<?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-4812377364802634740</id><updated>2012-02-01T19:30:47.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs about Jane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03196423807114970975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tq-WVUCblNc/S1yH5OQStmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsFiT4DM3IU/S220/1-3758509-7434-t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-1031140312858174906</id><published>2010-09-17T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:59:08.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Watch as the clouds roll on by&lt;br /&gt;Look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Whispering words from lullabies&lt;br /&gt;You are the leader&lt;br /&gt;The sworn disbeliever of love&lt;br /&gt;You are the enemy&lt;br /&gt;The evil mistreater of the lovers who wanted affectionate touch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will stay faithful to the words that I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause life can be cut short so simply like thread&lt;br /&gt;I will stay faithful to the words that I murmur&lt;br /&gt;To the one whom I love so dearly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you don't have helpful input&lt;br /&gt;Could you just go away?&lt;br /&gt;This is a safe place-- a protected place&lt;br /&gt;For people to stay&lt;br /&gt;All you ever wanted was&lt;br /&gt;To ruin our fun&lt;br /&gt;Because you never found&lt;br /&gt;That one special one&lt;br /&gt;Don't you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's still safe to chase your dreams?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will stay faithful to the words that I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause life can be cut short so simply like thread&lt;br /&gt;I will stay faithful to the words that I murmur&lt;br /&gt;To the one whom I love so dearly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are the leader&lt;br /&gt;The sworn disbeliever of love&lt;br /&gt;You are the enemy&lt;br /&gt;The evil mistreater of the lovers who wanted affectionate touch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will stay faithful to the words that I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause life can be cut short so simply like thread&lt;br /&gt;I will stay faithful to the words that I murmur&lt;br /&gt;To the one whom I love so dearly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are the sworn disbeliever&lt;br /&gt;Why do you sit on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Giving such glares?&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/4812377364802634740-1031140312858174906?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1031140312858174906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/thread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/1031140312858174906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/1031140312858174906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/thread.html' title='Thread'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-6953596353732519144</id><published>2010-09-11T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:12:00.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Was Running Out</title><content type='html'>(This song goes along with the previous post. It's kinda like a continuous song, if that's what you call it? Sorta like something Jukebox the Ghost did where their songs took multiple tracks. Yeah. This is the second of two tracks.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We followed them back to where they live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where they reported to their boss on what they did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We told the president and he said that we should go to war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we fired bombs down to their streets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they sent lasers at our astronauts' feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we don't even know why they took that person from Earth before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got guns and they've got lasers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we've got bombs and they've got destruction rays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we outnumbered? Is their planet bigger than ours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we doomed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years later, it was still going on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were running out of rockets and bombs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in response the aliens kept taking people from us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days went by, odds looking bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we still fought with all we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we didn't want Earth destroyed, we had to beat them in a rush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got guns and they've got lasers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we've got bombs and they've got destruction rays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we outnumbered? Is their planet bigger than ours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we doomed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got guns and they've got lasers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we've got bombs and they've got destruction rays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we outnumbered? Is their planet bigger than ours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we doomed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got guns and they've got lasers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we've got bombs and they've destruction rays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we outnumbered? Is their planet bigger than ours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we doomed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as it looked like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time was running out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished it up with a flourish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aliens went home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aliens went home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earth is safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earth is replenished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone's feeling fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's feeling fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as it looked like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time was running out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished it up with a flourish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aliens went home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aliens went home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earth is safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earth is replenished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone's feeling fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's feeling fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-6953596353732519144?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6953596353732519144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-was-running-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6953596353732519144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6953596353732519144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-was-running-out.html' title='Time Was Running Out'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-1184185391655596686</id><published>2010-09-11T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:05:07.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Red, Full Speed Ahead</title><content type='html'>When my body lost its life&lt;div&gt;And the blood turned cold on the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They shipped me off into the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knew I wouldn't protest and I wouldn't make a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the air up there was freezing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the emptiness was easy to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invading every inch of every vein inside my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the blood drained out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I floated through space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the blood drained out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I became pale-faced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And was gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scientists were all surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They saw a body up in space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they looked in their telescopes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And their hearts began to race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because they saw a UFO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 14-hundred feet away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Racing off, in hopes that nobody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would see them, anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Code red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know that girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Code red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alien invasion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full speed ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-1184185391655596686?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1184185391655596686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/code-red-full-speed-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/1184185391655596686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/1184185391655596686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/code-red-full-speed-ahead.html' title='Code Red, Full Speed Ahead'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-4916246079810203771</id><published>2010-06-25T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:01:18.