<?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-2019537866804102722</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:30:57.677-07:00</updated><category term='monsters of folk'/><category term='say please'/><category term='wish you were here'/><category term='pink floyd'/><title type='text'>My Soundtrack Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hi World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970460256100085106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019537866804102722.post-5897191264290086826</id><published>2010-08-28T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T07:57:00.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish you were here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink floyd'/><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've been listening to this song (and album) since I was a baby, but oddly I never listened carefully to the lyrics. I just sort of hummed them, singing along with the words I knew. The other day, as it was playing on the radio, I felt a great sense of discovery to learn the line..."Did you exchange a walk on part in a war for a lead role in a cage?" Why I think this line is so brilliant, I can't tell you. But it absolutely is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In September, Waters will begin the Wall Tour 2010. And on my birthday, he'll be playing at a venue less than one mile from my house. So, if anyone wants to get me a really fantastic gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Either the music comes first and the lyrics are added, or music and  lyrics come together. Only once have the lyrics been written down first -  'Wish You Were Here'. But this is unusual; it hasn't happened before."&lt;/i&gt; - Roger Waters, October 1975 interview in Wish You Were Here songbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;FULL LYRICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;blue skies from pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have you found? The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019537866804102722-5897191264290086826?l=mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/feeds/5897191264290086826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2019537866804102722&amp;postID=5897191264290086826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/5897191264290086826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/5897191264290086826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/2010/08/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Hi World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970460256100085106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019537866804102722.post-3650978192009139396</id><published>2009-10-23T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:51:05.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say please'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsters of folk'/><title type='text'>Say Please</title><content type='html'>More like thank you! To put Jim James (My Morning Jacket), Conor Oberst (Bright Eyes) and M. Ward together in the same band is almost more than I can handle! I haven't had a chance to listen their new album, but here's "Say Please".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfcI2HliOIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfcI2HliOIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019537866804102722-3650978192009139396?l=mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/feeds/3650978192009139396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2019537866804102722&amp;postID=3650978192009139396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/3650978192009139396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/3650978192009139396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-please.html' title='Say Please'/><author><name>Hi World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970460256100085106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019537866804102722.post-5748733547096639602</id><published>2009-09-03T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:42:03.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Happens that I was in the right place at the right time to end up with a ticket to a Depeche Mode concert tomorrow at the Ford Amphitheater in Tampa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I was checking up on them to see what was new, and realized I had not heard the song WRONG. I watched the video on youtube. I would normally post a link, but I'm gonna have to let you take it upon yourself to seek it out. If you can stomach mob movies, I guess you can handle this video. In summary (duct tape, speeding vehicle, creepy mask, helpless passenger) it made me uneasy, which is probably its intent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wrong lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born with the wrong sign&lt;br /&gt;In the wrong house&lt;br /&gt;With the wrong ascendancy&lt;br /&gt;I took the wrong road&lt;br /&gt;That led to the wrong tendencies&lt;br /&gt;I was in the wrong place at the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme&lt;br /&gt;On the wrong day of the wrong week&lt;br /&gt;I used the wrong method with the wrong technique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with me chemically&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong with me inherently&lt;br /&gt;The wrong mix of the wrong genes&lt;br /&gt;I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means&lt;br /&gt;It was the wrong plan&lt;br /&gt;In the wrong hands&lt;br /&gt;The wrong theory for the wrong man&lt;br /&gt;The wrong eyes on the wrong prize&lt;br /&gt;The wrong questions with the wrong replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was marching to the wrong drum&lt;br /&gt;With the wrong scum&lt;br /&gt;Pissing out the wrong energy&lt;br /&gt;Using all the wrong lines&lt;br /&gt;And the wrong signs&lt;br /&gt;With the wrong intensity&lt;br /&gt;I was on the wrong page of the wrong book&lt;br /&gt;With the wrong rendition of the wrong look&lt;br /&gt;With the wrong moon, every wrong night&lt;br /&gt;With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;(Too long)&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;(Too long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born with the wrong sign&lt;br /&gt;In the wrong house&lt;br /&gt;With the wrong ascendancy&lt;br /&gt;I took the wrong road&lt;br /&gt;That led to the wrong tendencies&lt;br /&gt;I was in the wrong place at the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme&lt;br /&gt;On the wrong day of the wrong week&lt;br /&gt;I used the wrong method with the wrong technique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019537866804102722-5748733547096639602?l=mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/feeds/5748733547096639602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2019537866804102722&amp;postID=5748733547096639602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/5748733547096639602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/5748733547096639602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrong.html' title='Wrong'/><author><name>Hi World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970460256100085106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019537866804102722.post-7267182319392024524</id><published>2009-07-29T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:40:51.