have yet to know&lt;br /&gt;vanish before they're complete&lt;br /&gt;I may turn around&lt;br /&gt;to see if you're still there&lt;br /&gt;but as for now, it's just not safe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been preparing all your life&lt;br /&gt;You've had some trouble getting it right&lt;br /&gt;And you try to tell yourself it may work, as it should&lt;br /&gt;But something good can do much harm&lt;br /&gt;The good may kill for your embrace&lt;br /&gt;to keep you far from those dreams&lt;br /&gt;you know you cannot dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck for now, it seems&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-132996771128515087?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/132996771128515087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/132996771128515087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/539-maybe-youre-gone-sondre-lerche.html' title='539. Maybe you&apos;re gone - Sondre Lerche'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EmxCegF_fQc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-759019771085502669</id><published>2011-12-14T18:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:58:23.661+02:00</updated><title type='text'>538. Across the universe - The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I5UfLdxF_tI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iuJU8an4jJc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cAe1lVDbLf0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words are flowing out like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endless rain into a paper cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pools of sorrow waves of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are drifting through my opened mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Possessing and caressing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jai Guru Deva. Om&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Images of broken light, which &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance before me like a million eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They call me on and on across the universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts meander like a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restless wind inside a letter box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jai Guru Deva. Om&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds of laughter, shades of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are ringing through my opened ears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inciting and inviting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Limitless undying love, which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shines around me like a million suns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It calls me on and on across the universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jai Guru Deva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jai Guru Deva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jai Guru Deva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-759019771085502669?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/759019771085502669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/759019771085502669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/538-across-universe-beatles.html' title='538. Across the universe - The Beatles'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I5UfLdxF_tI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3334623605184196835</id><published>2011-12-13T14:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:21:12.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>537. A comet appears - The Shins</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GVutw8DLuD4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-DmuVLYfEoQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One hand on this wily comet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a drink just to give me some weight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some uber-man I'd make,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm barely a vapor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They shone a chlorine light on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A host of individual sins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's carve my aging face off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fetch us a knife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start with my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down so the lines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Form a grimacing smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close your eyes to corral a virtue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this fooling anyone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never worked so long and hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cement a failure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can blow on our thumbs and posture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the lonely are such delicate things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind from a wasp could blow them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into the sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With stones on their feet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost to the light and the loving we need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still to come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part and you know it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a numbness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your heart and it's growing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I click my heels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get the devils in line,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A list of things I could lay the blame on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might give me a way out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with each turn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It stays front and center,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a dart stuck square in your eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every post you can hitch your faith on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is a pie in the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chock full of lies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tool we devise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make sinking stones fly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still to come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part and you know it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a numbness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your heart and it's growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3334623605184196835?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3334623605184196835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3334623605184196835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/537-comet-appears-shins.html' title='537. A comet appears - The Shins'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GVutw8DLuD4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-414794912531172956</id><published>2011-12-13T00:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:34:29.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>536. Com um brilhozinho nos olhos - Sérgio Godinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aMKHMcS7X3g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a saia rodada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escancaraste a porta do bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trazias o cabelo aos ombros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passeando de cá para lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como as ondas do mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conheço tão bem esses olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e nunca me enganam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que é que aconteceu, diz lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é que hoje fiz um amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e coisa mais preciosa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no mundo não há.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;metemos o carro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muito à frente, muito à frente dos bois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou seja, fizemos promessas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trocamos retratos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trocamos projectos os dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trocamos de roupa, trocamos de corpo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trocamos de beijos, tão bom, é tão bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tocamos guitarra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p'lo menos a julgar pelo som&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que é que foi que ele disse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que é que foi que ele disse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje soube-me a pouco. [x4]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passa aí mais um bocadinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que estou quase a ficar louco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje soube-me a tanto [x4]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;portanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje soube-me a pouco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corremos os estores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pusemos a rádio no "on"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acendemos a já costumeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;velinha de igreja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pusemos no "off" o telefone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e olha, não dá p'ra contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas sei que tu sabes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daquilo que sabes que eu sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ficamos parados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;depois do que não te contei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dissemos, sei lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que nos passou pela tola [o que nos passou pelo goto]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do estilo és o "number one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dou-te vinte valores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;és um treze no totobola [és o seis do meu totoloto]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e às duas por três&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bebemos um copo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fizemos o quatro e pintámos o sete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ficamos imóveis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a dar uma de "tête a tête"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que é que foi que ele disse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tentamos saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para lá do que muito se amou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quem éramos nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quem queríamos ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e quais as esperanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que a vida roubou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e olhei-o de longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e mirei-o de perto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que quem não vê caras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não vê corações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guardei um amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que é coisa que vale milhões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que é que foi que ele disse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-414794912531172956?