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Universe</title><content type='html'>Every color stands on your head&lt;div&gt;And the stars float through my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your feathery strands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slip through my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You offer me 10,000 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cry because, what can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrap your fingers into mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's set fire to the beginning of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rhyme your speech in verse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we create the universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You offer me the sky and the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I add in the ground and the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night can be dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mornings bright with the sun's spark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make some things diverse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we create the universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is everything we wanted to be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now you wonder why I sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's because of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You did for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You offered me 10,000 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You held me in the gentlest of ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was as if I was set free from chains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold me again, for better or for worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you wonder why I sing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-4916246079810203771?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4916246079810203771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/universe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/4916246079810203771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/4916246079810203771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/universe.html' title='The Universe'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-862399961280520876</id><published>2010-06-06T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:29:27.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello new Love</title><content type='html'>Day one im stuck in a little hole&lt;br /&gt;cryin about that day that &lt;br /&gt;you pack up all your stuff&lt;br /&gt;and ran away&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 I try to feel like new&lt;br /&gt;but my heart has broken inside&lt;br /&gt;am one the fence,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 baby pleeaase&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? new love&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? new over&lt;br /&gt;im callin out&lt;br /&gt;hello my new love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three I feel like an empty boat&lt;br /&gt;float out on an empty sea&lt;br /&gt;not quite sure what to do&lt;br /&gt;some one save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four Day four can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;my misery is eating me&lt;br /&gt;why did you have to go&lt;br /&gt;i miss you SOoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 baby pleeaase&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? new love&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? new love&lt;br /&gt;im callin out&lt;br /&gt;hello my new love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day five i'm barely alive&lt;br /&gt;vultures are circling me&lt;br /&gt;oh no, I won't survive&lt;br /&gt;end this please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day six, im in a fix&lt;br /&gt;im done, down and dirty&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are halfway closed&lt;br /&gt;the sky is melting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 baby pleeaase&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? new love&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? new love&lt;br /&gt;im callin out&lt;br /&gt;hello my new love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day seven I went to heaven baby&lt;br /&gt;I woke and I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;tears streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;you tell me, you'll never let go&lt;br /&gt;and your happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 baby pleeaase&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? my love&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;hello? hello? new love&lt;br /&gt;im callin out&lt;br /&gt;hello my new love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day eight man I feel great&lt;br /&gt;loves here, loves here to stay&lt;br /&gt;with his arm wrapped around me&lt;br /&gt;nothing like another dance&lt;br /&gt;nothing like another chance&lt;br /&gt;im calling out&lt;br /&gt;new love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-862399961280520876?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/862399961280520876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-new-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/862399961280520876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/862399961280520876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-new-love.html' title='Hello new Love'/><author><name>Dizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03196423807114970975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tq-WVUCblNc/S1yH5OQStmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsFiT4DM3IU/S220/1-3758509-7434-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-6385800814257881291</id><published>2010-06-02T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:16:24.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COME ON, guys!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm the only one who's written something on here in like over a month. It's getting lonely and I wanna read other people's stuff. :( The most recent non-Julie thing was Lex's posting of Ms. Spears's "Oops, I Did It Again." Seriously. Can other people please write too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-6385800814257881291?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6385800814257881291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/come-on-guys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6385800814257881291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6385800814257881291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/come-on-guys.html' title='COME ON, guys!'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-6938405856988408067</id><published>2010-06-01T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:07:36.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think it has hit potential! jk, i didnt write it. i just felt i oughttopost something.</title><content type='html'>[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did it again.I made you believe&lt;br /&gt;We're more than just friends.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby;&lt;br /&gt;It might seem like a crush,&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;That I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause to lose all my senses...&lt;br /&gt;That is just so typically me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby; baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! &lt;br /&gt;... I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;I played with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in the game.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby; baby.&lt;br /&gt;Oops!&lt;br /&gt;... You think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sent from above...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my problem is this:&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming away;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that heroes, they truly exist.&lt;br /&gt;I cry watching the days.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;In so many ways?&lt;br /&gt;But to lose all my senses...&lt;br /&gt;That is just so typically me.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! &lt;br /&gt;... I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;I played with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in the game.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby; baby.&lt;br /&gt;Oops!&lt;br /&gt;... You think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sent from above...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All aboard!"&lt;br /&gt;"Britney, before you go, there's something I want you to have."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's beautiful! But wait a minute, isn't this... ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, yes, it is."&lt;br /&gt;"But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end..."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, baby, I went down and got it for ya."&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, you shouldn't have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! I&lt;br /&gt;Did it again to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Got lost&lt;br /&gt;In this game; oh, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Oops! You &lt;br /&gt;Think that I'm sent from above...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! &lt;br /&gt;... I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;I played with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in the game.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby; baby.&lt;br /&gt;Oops!&lt;br /&gt;... You think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sent from above...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! &lt;br /&gt;... I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;I played with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in the game.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby; baby.&lt;br /&gt;Oops!&lt;br /&gt;... You think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sent from above...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that innocent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-6938405856988408067?