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' in a New World</title><content type='html'>Warning this song contains language and ideas that may offend you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend to know what it's like to be worried about the police profiling me. Tho, I did get stopped and searched at the Canadian border once. Anyhoo, I have been really perplexed about the state of racial relations in this country. Part of me doesn't believe it's as bad as others make it out to be, but another part of me sees it. The separation of cultures is not a bad thing. I think what kills us is the separation of people. I think one of the best ways to understand other people is through art. Rapper Black Thought (Tariq Trotter) tells a graphic story of being under constant surveillance, and when I listen to The Roots, I feel like I understand him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cZJYMCegSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cZJYMCegSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019537866804102722-7267182319392024524?l=mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/feeds/7267182319392024524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2019537866804102722&amp;postID=7267182319392024524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/7267182319392024524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/7267182319392024524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/2009/07/livin-in-new-world.html' title='Livin&apos; in a New World'/><author><name>Hi World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970460256100085106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019537866804102722.post-7149693303603601379</id><published>2009-07-07T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:49:37.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember what was yours is everyone's from now on</title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson's memorial was held today, but instead of reflecting upon Jackson's life and work, Wilco's "What Light" lyrics are on my mind. If it's true that our creativity, once expressed, becomes public property, then Mr. Jackson has made a tremendous contribution to all who have heard his music. Go ahead. Express yourself and let that inner freak shine. We'll love you for it when you die.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like singing a song &lt;br /&gt;And you want other people to sing along &lt;br /&gt;Just sing what you feel &lt;br /&gt;Don't let anyone say it's wrong  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're trying to paint a picture &lt;br /&gt;But you're not sure which colors belong &lt;br /&gt;Just paint what you see &lt;br /&gt;Don't let anyone say it's wrong  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're strung out like a kite &lt;br /&gt;Or stung awake in the night &lt;br /&gt;It's alright to be frightened  &lt;br /&gt;When there's a light (what light) &lt;br /&gt;There's a light (one light) &lt;br /&gt;There's a light (white light) &lt;br /&gt;Inside of you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the whole world's singing your songs &lt;br /&gt;And all of your paintings have been hung&lt;br /&gt; Just remember what was yours is everyone's from now on  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;But you can struggle with it all you like &lt;br /&gt;You'll only get uptight  &lt;br /&gt;Because there's a light (what light) &lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;Inside of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsPcljdGhec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsPcljdGhec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019537866804102722-7149693303603601379?l=mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/feeds/7149693303603601379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2019537866804102722&amp;postID=7149693303603601379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/7149693303603601379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/7149693303603601379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-what-was-yours-is-everyones.html' title='remember what was yours is everyone&apos;s from now on'/><author><name>Hi World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970460256100085106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019537866804102722.post-375097692750462176</id><published>2009-05-27T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:55:55.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my bearings ten minutes ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I procrastinate when it comes to chores, especially painting. Trim is tedious, and baseboards are the worst. Yesterday, I managed to get myself painting the living room baseboards. To make my task more enjoyable I had a beer and turned on the radio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I was crawling around on my hands and knees, a song came on that caught my attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It started out with a catchy drumbeat that had a tense energy and seemed to skip. Beck’s voice then eased in over the marching rhythm and blipy video game sounds. There seemed to be underlying playfulness to the melancholy chords. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The song was Modern Guilt, and listening to it took my mind off painting just enough to feel like I was doing what I was meant to be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The rhythm marched forward in a reserved way. The lyrics dissolved into da-da-dadadas and I was pleasantly lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just watched the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FD0F9p5IjSc"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;, and it's PERFECT. Exactly right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Modern Guilt lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel uptight when I walk in the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel so cold when I'm at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feels like everything's starting to hit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I lost my bearings ten minutes ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Modern guilt, I'm stranded with nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Modern guilt, I'm under lock and key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Misapprehension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is turning into convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't know what I've done but I feel ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Standing outside the glass on the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These people talk about impossible things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I'm falling out of the conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I'm a pawn piece in a human shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Modern guilt is all in our hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Modern guilt won't get me to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Say what you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Smoke your last cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't know what I've done but I feel afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2019537866804102722-375097692750462176?l=mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/feeds/375097692750462176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2019537866804102722&amp;postID=375097692750462176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/375097692750462176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/375097692750462176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-lost-my-bearings-ten-minutes-ago.html' title='I lost my bearings ten minutes ago'/><author><name>Hi World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970460256100085106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019537866804102722.post-7866646503932313789</id><published>2009-01-28T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:59:05.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry - play reggae</title><content type='html'>Still basking in the positive vibrations of last week's inauguration, I came by the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/PlayingForChange"&gt;PlayingForChange&lt;/a&gt; video on YouTube. I'm a sucker for a French guy singing in English. Anyway, it seems like a fun endeavor. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The six days I spent in Washington, D.C. gave me greater insight into the daily grind of our nation's leaders. And visiting our capital made history seem more real to me. If you haven't been, you should put it on your life's to-do list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While there, I visited the following places, most were free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lincoln Memorial, Vietnam Memorial, Washington Monument, Capitol Visitor Center, National Gallery of Art (East and West), Corcoran Gallery of Art, Natural History Museum, Renwick Gallery Museum, Smithsonian Institution: Sackler and Freer Galleries, National Portrait Gallery and American Art Museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already posted these on facebook and sent them to everyone I know, but if you haven't seen my &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/yeahokletsgo/DCTrip?feat=email#"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;, feel free to have a look.&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/2019537866804102722-7866646503932313789?l=mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/feeds/7866646503932313789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2019537866804102722&amp;postID=7866646503932313789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/7866646503932313789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/7866646503932313789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-worry-play-reggae.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry - play reggae'/><author><name>Hi World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970460256100085106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019537866804102722.post-1324833480705707597</id><published>2009-01-17T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:49:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful world, beautiful people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/lyrics/cliff_jimmy/wonderful_world_beautiful_people/3280399/lyrics.jhtml"&gt;Jimmy Cliff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, January 16, Helen and I took the metro to the Capitol. She arranged a private tour of the Capitol Building and the new visitor center. The tour included a visit to Senator Levin's hideaway office, which was formerly John Glenn's office (yes, that John Glenn). From the office window we saw workers setting up the stage where Barack will give his speech on Tuesday. I"ll post photos when I get back to FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The senate was in session, so we slipped in to see Sen. Maria Cantwell from the great state of WA delivering a pitch for funding of smart cars, smart energy grids and manufacturing incentives for green businesses. We caught her in the act of genuinely representing the interests of WA residents. Unbelieveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating lunch in the Senate cafeteria, we headed over to the Library of Congress, and then checked out the US Botanic Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to be in DC with the millions of other supporters. I can't wait to attend the &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/weareone/"&gt;We Are One&lt;/a&gt; concert tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019537866804102722-1324833480705707597?l=mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/feeds/1324833480705707597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2019537866804102722&amp;postID=1324833480705707597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/1324833480705707597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019537866804102722/posts/default/1324833480705707597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoundtracklife.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderful-world-beautiful-people.html' title='wonderful world, beautiful people'/><author><name>Hi World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970460256100085106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