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/414794912531172956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/414794912531172956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/536-com-um-brilhozinho-nos-olhos-sergio.html' title='536. Com um brilhozinho nos olhos - Sérgio Godinho'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aMKHMcS7X3g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5992142032690265160</id><published>2011-12-12T01:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:26:39.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>535. Mímica Sísmica - Mesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GAcha9pZb2A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias faço uma batalha a mim própria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual é a direcção a seguir e porquê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escolho a cabeça de dentro do armário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E saio à rua sem saber para quê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma é oca outra é louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São duas pernas a baloiçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vários gestos, vários gestos impossíveis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas bocas a sustentar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refrão:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mímica sísmica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num coreto com corais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adão é a semente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Lisboa é dos mortais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O gato é leopardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aguça a ambição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou imparcial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já te expliquei noutra canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A língua é uma beleza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De intelecto e natureza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O jantar correu tão bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que será a sobremesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fios d'ovos, framboesas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho vontade indomável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os meus dedos fazem girar o copo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu vejo o meu reflexo nos diversos cristais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os meus dedos fazem girar o copo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refrão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mímica sísmica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aguça a ambição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou imparcial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já te expliquei noutra canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um gesto impossível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De dentro do armário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adopto os fantasmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao meu dicionário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aguça a ambição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aguça a ambição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5992142032690265160?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5992142032690265160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5992142032690265160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/535-mimica-sismica-mesa.html' title='535. Mímica Sísmica - Mesa'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GAcha9pZb2A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3801946299607011148</id><published>2011-12-11T01:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:07:58.598+02:00</updated><title type='text'>534. Islands on the coast - Band of Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LuYTqkjBgEg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a copy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of a lesson you know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and put the kind words to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For man don't say why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even know how,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's only awful as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hell that you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islands on the coast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islands on the coast of your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, of your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And only hours before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house had burned down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he shut the other door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if i don't see now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even know why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's only awful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the hell that you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islands on the coast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islands on the coast of your heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, of your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home (x4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was writing in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lesson you know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's take the other door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if i don't think right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even know how,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's only awful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the hell that you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islands on the coast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islands on the coast of your heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, of your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home (x4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3801946299607011148?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3801946299607011148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3801946299607011148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/534-islands-on-coast-band-of-horses.html' title='534. Islands on the coast - Band of Horses'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LuYTqkjBgEg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-8853309101196036175</id><published>2011-12-10T02:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T02:29:16.797+02:00</updated><title type='text'>533. Evil - Interpol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eqfiHfDmOnw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rosemary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven restores you in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're coming with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the aging, the fearing, the strife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the smiling on the package&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the faces in the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the thought that moves you upwards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embracing me with two hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right will take you places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah maybe to the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your friends they do come crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them now your pleasure's set upon slow-release&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sensitive to fate not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey who's on trial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took a life spent with no cellmate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The long way back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying, "hey why can't we look the other way?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we speaks about travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, we think about the land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We smart like all peoples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling real tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could take you places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you need a new man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wipe the pollen from the faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make revision to a dream while you wait in the van&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sensitive to fate not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey who's on trial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took a life spent with no cellmate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find the long way back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying, "hey why can't we look the other way?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're weightless, you are exotic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need something for which to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying, "hey why can't we look the other way?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some shards under the belly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lay some grease inside my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a sentimental jury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the makings of a good plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've come to love me lightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah you've come to hold me tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this motion everlasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or do shutters pass in the night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rosemary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh heaven restores you in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent a lifespan with no cellmate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The long way back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying, "hey why can't we look the other way?