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6938405856988408067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-it-has-hit-potential-jk-i-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6938405856988408067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6938405856988408067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-it-has-hit-potential-jk-i-didnt.html' title='i think it has hit potential! jk, i didnt write it. i just felt i oughttopost something.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04462466680410322036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCOuENhEG6w/S4x48ZCe2jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/b_QVF2H4hFo/S220/24491_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-1889705352682029647</id><published>2010-05-30T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:40:51.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 20px; "&gt;PS: Am I th only one producing songs on here? It makes me lonely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 20px; "&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was tired&lt;div&gt;I talked to a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me, "You should get some sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get some sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needed to wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me, "You should get some sleep." But no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everything that's been happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this crazy week of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After every thought that's crossed through my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to find some peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the covers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I constantly struggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to force my self into unconsciousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the blanket of stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is where you'll find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tired&lt;div&gt;I talked to a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me, "You should get some sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get some sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needed to wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me, "You should get some sleep." But no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that all the rumors are spreading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to wait till it's all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I know I can't hold onto my own heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday I'll find a four-leaf clover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four-leaf clover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kneeling in the garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grass-stain my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In feeble attempt to find what I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dozing off under the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is where you'll find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tired&lt;div&gt;I talked to a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me, "You should get some sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get some sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needed to wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me, "You should get some sleep." But no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tired&lt;div&gt;I talked to a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me, "You should get some sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get some sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needed to wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me, "You should get some sleep." But no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm drifting off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While on my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll never go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-1889705352682029647?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1889705352682029647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/1889705352682029647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/1889705352682029647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-1623712844351670121</id><published>2010-05-25T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:36:16.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A silly little song called: You're Doing It Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Your sweatshirt's really big on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, your pants are too low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it against school rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your boxers to show?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're walking all funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing what I call the gangster dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're looking quite silly, doesn't it get chilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're not really wearing your pants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just so odd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday you'll understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you'll pick them up and wear them right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hope that you're happy until then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fashion statement baffles me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, when did it start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you could learn so much about a person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By looking to where you heard a fart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All it takes to learn too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is just a little glance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're looking quite silly, and Batman's says he's chilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you're not really wearing your pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just so odd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday you'll understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you'll pick them up and wear them right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hope that you're happy until then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On some people I see plaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On others I find bears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And once I swear I saw a rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rising from down there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you'd really like it better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you'd give it a second chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you're looking quite silly, doesn't it get chilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're not really wearing your pants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're looking quite silly, doesn't it get chilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're not really wearing your pants?&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/4812377364802634740-1623712844351670121?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1623712844351670121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/silly-little-song-called-youre-doing-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/1623712844351670121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/1623712844351670121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/silly-little-song-called-youre-doing-it.html' title='A silly little song called: You&apos;re Doing It Wrong'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-669618754780682492</id><published>2010-05-22T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:02:46.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She'll Be A Star</title><content type='html'>She's got eyes like an ocean and a&lt;div&gt;Mind of a professor and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleverness of Granger the witch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's got the world in her pocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his heart in the palm of her hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O-oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's got the face of a goddess and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers of a surgeon and she's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing like the next-door bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's got the sky as her limits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she's as tangible as sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did you ever look past the dork?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did you ever really see what's inside her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did you ever, did you ever see--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The star the star that she could be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's got so much homework and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only two hours cause she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practiced clarinet for too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's got a B+ average and an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essay that's a week and a half late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O-oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She took a quiz yesterday and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's gotten it back and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got three out of ten wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's feeling quite tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quited over worked with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much on her plate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did you ever look past the dork?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did you ever really see what's inside her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did you ever, did you ever see--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The star that she could be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, she's not popular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she's got a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, she's got seven friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they're all smarter than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the other kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who don't give a damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, she's not popular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you you ever look past the dork?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever really see what's inside her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever, did you ever see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The star that she could be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oooh, did you ever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever, did you ever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oooh, did you ever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever see her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oooh, did you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at her, tell me why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Look at me look at me tell me why)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've gotta be dumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get a guy, get some friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get invited to swim in the deep end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get to join in the games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get to be treated the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(youu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are not seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(youu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't see her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(youu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That she's beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever see her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever look past the dork?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever really see what's inside her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever, did you ever see--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ooooooooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The star that she could be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-669618754780682492?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/669618754780682492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/shell-be-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/669618754780682492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/669618754780682492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/shell-be-star.html' title='She&apos;ll Be A Star'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-6066332721197942823</id><published>2010-05-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:24:01.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets All be Happy</title><content type='html'>Let's all be happy&lt;br /&gt;by not sappy&lt;br /&gt;like a movie&lt;br /&gt;were everyone wins&lt;br /&gt;no lets be happy&lt;br /&gt;oh lets be happy&lt;br /&gt;because we're&lt;br /&gt;not gonna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho ho ho&lt;br /&gt;we're not gonna die&lt;br /&gt;except if you are ill&lt;br /&gt;or if you try&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;no no no &lt;br /&gt;we aint gonna die&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let try not to&lt;br /&gt;think about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all be happy&lt;br /&gt;the sun is the sky&lt;br /&gt;and it ain't goin&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;even if we try&lt;br /&gt;lets all be happy&lt;br /&gt;there's oxegen to breath&lt;br /&gt;unless teh suns gone&lt;br /&gt;and it kills all the trees&lt;br /&gt;then we all would suffocate&lt;br /&gt;man that would suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho ho ho&lt;br /&gt;we're not gonna die&lt;br /&gt;except if you are ill&lt;br /&gt;or if you try&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;no no no &lt;br /&gt;we aint gonna die&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let try not to&lt;br /&gt;think about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta tata ata ta ta ta ta&lt;br /&gt;ta ta ta &lt;br /&gt;la lala lala la la la la&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;sha sha sha sha sha sha sha&lt;br /&gt;sha sha sha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho ho ho&lt;br /&gt;we're not gonna die&lt;br /&gt;except if you are ill&lt;br /&gt;or if you try&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;no no no &lt;br /&gt;we aint gonna die&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let try not to&lt;br /&gt;think about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets try not to think about that&lt;br /&gt;lets try not to think about that&lt;br /&gt;instead think of puppies&lt;br /&gt;and rainbows&lt;br /&gt;and kitties&lt;br /&gt;but kitties can claw your face&lt;br /&gt;and doggies can bite&lt;br /&gt;you can't have a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;and you can't fly a kite&lt;br /&gt;unless you have pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;and gushing winds&lt;br /&gt;that could potensially kill us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets try not to think about that&lt;br /&gt;instead lets all be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAAAA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-6066332721197942823?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6066332721197942823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-all-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6066332721197942823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6066332721197942823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-all-be-happy.html' title='Lets All be Happy'/><author><name>Dizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03196423807114970975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tq-WVUCblNc/S1yH5OQStmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsFiT4DM3IU/S220/1-3758509-7434-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-198529688110308440</id><published>2010-05-09T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:21:35.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>sorry this isnt a song, but, im just wondering, why are all the songs on here depressing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-198529688110308440?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/198529688110308440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/198529688110308440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/198529688110308440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04462466680410322036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCOuENhEG6w/S4x48ZCe2jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/b_QVF2H4hFo/S220/24491_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-2961695086712316205</id><published>2010-05-08T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:46:30.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert and Mary</title><content type='html'>Robert the rabbit said to his honey,&lt;div&gt;"I'm sorry, love, but there's another bunny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll leave you soon, but don't you worry, cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon enough, there'll be someone new for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary lost her love to someone she didn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone she didn't know, someone she didn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary lost her love and she watched him go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She pretended to know that someone would show-- Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary cried for a week, maybe more, maybe more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause she wanted to be back where she'd been before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert laughed cause he was, cause he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where he wanted to be, with the one he adored-- Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, but there's not going back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's no changing the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary still had her wedding dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her wedding dress, her wedding dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary thought about the times he'd caressed her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outwardly confessed to her, and she'd said yes-- Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'd been out in the park, in the sun, in the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he pulled out the ring and took her hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Will you marry me, marry me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so in love with you, I hope you understand." Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, but there's no going back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's no changing the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert sat alone in a chair in his house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a chair in his house, in a chair in his house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert sat alone waiting for his new spouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put the lights out and remove her blouse-- Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert was fine, till he got, till he got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too far and subconsciously called her Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren asked what he said, what he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they went straight to bed cause she was too wary-- Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, but there's no going back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's no changing the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Robert, when will you learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To stick with one and not make things complex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Mary, when will you turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new leaf and return to happier subjects?