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're weightless, semi-erotic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need someone to take you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying, "hey why can't we look the other way?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't we just play the other game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't we just look the other way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-8853309101196036175?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8853309101196036175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8853309101196036175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/533-evil-interpol.html' title='533. Evil - Interpol'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eqfiHfDmOnw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5120778507109063585</id><published>2011-12-10T02:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T02:26:45.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>532. A cry for love - David Fonseca</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oGgiavNYeFw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one can love me the way that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, i was the captain of my own ship of fools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fled to the ocean, i aimed for the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So your face was a light that kept me saved from the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i say please, say please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl you see me smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl i'm singing words of joy to the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the lines it's hidden in the smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you hear a cry for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jumped to the water, i swam to the shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turned up at your doorstep, i slept on your floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up in panic, i dreamt you were gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're gone, you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood there in silence with the damaged i've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now it's done, it's done so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl you see me smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl i'm singing words of joy to the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the lines it's hidden in the smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you hear a cry for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep on smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl i'll keep on playing my songs to the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the lines it's hidden in the smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you hear a cry for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cry for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cry for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cry for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl you see me smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl i'm singing words of joy to the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the lines it's hidden in the smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you hear a cry for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep on smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl i'll keep on playing my songs to the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the lines it's hidden in the smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you hear a cry for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see the smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you see the cry for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hidden in the smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you hear a cry for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5120778507109063585?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5120778507109063585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5120778507109063585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/532.html' title='532. A cry for love - David Fonseca'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oGgiavNYeFw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-177039138632464557</id><published>2011-12-09T18:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T18:51:42.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>531. Please be patient with me - Wilco</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/689sPFvjjok" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should warn you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm not well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, there's nothing I can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make this easier for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're gonna need to be patient with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm this apple, this happening stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but my blessings get so blurred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the sound of your words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna need you to be patient with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I warn you when my tongue turns to dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like we've discussed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't mean that I don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It means I'm partially there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're gonna need to be patient with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-177039138632464557?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/177039138632464557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/177039138632464557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/531-please-be-patient-with-me-wilco.html' title='531. Please be patient with me - Wilco'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/689sPFvjjok/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5039982494030424758</id><published>2011-12-09T14:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:44:22.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>530. Down is the new up - Thom Yorke</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V5jIWaFUhz0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get yourself together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the light pour in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour yourself a hot bath, pour yourself a drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's gonna happen without a warning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down is the new up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is up, buttercup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down is the new up, is the new up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your services are not required&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your future's bleak, you're so last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, without a safety net&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall now perform a 180 flip-flop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall now amputate, I shall now contort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because down is the new up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I just flip-flopped?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down is the new up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down is the new up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down is the new up, is the new up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're on Candid Camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chink in your armor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topsy turvy town, topsy turvy town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shake your pockets out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pass it on, pass it down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topsy turvy town, topsy turvy town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5039982494030424758?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5039982494030424758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5039982494030424758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/530-down-is-new-up-thom-yorke.html' title='530. Down is the new up - Thom Yorke'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/V5jIWaFUhz0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1599510966750974171</id><published>2011-12-08T00:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:44:31.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>529. Black rainbow - St. Vincent</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IQwjOr1RbqY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RnbQ0j3_lKY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a black rainbow upon my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Match the curtains and the floors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I'm glass I think I'm breaking it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrecking ball outside the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the children act like furniture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the ladies of the lawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't see them, I can't see at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's night time all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bird outside the kitchen, fighting his reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell him I got nothing for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bird outside the kitchen, fighting his reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's he gonna win when he wins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unkissed boys and girls of paradise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lining up around the block&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back pockets full of dynamite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While neighbors talk and talk and talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bird outside the kitchen fighting his reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell him I got nothing for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bird outside the kitchen fighting his reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's he gonna win when he wins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw the phone out the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want the neighbors woke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll have to shout out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And set the bell and slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want the neighbors woke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll have to shout even louder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1599510966750974171?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1599510966750974171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1599510966750974171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/529-black-rainbow-st-vincent.html' title='529. Black rainbow - St. Vincent'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IQwjOr1RbqY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4066099937492636905</id><published>2011-12-08T00:17:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:24:31.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>528. Perdóname - Pablo Alborán &amp; Carminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8EFMojiDY2k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K1BhmwNCN7Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si alguna vez preguntas el por que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sabre decirte la razón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo no la se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por eso y mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdóname...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si alguna vez maldicen nuestro amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comprenderé tu corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu no me entenderás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por eso y mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdóname..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uuuna sola palabra mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No mas besos al alba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ni una sola caricia abra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esto se acaba aquí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hay manera ni forma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De decir que si (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si alguna vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creíste que por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O por tu culpa me marche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fuiste tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por eso y mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdóname..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si alguna vez te hice sonreír&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creistes poco a poco en mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui yo lo se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por eso y mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdóname..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uuuna sola palabra mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No mas besos al alba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ni una sola caricia abra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esto se acaba aquí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hay manera ni forma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De decir que si (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siento volverte loca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darte el veneno de mi boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siento tener que irme así&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin decirte adiós (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laralalalaralalarala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laralaalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalalalara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uuuna sola palabra mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No mas besos al alba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ni una sola caricia abra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esto se acaba aquí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hay manera ni forma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De decir que si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4066099937492636905?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4066099937492636905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4066099937492636905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/528-perdoname-pablo-alboran.html' title='528. Perdóname - Pablo Alborán &amp; Carminho'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8EFMojiDY2k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-362342441740729702</id><published>2011-12-07T00:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:06:47.222+02:00</updated><title type='text'>527. Say yes - Elliott Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NcalJSO6jDY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's still around the morning after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We broke up a month ago, and I grew up - but didn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd be around the morning after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always been wait and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A happy day and then you pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and feel like shit the morning after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I feel changed around and instead of falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm standing up the morning after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could be another fool or an exception to the rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me the morning after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crooked spin can't come to rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I damaged bad at best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'll decide what she wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably be the last to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No-one says until it shows and you see how it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They want you or they don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's still around the morning after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-362342441740729702?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/362342441740729702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/362342441740729702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/527-say-yes-elliott-smith.html' title='527. Say yes - Elliott Smith'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NcalJSO6jDY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1196356469930599890</id><published>2011-12-05T20:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:18:28.684+02:00</updated><title type='text'>526. Silence - Portishead</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_K869DR8rFA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: small; "&gt;"Esteja alerta para a regra dos três. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;O que você dá retornará para você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Essa lição você tem que aprender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Você só ganha o que você merece."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Tempted in our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Tormented inside lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Wounded and afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Falling through changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Did you know when you lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Did you know when I wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Did you know what I lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Do you know what I wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Empty in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Crying out in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Wandered out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Too far to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Drifting unable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Did you know when you lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Did you know when I wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Did you know what I lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; text-align: -webkit-center; font-size: small; "&gt;Do you know what I wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1196356469930599890?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1196356469930599890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1196356469930599890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/526-silence-portishead.html' title='526. Silence - Portishead'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_K869DR8rFA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-8682735012363072712</id><published>2011-12-05T00:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:24:04.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>525. Shake it out - Florence and the Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RCWnVznnWcs" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Regrets collect like old friends&lt;br /&gt;Here to relive your darkest moments&lt;br /&gt;I can see no way, I can see no way&lt;br /&gt;And all of the ghouls come out to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every demon wants his pound of flesh&lt;br /&gt;But I like to keep some things to myself&lt;br /&gt;I like to keep my issues strong&lt;br /&gt;It's always darkest before the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been a fool and I've been blind&lt;br /&gt;I can never leave the past behind&lt;br /&gt;I can see no way, I can see no way&lt;br /&gt;I'm always dragging that horse around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our love is pastured such a mournful sound&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground&lt;br /&gt;So I like to keep my issues strong&lt;br /&gt;But it's always darkest before the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah&lt;br /&gt;Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back&lt;br /&gt;So shake him off, oh woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with my graceless heart&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart&lt;br /&gt;Cause I like to keep my issues strong&lt;br /&gt;It's always darkest before the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah&lt;br /&gt;Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back&lt;br /&gt;So shake him off, oh woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And given half the chance would I take any of it back&lt;br /&gt;It's a final mess but it's left me so empty&lt;br /&gt;It's always darkest before the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh woah, oh woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't&lt;br /&gt;So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope&lt;br /&gt;It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat&lt;br /&gt;Cause looking for heaven, for the devil in me&lt;br /&gt;Looking for heaven, for the devil in me&lt;br /&gt;Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah&lt;br /&gt;Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back&lt;br /&gt;So shake him off, oh woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-8682735012363072712?