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Lauren, he didn't mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To ruin your perfect night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, everyone, can't it be seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That there's no might-- it's only black and white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause there's no going back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's no changing the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, now there's no way to retract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The marks you already left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary lost her love to someone she didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone she didn't know, someone she didn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary lost her love, but she said not to worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause, though not in a hurry, there'd be someone new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary waited for a long time, a long time, a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sat outside every evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day someone knocked on her door after dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And said, "May I please come in?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man sat down and she offered him tea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She offered him tea, she offered him tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man sat down and it was easy to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That though he'd scraped his knee, this man was the key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man visited Mary every night, every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to make sure that she was all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two fell in love, fell in love, fell in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one night he pulled out the ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert the rabbit said to his honey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm sorry, love, but there's another bunny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll leave you soon, but don't you worry, cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon enough, there'll be someone new for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-2961695086712316205?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2961695086712316205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/robert-and-mary.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/2961695086712316205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/2961695086712316205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/robert-and-mary.html' title='Robert and Mary'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-692216615602706581</id><published>2010-04-25T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:33:08.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope You're Doing Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;How’s life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Around the bend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Where I don't dare to roam&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;How's life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Away from me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Away from home and love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Are you glad I'm ridden of?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;I'm freezing in my gloves&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Fingers falling off because&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;You're never coming back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;And I know, I know, I know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;There’s no denying it’s been done&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;I know, I know, I know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;That you’ve outdone yourself now, Hon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;You see, you see, you see&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;I’m hiding in the center stall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Because, because, because…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Life sucks on my side&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;And I wouldn't blame you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;If you never came back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Life's shit on my end&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Come back around the bend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;If you want to see the sad, sad thing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;That I've become since you left&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;How's life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;At the other end&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Of the phone, left on the hook&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;How's life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;On the other side&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Of the open book covering your face&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;That I can't see the expression&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;I can't get an impression&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;I bet you can read my confession&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Of a bleeding heartache&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;And I know, I know, I know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;It'll never be the same&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;I know, I know, I know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;I've got no right to scream your name&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;To get, to get, to get&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;You to turn around and see me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Because, because, because...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Life sucks on my side&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;And I wouldn't blame you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;If you never came back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Life's shit on my end&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;Come back around the bend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;If you want to see the sad, sad thing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;That I've become since you left&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-692216615602706581?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/692216615602706581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hope-youre-doing-well.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/692216615602706581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/692216615602706581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hope-youre-doing-well.html' title='I Hope You&apos;re Doing Well'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-2028952707411942333</id><published>2010-04-25T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:22:58.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fender bender&lt;br /&gt;fastforward&lt;br /&gt;rewind&lt;br /&gt;one day every regret&lt;br /&gt;is assigned&lt;br /&gt;like a motor&lt;br /&gt;always turning&lt;br /&gt;making smoke&lt;br /&gt;blinding your eyes&lt;br /&gt;make amends&lt;br /&gt;with your old girlfriend's&lt;br /&gt;bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashing waves&lt;br /&gt;on the shore&lt;br /&gt;I don't want more&lt;br /&gt;I just want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you talk &lt;br /&gt;the way you move&lt;br /&gt;I don't need more&lt;br /&gt;I just need you&lt;br /&gt;oooooo ooo o o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red suspenders&lt;br /&gt;hotdog venders&lt;br /&gt;online&lt;br /&gt;in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;in my mind&lt;br /&gt;with a new guy&lt;br /&gt;not a lie&lt;br /&gt;covering lost time&lt;br /&gt;paint that fence&lt;br /&gt;I will pay you 6 pence in&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flapping wings&lt;br /&gt;take effect&lt;br /&gt;I don't want more&lt;br /&gt;I just want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time machine&lt;br /&gt;to the past&lt;br /&gt;I don't need more&lt;br /&gt;I just need you&lt;br /&gt;ooo oo ooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the shower&lt;br /&gt;passing hours&lt;br /&gt;wash your face&lt;br /&gt;don't need warpaint!&lt;br /&gt;obedident&lt;br /&gt;this ingredient&lt;br /&gt;saving time&lt;br /&gt;saving space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not over&lt;br /&gt;never over&lt;br /&gt;I don't want more&lt;br /&gt;I just want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is pasing&lt;br /&gt;life is passing&lt;br /&gt;I don't want more&lt;br /&gt;I just want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a living&lt;br /&gt;to be living&lt;br /&gt;I don't want more&lt;br /&gt;I just want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understanding&lt;br /&gt;last man standing&lt;br /&gt;I don't want more&lt;br /&gt;I don't need more&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand more&lt;br /&gt;I just want you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-2028952707411942333?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2028952707411942333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/04/fender-bender-fastforward-rewind-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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record)</title><content type='html'>Is it time to rejoice&lt;div&gt;Or is it time to wallow in our famine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our thirst?