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8682735012363072712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8682735012363072712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/525-shake-it-out-florence-and-machine.html' title='525. Shake it out - Florence and the Machine'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RCWnVznnWcs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3009515831490764649</id><published>2011-12-03T02:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T02:45:15.744+02:00</updated><title type='text'>524. Vou ser alguem - Maria Clementina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang=""&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eJ1-_3EBaFo" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando eu nascer vou ser do bem&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu quiser vou ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Vou me libertar largando o chão&lt;br /&gt;Para poder subir ao meu verão&lt;br /&gt;Então, meu bem, vou ser alguém&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando eu nascer vais ver, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Quem me encontrar vai querer sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Quem me descobrir vai querer ficar&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer feliz o mundo vão&lt;br /&gt;Então, meu bem, vou ser alguém&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meu sopro aquece a água fria&lt;br /&gt;Meu nome para abraçar o dia&lt;br /&gt;Maria Clementina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3009515831490764649?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3009515831490764649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3009515831490764649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/12/524-vou-ser-alguem-maria-clementina.html' title='524. Vou ser alguem - Maria Clementina'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eJ1-_3EBaFo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-6087052369535294028</id><published>2011-11-29T19:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:19:45.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>523. Because - The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sgRWiLNtW68" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X2XzqL2xG9g" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the world is round it turns me on&lt;br /&gt;Because the world is round...aaaaaahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the wind is high it blows my mind&lt;br /&gt;Because the wind is high......aaaaaaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is old, love is new&lt;br /&gt;Love is all, love is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;Because the sky is blue.......aaaaaaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-6087052369535294028?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6087052369535294028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6087052369535294028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/523-because-beatles.html' title='523. Because - The Beatles'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sgRWiLNtW68/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-7830737784139838584</id><published>2011-11-27T14:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:35:30.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>522. The cigarette duet - Princess Chelsea</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4TV_128Fz2g" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a cigarette &amp;amp; it cannot be that bad&lt;br /&gt;    Honey don't you love me and you know it makes me sad?&lt;br /&gt;    It's just a cigarette like you always used to do&lt;br /&gt;    I was different then, I don't need them to be cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's just a cigarette and it harms your pretty lungs&lt;br /&gt;    Well it's only twice a week so there's not much of a chance&lt;br /&gt;    It's just a cigarette it'll soon be only ten&lt;br /&gt;    Honey can't you trust me when I want to stop I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's just a cigarette and it's just a Malboro Light&lt;br /&gt;    Maybe but is it worth it if we fight?&lt;br /&gt;    It's just a cigarette that I got from Jamie-Lee&lt;br /&gt;    She's gonna get a smack and I'm gonna give you three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's just a cigarette and I only did it once&lt;br /&gt;    it's only twice a week so there's not much of a chance&lt;br /&gt;    It's just a cigarette and I'm sorry that I did it&lt;br /&gt;    Honey can't you trust me when I want to stop I can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-7830737784139838584?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7830737784139838584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/7830737784139838584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/522-cigarette-duet-princess-chelsea.html' title='522. The cigarette duet - Princess Chelsea'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4TV_128Fz2g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3395880082449621722</id><published>2011-11-25T19:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:32:45.681+02:00</updated><title type='text'>521. Marathon - Tennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LsbXcJT8yfE" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="360"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut Grove&lt;br /&gt;Is a very small cove&lt;br /&gt;separated from the sea&lt;br /&gt;by a shifting shoal&lt;br /&gt;we didn't realize that&lt;br /&gt;we had arrived&lt;br /&gt;at high tide, high tide&lt;br /&gt;barely made it out alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red over white&lt;br /&gt;fishermen working at night&lt;br /&gt;not even once&lt;br /&gt;did we see a light&lt;br /&gt;we didn't realize&lt;br /&gt;the forecast had been revised&lt;br /&gt;by moonless skies and&lt;br /&gt;shifty wind that gusts and dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the sand our keel is heaving&lt;br /&gt;but tonight we've got to be leaving&lt;br /&gt;travel through the day and into the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon how long we've been gone&lt;br /&gt;and still not yet set foot upon you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your low lying shore opens welcomingly&lt;br /&gt;to one who's spent the night at sea&lt;br /&gt;Adrift in the shallows, a modest repose&lt;br /&gt;adorn with coral, your bright colors show&lt;br /&gt;ushered in through a bridge that is never closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3395880082449621722?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3395880082449621722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3395880082449621722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/521-marathon-tennis.html' title='521. Marathon - Tennis'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LsbXcJT8yfE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4826407491743334662</id><published>2011-11-24T02:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T02:44:41.241+02:00</updated><title type='text'>520. Handbags &amp; the gladrags - Rod Stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/edbFVGrTG-c" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1dfVsqIWbwI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen a blind man cross the road&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make the other side?&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen a young girl growing old&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make herself a bride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what becomes of you my love&lt;br /&gt;When they have finally stripped you of&lt;br /&gt;The handbags and the gladrags&lt;br /&gt;That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was a young man&lt;br /&gt;And all I thought I had to do was smile&lt;br /&gt;Well you are still a young girl&lt;br /&gt;And you've bought everything in style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once you think you're in you're out&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't mean a single thing without&lt;br /&gt;The handbags and the gladrags&lt;br /&gt;That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing a song of six-pence for your sake&lt;br /&gt;And drink a bottle full of rye&lt;br /&gt;Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake&lt;br /&gt;And bake 'em all in a pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me you missed school today&lt;br /&gt;So what I suggest you just throw them all away&lt;br /&gt;The handbags and the gladrags&lt;br /&gt;That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me you missed school today&lt;br /&gt;So what I suggest you just throw them all away&lt;br /&gt;The handbags and the gladrags&lt;br /&gt;That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4826407491743334662?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4826407491743334662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4826407491743334662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/520-handbags-gladrags-rod-stewart.html' title='520. Handbags &amp; the gladrags - Rod Stewart'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/edbFVGrTG-c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-8116846645017530118</id><published>2011-11-23T02:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T02:12:02.355+02:00</updated><title type='text'>519. Angel in the snow - Elliott Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J_Q_fYuMZdA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'd say you make a perfect&lt;br /&gt;angel in the snow&lt;br /&gt;all crushed out on the way you are&lt;br /&gt;better stop before it goes too far&lt;br /&gt;don't you know that i love you&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like only a cold still life&lt;br /&gt;that fell down here to lay beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you know that i love you&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like only a cold still life&lt;br /&gt;only a frozen still life&lt;br /&gt;that fell down here to lay beside you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-8116846645017530118?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8116846645017530118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8116846645017530118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/519-angel-in-snow-elliott-smith.html' title='519. Angel in the snow - Elliott Smith'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J_Q_fYuMZdA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-6494027812003886175</id><published>2011-11-21T18:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:58:49.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>518. A pele que há em mim - Márcia</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LrNz37uc7kc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o dia entardeceu&lt;br /&gt;E o teu corpo tocou&lt;br /&gt;Num recanto do meu&lt;br /&gt;Uma dança acordou&lt;br /&gt;E o sol apareceu&lt;br /&gt;De gigante ficou&lt;br /&gt;Num instante apagou&lt;br /&gt;O sereno do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a calma a aguardar lugar em mim&lt;br /&gt;O desejo a contar segundo o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Foi num ar que te deu&lt;br /&gt;E o teu canto mudou&lt;br /&gt;E o teu corpo do meu&lt;br /&gt;Uma trança arrancou&lt;br /&gt;O sangue arrefeceu&lt;br /&gt;E o meu pé aterrou&lt;br /&gt;Minha voz sussurrou&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho morreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o mar, o meu rio, minha calçada.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o quarto vazio da minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar-te no fio da tua fala.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a pele que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Tu não sabes nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor se acabou&lt;br /&gt;e o meu corpo esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;o caminho onde andou&lt;br /&gt;nos recantos do teu&lt;br /&gt;e o luar se apagou&lt;br /&gt;e a noite emudeceu&lt;br /&gt;o frio fundo do céu&lt;br /&gt;foi descendo e ficou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a mágoa não mora mais em mim&lt;br /&gt;Já passou, desgastei, para lá do fim&lt;br /&gt;É preciso partir,&lt;br /&gt;É o preço do amor&lt;br /&gt;Para voltar a viver&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sinto o sabor&lt;br /&gt;A suor e pavor&lt;br /&gt;Do teu colo a ferver&lt;br /&gt;Do teu sangue de flor&lt;br /&gt;Já não quero saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o mar, o meu rio, a minha estrada&lt;br /&gt;O meu barco vazio na madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar-te no frio da tua fala.&lt;br /&gt;Na vertigem da voz quando enfim se cala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-6494027812003886175?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6494027812003886175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6494027812003886175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/518-pele-que-ha-em-mim-marcia.html' title='518. A pele que há em mim - Márcia'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LrNz37uc7kc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-8232519823944569645</id><published>2011-11-19T20:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:14:59.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'>517. Não venhas tarde - Carlos Ramos</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t1W-mJi9d2c" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não venhas tarde!,&lt;br /&gt;Dizes-me tu com carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca fazer alarde&lt;br /&gt;Do que me pedes, baixinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não venhas tarde!,&lt;br /&gt;E eu peço a deus que no fim&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração ainda guarde&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de amor por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes bem&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou p'ra outra mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Que ela me prende também,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu só faço o que ela quer,&lt;br /&gt;Tu estás sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Que te minto e sou cobarde,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabes dizer, sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, não venhas tarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não venhas tarde!,&lt;br /&gt;Dizes-me sem azedume,&lt;br /&gt;Quando o teu coração arde&lt;br /&gt;Na fogueira do ciúme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não venhas tarde!,&lt;br /&gt;Dizes-me tu da janela,&lt;br /&gt;E eu venho sempre mais tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não sei fugir dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes bem&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou p'ra outra mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Que ela me prende também,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu só faço o que ela quer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Eu confesso, tenho medo,&lt;br /&gt;Que tu me digas um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, não venhas cedo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ironia,&lt;br /&gt;Pois nunca sei onde vais,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu chegue cedo algum dia,&lt;br /&gt;E seja tarde demais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-8232519823944569645?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8232519823944569645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8232519823944569645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/517-nao-venhas-tarde-carlos-ramos.html' title='517. Não venhas tarde - Carlos Ramos'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t1W-mJi9d2c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4527904547990259411</id><published>2011-11-18T01:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:26:59.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'>516. Go slowly - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/68hwLd2f3is" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh Maria&lt;br /&gt;Come slowly&lt;br /&gt;Come slowly to me&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;Patient&lt;br /&gt;Patiently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it&lt;br /&gt;But now I can see&lt;br /&gt;That there's a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there's a way out&lt;br /&gt;That there's a way out&lt;br /&gt;That there's a way out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4527904547990259411?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4527904547990259411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4527904547990259411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/516-go-slowly-radiohead.html' title='516. Go slowly - Radiohead'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/68hwLd2f3is/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3923634054196975615</id><published>2011-11-17T00:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:21:05.834+02:00</updated><title type='text'>515. C'mere - Interpol</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WHD-8AIyBGc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/INoASyNJEDk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves&lt;br /&gt;The trouble is that you're in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;It should be me. Oh, it should be me&lt;br /&gt;Sacred parts, your get aways&lt;br /&gt;You come along on summer days&lt;br /&gt;Tenderly, tastefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so may, we make time&lt;br /&gt;Try to find somebody else&lt;br /&gt;This place is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said today, you know exactly how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I had my doubts little girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with something real&lt;br /&gt;It could be me, that's changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so may, we make time&lt;br /&gt;To try and find somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Who has a line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now season with health&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers walk a lakeside mile&lt;br /&gt;Try pleasing with stealth, rodeo&lt;br /&gt;See what stands long ending fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love you&lt;br /&gt;And in the evening, when we are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;We are sleeping. Oh, we are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so may, we make time&lt;br /&gt;We try to find somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Who has a line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now season with health&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers walk a lakeside mile&lt;br /&gt;Try pleasing with stealth, rodeo&lt;br /&gt;See what stands long ending fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3923634054196975615?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3923634054196975615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3923634054196975615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/515-cmere-interpol.html' title='515. C&apos;mere - Interpol'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WHD-8AIyBGc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3526434914163003787</id><published>2011-11-17T00:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:04:21.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>514. Try it on - Interpol</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6RScDYuQ2xQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the sun light&lt;br /&gt;To keep me above you&lt;br /&gt;These moderations&lt;br /&gt;I always hoped for&lt;br /&gt;Did all this work for&lt;br /&gt;Some piece of mind just because&lt;br /&gt;On this side&lt;br /&gt;You wanna see that&lt;br /&gt;There's no change&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere to stay&lt;br /&gt;But if your right&lt;br /&gt;I'll put my keys back&lt;br /&gt;There's no change&lt;br /&gt;And no hand to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please explore my loves endurance&lt;br /&gt;And stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;Please endure my loves exploitations&lt;br /&gt;No way, no fucking way no&lt;br /&gt;On this side&lt;br /&gt;You wanna see that there's no change&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere to stay&lt;br /&gt;On this side&lt;br /&gt;Your gonna see that there's no change&lt;br /&gt;And nowhere to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this side&lt;br /&gt;Your gonna see that there's no change&lt;br /&gt;And nowhere to stay&lt;br /&gt;But if your right&lt;br /&gt;I'll put my keys back&lt;br /&gt;There's no change&lt;br /&gt;And nowhere to stay&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3526434914163003787?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3526434914163003787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3526434914163003787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/514-try-it-on-interpol.html' title='514. Try it on - Interpol'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6RScDYuQ2xQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1397433164428287835</id><published>2011-11-14T23:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:06:48.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>513. Se por acaso(me vires por aí) - J.P. Simões</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y3FIVCZ8Oco" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Se por acaso me vires por aí&lt;br /&gt;Disfarça, finge não ver&lt;br /&gt;Diz que não pode ser, diz que morri&lt;br /&gt;Num acidente qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Conta o quanto quiseste fazer&lt;br /&gt;Exalta a tua versão&lt;br /&gt;Depois suspira e diz que esquecer&lt;br /&gt;É a tua profissão&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E ouve-se ao fundo uma linda canção&lt;br /&gt;De paz e amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Se por acaso me vires por aí&lt;br /&gt;Vamos tomar um café&lt;br /&gt;Diz qualquer coisa, telefona, enfim&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda moro na Sé&lt;br /&gt;Encaixotei uns papeis e não sei&lt;br /&gt;Se hei-de deitar tudo fora&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma série de cartas para ti&lt;br /&gt;Todas de uma tal de Dora&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E ouvem-se ao fundo canções tão banais&lt;br /&gt;De paz e amor&lt;br /&gt;Se eu por acaso te vir por aí&lt;br /&gt;Passo sem sequer te ver&lt;br /&gt;Naturalmente que já te esqueci&lt;br /&gt;E tenho mais que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas que cago no amor&lt;br /&gt;Acho que fui sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Espero que encontres tudo o que quiseres&lt;br /&gt;E vás para longe de mim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E ouve-se ao fundo uma velha canção&lt;br /&gt;De paz e amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Na sexta-feira acho que te vi&lt;br /&gt;À frente da Brasileira&lt;br /&gt;Era na certa o teu fato azul&lt;br /&gt;E a pasta em tons de madeira&lt;br /&gt;O Tó talvez queira te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Nunca falei mal de ti&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa e era bom saber&lt;br /&gt;Que estás em forma e feliz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E ouve-se ao fundo uma triste canção&lt;br /&gt;De paz e amor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1397433164428287835?