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hunger to be accept4ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our thirst for human blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloodshed, open head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red streaming as we're screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let the poppies grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over our dead mens' faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spill our guts to the ones we trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About what we'll be doing today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw your roses in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do your part, it's only fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put some daisies in your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what we're here for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take some chances for the better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you've got to do to get her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't throw stones at the glass houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you heard me say it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I wrong or am I right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About what I've heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About how you are different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How we are not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart attack and a breaking back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you try to hit the sack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let's hope these words mean something:&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They make fun while you're not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't care but I care, you care, we care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you throw your roses in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do your part, it's only fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put some daisies in your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what we're here for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take some chances for the better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you've got to do to get her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't throw stones at the glass houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloodshed, open head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red streaming as we're screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let poppies grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over our dead mens' faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart attack and a breaking back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you try to hit the sack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let's hope these words mean something:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw your roses in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do your part, it's only fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put some daisies in your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what we're here for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take some chances for the better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you've got to do to get her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't throw stones at the glass houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-5905415981922956308?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5905415981922956308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/02/glass-houses-not-like-billy-joel-record.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/5905415981922956308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;That could kill&lt;br /&gt;And she had&lt;br /&gt;A heart or gold&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t care for anything&lt;br /&gt;She did what she was told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when He cries&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeeee cries&lt;br /&gt;And when He laughs&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeee laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;Do do do&lt;br /&gt;Little Dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;Do do do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a life&lt;br /&gt;Of pain and hate&lt;br /&gt;She had a life&lt;br /&gt;It was great&lt;br /&gt;When they met&lt;br /&gt;In was fate&lt;br /&gt;And they went off&lt;br /&gt;On a date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause when he cries&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeee cries&lt;br /&gt;And when he laughs&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeee laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;Do do do&lt;br /&gt;Little dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;Do do do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are grey&lt;br /&gt;Others okay&lt;br /&gt;But together they’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;But wait will we say&lt;br /&gt;If love runs away&lt;br /&gt;It might or it may&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause when he cries&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeee cries&lt;br /&gt;And when he laughs&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeee laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;Do do do&lt;br /&gt;Little dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;Do do do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-8252620845506372037?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8252620845506372037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-dinosaur.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/8252620845506372037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/8252620845506372037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-dinosaur.html' title='Little Dinosaur'/><author><name>Dizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03196423807114970975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tq-WVUCblNc/S1yH5OQStmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsFiT4DM3IU/S220/1-3758509-7434-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-6359425749428223711</id><published>2009-12-04T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:49:07.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Make it Right</title><content type='html'>starts with a little scene because I imagine it in a musical.&lt;br /&gt;Person A: *argue!*&lt;br /&gt;Person B: *Argue back!*&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Hey! Lets just calm down&lt;br /&gt;(starts song, sung with vigor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take a deep breath...&lt;br /&gt;(take breath)&lt;br /&gt;and you count to ten&lt;br /&gt;you can melt a way the mal-&lt;br /&gt;Intent,&lt;br /&gt;and scorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look me in tha eye&lt;br /&gt;and you listen to me&lt;br /&gt;then... just then&lt;br /&gt;I'll Make it riiiiight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your with someone&lt;br /&gt;uneventful and they are being&lt;br /&gt;unattentful, you just think of me&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;I will make it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your mad and need someplaz&lt;br /&gt;to direct it, and you heart is feeling so&lt;br /&gt;affected. you just let me know....&lt;br /&gt;I'll get rid of the spite!&lt;br /&gt;I will make it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people are unatractive&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people are too vain&lt;br /&gt;Sometime people need a smack and&lt;br /&gt;a stern talking to. but I know what to do!&lt;br /&gt;If you come to me!&lt;br /&gt;Then you see how I see!&lt;br /&gt;Then you shall be!&lt;br /&gt;ever so fabulously, perfectly, lacking of animosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMOSITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the troubles of the work fource&lt;br /&gt;make you spit and swear and curse&lt;br /&gt;take some tea, listen to me&lt;br /&gt;I can make it right&lt;br /&gt;I will make it right!&lt;br /&gt;I will stop your fight&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;I will end your spite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I. WILL. MAKE. IT. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-6359425749428223711?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6359425749428223711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-make-it-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6359425749428223711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6359425749428223711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-make-it-right.html' title='I&apos;ll Make it Right'/><author><name>Dizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03196423807114970975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tq-WVUCblNc/S1yH5OQStmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsFiT4DM3IU/S220/1-3758509-7434-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-6735321728314986566</id><published>2009-12-04T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:05:27.