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1397433164428287835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1397433164428287835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/513-se-por-acasome-vires-por-ai-jp.html' title='513. Se por acaso(me vires por aí) - J.P. Simões'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y3FIVCZ8Oco/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-6763720208268782855</id><published>2011-11-14T21:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:58:52.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>512. This old heart of mine - Isley Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8yiOqTG9Nno" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, this old heart of mine, been broken thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Each time you break away, I fear you're gone to stay&lt;br /&gt;Lonely nights that come, memories that go&lt;br /&gt;Bringing you back again, hurting me more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's my mistake&lt;br /&gt;To show this love I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;'Cause each day that passes by&lt;br /&gt;You've got me never knowing if I'm coming or going but I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;This is old heart, darling is weak for you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, yes I do, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These old arms of mine&lt;br /&gt;Miss having you around&lt;br /&gt;Makes these tears inside&lt;br /&gt;Start pouring down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always with half a kiss&lt;br /&gt;You remind me of what I miss&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to control myself&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool I start grinnin' 'cause my head starts spinnin' 'cause I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;This is old heart, darling is weak for you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, yes I do, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I try hard to hide, my hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;This old heart of mine always keeps me cryin'&lt;br /&gt;The way you're treating me, leaves me incomplete&lt;br /&gt;You're here for the day, gone for the week now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you leave me a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;A hundred times I'll take you back&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours whenever you want me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too proud to shout it, tell the world about it 'cause I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;This is old heart, darling is weak for you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;This is old heart, darling is weak for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;This is old heart, darling is weak for you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, yes I do, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I love you, yes I do, darling is weak for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-6763720208268782855?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6763720208268782855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/6763720208268782855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/512-this-old-heart-of-mine-isley.html' title='512. This old heart of mine - Isley Brothers'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8yiOqTG9Nno/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-2020741268967896714</id><published>2011-11-13T01:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:32:26.888+02:00</updated><title type='text'>511. Big wave - Jenny and Johnny</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BwtV7L5bxtk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living your life in the gray&lt;br /&gt;Is the new American way&lt;br /&gt;We're spending what we haven't made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we save our money in good faith&lt;br /&gt;And we work hard for our living wage&lt;br /&gt;But still the banks got to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the dream's a lie&lt;br /&gt;And the snake, it bit you&lt;br /&gt;When you were awake&lt;br /&gt;And the books all fried&lt;br /&gt;You are bankrupting&lt;br /&gt;Because all the loans you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave&lt;br /&gt;It's going to hit you with a big wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep these days&lt;br /&gt;And my blues, they won't go away&lt;br /&gt;So there are these little pills I been taking&lt;br /&gt;And my doctor, she says that they're safe&lt;br /&gt;But I been sleepwalking down to the lake&lt;br /&gt;And waking up in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling's a lie&lt;br /&gt;But the snake, it bit me&lt;br /&gt;When I wasn't awake&lt;br /&gt;And the scripts, they lie&lt;br /&gt;I have been poisoned from&lt;br /&gt;All the things I take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave&lt;br /&gt;It's going to hit me with a big wave&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave&lt;br /&gt;It's going to hit you with a big wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel deprived&lt;br /&gt;(You don't trust me)&lt;br /&gt;All of us still alive&lt;br /&gt;(You never touch me)&lt;br /&gt;It's really just that I don't feel&lt;br /&gt;Like it much these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my love's a lie&lt;br /&gt;Because the snake, he visits me&lt;br /&gt;When you are away&lt;br /&gt;And your dreams don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I have been corrupted&lt;br /&gt;Because all the lovers I take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave&lt;br /&gt;You're going to hit me with a big wave&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave&lt;br /&gt;It's going to hit you with a big wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, da da da&lt;br /&gt;Big wave, do do do&lt;br /&gt;Big wave&lt;br /&gt;It's going to hit you with a big wave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-2020741268967896714?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2020741268967896714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2020741268967896714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/511-big-wave-jenny-and-johnny.html' title='511. Big wave - Jenny and Johnny'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BwtV7L5bxtk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-8955887222072755104</id><published>2011-11-13T00:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:58:09.934+02:00</updated><title type='text'>510. Veio a Maria Clementina - Maria Clementina</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5P502nLFaF0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se colhe uma mulher?&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre é touro p’ra colher&lt;br /&gt;E o matador que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Não bandarilha num jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Ser pegador tão floreado&lt;br /&gt;Não faz que eu seja bom forcado.&lt;br /&gt;Se da plateia vêm flores&lt;br /&gt;A cada "Olé" eu sinto dores.&lt;br /&gt;Foi-se esta veia assassina&lt;br /&gt;Veio a Maria Clementina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se apanha um coração&lt;br /&gt;Sem dar o nosso por caução?&lt;br /&gt;O caçador que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixa abater assim&lt;br /&gt;Mas p’lo disparo sem certeza&lt;br /&gt;Ricocheteia a Natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Se da culatra vêm flores&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo ais mas não de dores.&lt;br /&gt;Um tiro errado não se ensina;&lt;br /&gt;Veio a Maria Clementina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se cala uma cantiga&lt;br /&gt;Sem trautear quanto isso obriga?&lt;br /&gt;O surdo-mudo que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Já ouve o anunciado fim.&lt;br /&gt;De tão cinzenta previsão&lt;br /&gt;Alaranjou-se-me a intenção.&lt;br /&gt;Se te amordaço e dás-me flores&lt;br /&gt;Que me castiguem justas dores.&lt;br /&gt;Foi-se esta predatória sina;&lt;br /&gt;Veio a Maria Clementina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-8955887222072755104?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8955887222072755104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/8955887222072755104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/510-veio-maria-clementina-maria.html' title='510. Veio a Maria Clementina - Maria Clementina'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5P502nLFaF0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-1674636594255221969</id><published>2011-11-13T00:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:53:58.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>509. Fabulous places - Sammy Davis Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wbKc7R4pFew" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many fabulous faraway places to see!&lt;br /&gt;Such as Mexico, Sweden, Hawaii, Japan and Capri!&lt;br /&gt;There are so many exciting and wonderful places!&lt;br /&gt;Mountains and jungles, deserts and oases!&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant as home is,&lt;br /&gt;It isn't what Rome is!&lt;br /&gt;So why stay there?&lt;br /&gt;When there are so many fabulous faraway places to see!&lt;br /&gt;Why should Spain and Tahiti and Rio&lt;br /&gt;Just be only names to you and me?&lt;br /&gt;I feel certain there are people&lt;br /&gt;We'd be glad to know there!&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why don't we get up and go there?&lt;br /&gt;Go to those fabulous places we're longing to be?&lt;br /&gt;Go to Bangkok and Hong Kong and Paris and Venice!&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo and Cairo and Lisbon and London!&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful fabulous places we're longing to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything just to have one single day there!&lt;br /&gt;And once we get there,&lt;br /&gt;I know that we'll stay there!&lt;br /&gt;Stay in those fabulous places&lt;br /&gt;We're longing to be!&lt;br /&gt;Such as Siam! Sienna! Vienna! Verona!&lt;br /&gt;Java! Jamaica! Bombay! Barcelona!&lt;br /&gt;Show me those fabulous places&lt;br /&gt;We're longing to see!&lt;br /&gt;Longing to see!&lt;br /&gt;Longing to see!&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-1674636594255221969?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1674636594255221969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/1674636594255221969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/509-fabulous-places-sammy-davis-jr.html' title='509. Fabulous places - Sammy Davis Jr.'