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbling After</title><content type='html'>Who'da thought such innocent acts&lt;div&gt;Could end up so fatal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who'da thought that all you had to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was unplug the cabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end all the laughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End all the smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Detatch the hands of lovers for miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're all on top of the hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack fell down and broke his crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Jill we follow after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till nobody is still unharmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill came tumbling after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will be the next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who'da thought the words you choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could really have an impact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who'da that they'd pile to unbearable heights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in fact,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts more than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would ever know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until you've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The star of the show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're all on top of the hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack fell down and broke his crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Jill we follow after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till nobody is still unharmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill came tumbling after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will be the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to say no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you feel like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't have vocal chords&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you finally scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause we're all on top of the hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack fell down and broke his crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Jill we follow after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till nobody is still unharmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill came tumbling after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will be the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're all on top of the hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack fell down and broke his crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Jill we follow after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till nobody is still unharmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill came tumbling after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will be the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill came tumbling after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-6735321728314986566?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6735321728314986566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/12/tumbling-after.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6735321728314986566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6735321728314986566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/12/tumbling-after.html' title='Tumbling After'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-2375453771121514501</id><published>2009-11-15T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:19:57.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atom Bomb</title><content type='html'>Did the atom bomb hurt you&lt;br /&gt;when it went off in your heart&lt;br /&gt;were you broken.&lt;br /&gt;all the pieces on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;the heavy water&lt;br /&gt;muffles all the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom bomb&lt;br /&gt;you won't stop&lt;br /&gt;'cause you can't&lt;br /&gt;Killer bees&lt;br /&gt;are coming after me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the reasons for you crying&lt;br /&gt;all the reasons for the dying&lt;br /&gt;can be linked&lt;br /&gt;to the Atom Bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists, can't tell me why i feel&lt;br /&gt;misreble when you can't be here&lt;br /&gt;never felt quite so strange&lt;br /&gt;now I know.&lt;br /&gt;that were all in range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom Bomb&lt;br /&gt;you won't stop it&lt;br /&gt;cause you can't&lt;br /&gt;shaking knees&lt;br /&gt;ninjas hiding in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never know what happens next&lt;br /&gt;Never guessed about attacks&lt;br /&gt;never thought it could be&lt;br /&gt;so easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom Bomb&lt;br /&gt;you won't stop it&lt;br /&gt;cause you can't&lt;br /&gt;What is the key?&lt;br /&gt;sing your high C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt? when I say stuff so dumb&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry? when I never said a word&lt;br /&gt;Do you know? Or maybe you never heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom bomb&lt;br /&gt;you won't stop it&lt;br /&gt;cause you can't&lt;br /&gt;A single kiss&lt;br /&gt;and sorroly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-2375453771121514501?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2375453771121514501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/11/atom-bomb.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/2375453771121514501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/2375453771121514501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/11/atom-bomb.html' title='Atom Bomb'/><author><name>Dizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03196423807114970975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tq-WVUCblNc/S1yH5OQStmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsFiT4DM3IU/S220/1-3758509-7434-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-6446002240519149432</id><published>2009-10-31T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:39:02.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I cry</title><content type='html'>And as you walk away&lt;br /&gt;i try to hold myself down,&lt;br /&gt;you look like ... well I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I give myself a push.&lt;br /&gt;say girl just take a chance&lt;br /&gt;I hug you from behind and all you say is:&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I cry for you?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the tears dry for you?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes Swell but don't deliver&lt;br /&gt;I just shake and shiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I cry for you?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't i die when you!&lt;br /&gt;Walk way, say no way&lt;br /&gt;on a night that should make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get real depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I thought i felt it so strong&lt;br /&gt;but my eye tell me im wronG!&lt;br /&gt;Now Im just confused, over tired&lt;br /&gt;unamused&lt;br /&gt;my mouth is dry&lt;br /&gt;my head spins&lt;br /&gt;why can't I cry!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell everyone,&lt;br /&gt;That they don't know what love is&lt;br /&gt;I tell them its all just a game!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was different!&lt;br /&gt;But im just the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't cry for you!&lt;br /&gt;Why do the tears dry for you!&lt;br /&gt;When you just walk away!&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me with so much to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I cry for you!&lt;br /&gt;I want to die for you!&lt;br /&gt;but my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Wont...&lt;br /&gt;cry.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really short and its more of a show tune song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-6446002240519149432?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6446002240519149432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-cant-i-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6446002240519149432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6446002240519149432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-cant-i-cry.html' title='Why can&apos;t I cry'/><author><name>Dizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03196423807114970975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tq-WVUCblNc/S1yH5OQStmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsFiT4DM3IU/S220/1-3758509-7434-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-3797721424713425600</id><published>2009-10-31T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:53:06.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar</title><content type='html'>Author's Note: As some of you might know, I submitted a poem to Literary Circle called, "Sugar is Sweet," well, this is kinda the same thing, but I turned it into a song. It's a little different than the poem version. Just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spring&lt;br /&gt;Leaves thrive in green&lt;br /&gt;The color of eyes&lt;br /&gt;And so cute to see&lt;br /&gt;Visibly alive&lt;br /&gt;Invulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Invulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Stretching far into the future&lt;br /&gt;More so than anyone can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are not only red&lt;br /&gt;They are blue like sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Pink like shy&lt;br /&gt;And yellow like sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And black like beauty&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes viewed as death&lt;br /&gt;Roses are not only red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fall they&lt;br /&gt;Shrivel up and die&lt;br /&gt;Brown and yellow and red&lt;br /&gt;Freshly bled&lt;br /&gt;They lie on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down into dirt&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down into dirt&lt;br /&gt;Until they are eventually forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Under the snow of the cloaking winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violets are not only blue&lt;br /&gt;They are purple like royalty&lt;br /&gt;Pink like charm&lt;br /&gt;White like cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;And yellow like serenity&lt;br /&gt;Sugar is always the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;When gifted or stolen&lt;br /&gt;From a friend&lt;br /&gt;From a heart&lt;br /&gt;From a store&lt;br /&gt;And so were you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green leaves, roses, violets, sugars&lt;br /&gt;Bloom in the spring&lt;br /&gt;Decadent to the tongue&lt;br /&gt;Fresh to the lips&lt;br /&gt;Green leaves, roses, violets, sugars&lt;br /&gt;Bloom in the spring&lt;br /&gt;Green leaves, roses, violets, sugars&lt;br /&gt;Die off in the fall&lt;br /&gt;Stretching from my grasp&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the mouth&lt;br /&gt;They are lost&lt;br /&gt;Is that what's happening here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are not only red&lt;br /&gt;They are blue like sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Pink like shy&lt;br /&gt;And yellow like sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And black like beauty&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes viewed as death&lt;br /&gt;Roses are not only red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are not only blue&lt;br /&gt;They are purple like royalty&lt;br /&gt;Pink like charm&lt;br /&gt;White like cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;And yellow like serenity&lt;br /&gt;Sugar is always the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;When gifted or stolen&lt;br /&gt;From a friend&lt;br /&gt;From a heart&lt;br /&gt;From a store&lt;br /&gt;And so were you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-3797721424713425600?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3797721424713425600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/sugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/3797721424713425600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/3797721424713425600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/sugar.html' title='Sugar'/><author><name>Jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23LloPPnXbc/TnZiLF3QhbI/AAAAAAAAASY/wr84l2DUkB8/s220/Punch%2BThat%2BPlatypus.tif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-7665079286375033422</id><published>2009-10-26T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:34:24.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficiality (Kinda Bad)</title><content type='html'>It's all on the surface&lt;div&gt;Painted on their airbrushed faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without any purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulled together with invisible laces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The iconic sense of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It just passes right through me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spotlights are lit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only skin-deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;artificial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;insignificant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;superficiality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glass walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They see right through me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showcased in invisible stalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their stares make me want to flee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blank faced statues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothingness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vibrant hues &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I've come to miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;offhand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cosmetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;superficiality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all on the surface&lt;div&gt;Painted on their airbrushed faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without any purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulled together with invisible laces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was to be known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that I have flaunted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the thing I least want to own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glass walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They see right through me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showcased in invisible stalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their stares make me want to flee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only skin-deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;artificial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;insignificant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;offhand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cosmetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;superficiality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only skin-deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;artificial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;insignificant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;offhand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cosmetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;superficiality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only skin-deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;artificial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;insignificant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;offhand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cosmetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;superficiality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-7665079286375033422?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7665079286375033422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/superficiality-kinda-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/7665079286375033422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/7665079286375033422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/superficiality-kinda-bad.html' title='Superficiality (Kinda Bad)'/><author><name>Hazel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSiHtBDQEL0/Sr0_cLMRkII/AAAAAAAAABI/Tdotgm3ILHI/S220/photo10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-6056613493844454373</id><published>2009-10-20T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:38:21.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Guys</title><content type='html'>So, Yeah the only person on here besides me is Julies becuase I lost all of my emails so I dont know any of you guy's. Put ur email and name to that I can invite you to my super special awesome song blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-6056613493844454373?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6056613493844454373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-guys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6056613493844454373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/6056613493844454373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-guys.html' title='Sorry Guys'/><author><name>Dizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03196423807114970975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tq-WVUCblNc/S1yH5OQStmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsFiT4DM3IU/S220/1-3758509-7434-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-7228364343978022541</id><published>2009-10-13T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:50:01.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let it Be" parody: "That it Be"</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's really short. I made it up with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS (all i made up):&lt;br /&gt;That it be&lt;br /&gt;That it be&lt;br /&gt;That it be&lt;br /&gt;That it be&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the steak is sizzlin'&lt;br /&gt;That it be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812377364802634740-7228364343978022541?l=oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7228364343978022541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oursongsaboutjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-be-parody-that-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812377364802634740/posts/default/7228364343978022541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I don't want to believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;(specters chasing you)&lt;br /&gt;(love is nothing new)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;(loving solitude)&lt;br /&gt;(loving solitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you friend on the head&lt;br /&gt;remember the day when you guys first met&lt;br /&gt;your still crying'&lt;br /&gt;he is crying now (now) (now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;(specters chasing you)&lt;br /&gt;(love is nothing new)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;(loving solitude)&lt;br /&gt;(loving solitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smash a mirror, break the glass&lt;br /&gt;kick your boss in the (OH MY)&lt;br /&gt;you will never know my name (name) (name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;(specters chasing you)&lt;br /&gt;(love is nothing new)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;loving solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were singing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;standing there for passing hours&lt;br /&gt;on the couch is where ou lie&lt;br /&gt;thinking how you will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camras flash, blind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;(I dont believe in ghosts)&lt;br /&gt;kiss your friend, on the head&lt;br /&gt;(i dont believe in ghosts)&lt;br /&gt;Smash a mirror, break the glass&lt;br /&gt;(i dont believe in ghosts)&lt;br /&gt;Singing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(i dont belive in ghosts)&lt;br /&gt;Standing there, passing hour&lt;br /&gt;(i dont believe in ghosts)&lt;br /&gt;on the couch where lie&lt;br /&gt;(i dont believe in ghosts)&lt;br /&gt;this is how you will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;(specters chasing you)&lt;br /&gt;(loving is nothing new)&lt;br /&gt;(loving solitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[harmonized] Loving solitude [melody breaks out while the harmony is still holding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Dizzy)'/><author><name>Dizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03196423807114970975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tq-WVUCblNc/S1yH5OQStmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsFiT4DM3IU/S220/1-3758509-7434-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812377364802634740.post-7632659720710699458</id><published>2009-09-28T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:57:44.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>put your songs here if you wish to share them.&lt;br /&gt;Contests regularly.&lt;br /&gt;Poems are accepted.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but songs&lt;br /&gt;but the songs can be about anythiing.&lt;br /&gt;You can even put song advice here so that you can spread the joy of music.&lt;br /&gt;Anything about music is really accepted.&lt;br /&gt;You can even talk about Show Chorus if you'd like.&lt;div 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