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wbKc7R4pFew/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-5134796357027400772</id><published>2011-11-13T00:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:48:41.012+02:00</updated><title type='text'>508. We'll meet again - Vera Lynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/49xzZkepaGY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when&lt;br /&gt;But I know we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Some sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling through&lt;br /&gt;Just like you always do&lt;br /&gt;'Till the blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Drive the dark clouds far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will you please say hello&lt;br /&gt;To the folks that I know&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I won't be long&lt;br /&gt;They'll be happy to know&lt;br /&gt;That as you saw me go&lt;br /&gt;I was singing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when&lt;br /&gt;But I know we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Some sunny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when&lt;br /&gt;But I know we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Some sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling through&lt;br /&gt;Just like you always do&lt;br /&gt;'Till the blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Drive the dark clouds far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will you please say hello&lt;br /&gt;To the folks that I know&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I won't be long&lt;br /&gt;They'll be happy to know&lt;br /&gt;That as you saw me go&lt;br /&gt;I was singing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when&lt;br /&gt;But I know we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Some sunny day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-5134796357027400772?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5134796357027400772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/5134796357027400772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/508-well-meet-again-vera-lynn.html' title='508. We&apos;ll meet again - Vera Lynn'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/49xzZkepaGY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-4870655027212668254</id><published>2011-11-13T00:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:42:54.515+02:00</updated><title type='text'>507. Moves like Jagger - Maroon 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="songText2" class="protected"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iEPTlhBmwRg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/suRsxpoAc5w" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot for the stars, if it feels right&lt;br /&gt;Then aim for my heart, if you feel like&lt;br /&gt;Can take me away, and make it okay&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll behave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted control, so we waited&lt;br /&gt;I put on a show, now I make it&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm a kid, my ego is big&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a shit&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the tongue&lt;br /&gt;And I'll know you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me 'til you're drunk&lt;br /&gt;And I'll show you&lt;br /&gt;All the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to try to control you&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and I'll own you&lt;br /&gt;With the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's hard&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you're broken and scarred&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels right&lt;br /&gt;But when you're with me&lt;br /&gt;I make you believe&lt;br /&gt;That I've got the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so get in the car&lt;br /&gt;We can ride it wherever you want&lt;br /&gt;Get inside it&lt;br /&gt;And you want to steer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm shifting gears&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it from here&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the tongue&lt;br /&gt;And I'll know you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me 'til you're drunk&lt;br /&gt;And I'll show you&lt;br /&gt;All the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to try to control you&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and I'll own you&lt;br /&gt;With the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know how to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Take control, own me just for the night&lt;br /&gt;But if I share my secret&lt;br /&gt;You gonna have to keep it&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else can see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch and learn, I won't show you twice&lt;br /&gt;Head to toe, oh baby, rub me right&lt;br /&gt;But if I share my secret&lt;br /&gt;You gonna have to keep it&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else can see this&lt;br /&gt;Hey, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the tongue&lt;br /&gt;And I'll know you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me 'til you're drunk&lt;br /&gt;And I'll show you&lt;br /&gt;All the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to try to control you&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and I'll own you&lt;br /&gt;With the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger&lt;br /&gt;I've got the moves like Jagger         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-4870655027212668254?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4870655027212668254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/4870655027212668254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/507-moves-like-jagger-maroon-5.html' title='507. Moves like Jagger - Maroon 5'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iEPTlhBmwRg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-3022996778257424906</id><published>2011-11-12T02:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:11:45.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>506. Dead and lovely - Tom Waits</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KHLvlLDtCF8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a middle class girl&lt;br /&gt;She was in over her head&lt;br /&gt;She thought she would&lt;br /&gt;Stand up in the deep end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a bullet proof smile&lt;br /&gt;He had money to burn&lt;br /&gt;She thought she had the moon&lt;br /&gt;In her pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now she's dead&lt;br /&gt;She's so dead&lt;br /&gt;Forever dead and lovely now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been told to&lt;br /&gt;Remember this...&lt;br /&gt;Don't let a fool kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Never marry for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hard to impress&lt;br /&gt;He knew everyone's secrets&lt;br /&gt;He wore her on his arm&lt;br /&gt;Just like jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never gave but he got&lt;br /&gt;He kept her on a leash&lt;br /&gt;He's not the kind of wheel&lt;br /&gt;You fall asleep at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now she's dead&lt;br /&gt;Forever dead&lt;br /&gt;Forever dead and lovely now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come closer, look deeper&lt;br /&gt;You've fallen fast&lt;br /&gt;Just like a plane on a&lt;br /&gt;Stormy sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made up someone to be&lt;br /&gt;She made up somewhere to be from&lt;br /&gt;This is one business in the&lt;br /&gt;World where that's no&lt;br /&gt;Problem at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that is left&lt;br /&gt;They will only plow under&lt;br /&gt;Soon every one you know&lt;br /&gt;Will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she's dead&lt;br /&gt;Forever dead&lt;br /&gt;Forever dead and lovely now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's dead&lt;br /&gt;Forever dead&lt;br /&gt;Forever dead and lovely now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been told to&lt;br /&gt;Remember this...&lt;br /&gt;Don't let a kiss fool you&lt;br /&gt;Never marry for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has its price &lt;i&gt;[2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more romantic&lt;br /&gt;Then dying in the moonlight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're all watching the sea&lt;br /&gt;What's lost can never be broken&lt;br /&gt;Her roots were sweet&lt;br /&gt;But they were so shallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she's dead&lt;br /&gt;Forever dead&lt;br /&gt;Forever dead and lovely now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she's dead&lt;br /&gt;Forever dead&lt;br /&gt;And she's so dead and lovely now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-3022996778257424906?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3022996778257424906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/3022996778257424906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/506-dead-and-lovely-tom-waits.html' title='506. Dead and lovely - Tom Waits'/><author><name>Fielding Mellish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141033800195756523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sNLyDuoO54/STpgnJLm7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsFiYO1yP48/S220/DSC00107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KHLvlLDtCF8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550051033621219003.post-2485873584736872175</id><published>2011-11-11T20:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:18:13.128+02:00</updated><title type='text'>505. Ruby tuesday - Rolling Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6DVCgKsqn30" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would never say where she came from&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday don't matter if it's gone&lt;br /&gt;While the sun is bright&lt;br /&gt;Or in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;She comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, ruby tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Who could hang a name on you?&lt;br /&gt;When you change with every new day&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm gonna miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't question why she needs to be so free&lt;br /&gt;Shell tell you it's the only way to be&lt;br /&gt;She just can't be chained&lt;br /&gt;To a life where nothing's gained&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's lost&lt;br /&gt;At such a cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no time to lose, I heard her say&lt;br /&gt;Catch your dreams before they slip away&lt;br /&gt;Dying all the time&lt;br /&gt;Lose your dreams&lt;br /&gt;And you will lose your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life unkind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, ruby tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Who could hang a name on you?&lt;br /&gt;When you change with every new day&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm gonna miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550051033621219003-2485873584736872175?l=365songstherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2485873584736872175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550051033621219003/posts/default/2485873584736872175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365songstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/11/505-ruby-tuesday-rolling-stones.html' title='505. 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