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  <title>Maybe Tomorrow</title>
  <subtitle>If not today...</subtitle>
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    <name>Arminda</name>
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  <updated>2007-03-26T11:05:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frailingminda:583</id>
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    <title>And for my second post in a year...</title>
    <published>2007-03-25T05:21:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T11:05:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I suppose I could talk about the whole joys &amp; horrors of moving, first home ownership, first mortgage payment (OW!!), etc. But forget all that, let's go for a Music Meme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Put iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;-Pick your favorite line(s) to the first 30 songs, no matter how embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;-Have your friends guess what songs the lines are from.&lt;br /&gt;-Bold the ones people have already gotten&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my musical taste runs from embarrassing to obscure, and twelve of the first 30 songs were instrumentals (don't worry, I didn't use those). Anyway, here they are, for anyone who cares to play once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Baby my love will last / (how long?) /Long as life’s in my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A walk through hell ain't bad compared to where we've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Now I need a pound of fatback drums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And she laughed and she cried and she tried to taunt him / And he hated to be separated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you were a child you were treated kind / But you were never brought up right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hear the drums echoing tonight / But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation -- &lt;b&gt;"Africa" by Toto, guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee' lj:user='mymzee' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mymzee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We'll move up into the mountains so far we can't be found / And throw "I love you" echoes down the canyon &lt;b&gt;"Please Come to Boston," by Dave Loggins (this version by Willie Nelson), guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_franwi' lj:user='franwi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://franwi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://franwi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;franwi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend / Which came as some surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Other peoples' thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Father will do the best that he can/ But he can't do and he can't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'd see his frown behind the lighter's flame / Now that same frown's in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You always scold me whenever somebody is near, dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind -- &lt;b&gt;"Carolina in My Mind" by James Taylor, guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee' lj:user='mymzee' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mymzee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake / Luck ain't even lucky -- &lt;b&gt;"It's My Life," by Bon Jovi, guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee' lj:user='mymzee' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mymzee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all / Many times I've often prayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom -- &lt;b&gt;"Redemption Song," by Bob Marley (this version by Sinead O'Connor), guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_ultraviolet730' lj:user='ultraviolet730' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ultraviolet730.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ultraviolet730.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ultraviolet730&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. We'll hitch-hike, bus, or yellow cab it / (Cab it?) -- &lt;b&gt;"Movin' Right Along," by the Muppets (Kermit &amp; Fozzie, specifically), guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee' lj:user='mymzee' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mymzee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If I but ask He kindly will help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Say little darling' if you were mine / Wouldn't do nothin' but starch and iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The most original, amazing, astounding, miraculous remarkable, startling, sensational, stupendous music that has ever been created is ours - but believe me it was complicated -- &lt;b&gt;"Brand New Funk," by DJ Jazzy Jeff &amp; the Fresh Prince, guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee' lj:user='mymzee' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mymzee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Look around, my little friend / Jubilation in the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A hundred dead guitarists lying in the cemet'ry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You make me forget myself / I thought I was someone else / Someone good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 'Cause I sat beside you then / and I felt the warmth as it left your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You're always up to no good / you catch on like a bonfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I don't care about the cold, baby / 'Cause when you're hot, you're too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I can't believe you had a life before me / I can't believe they let you run around free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Each and every single day I know / I'm going to have to eventually give you away -- &lt;b&gt;"I'm Like A Bird," by Nelly Furtado, guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee' lj:user='mymzee' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mymzee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. It's the perfect ending / to the bad day I was just beginning -- &lt;b&gt;"My Favorite Mistake," by Sheryl Crow, guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee' lj:user='mymzee' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mymzee.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mymzee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:frailingminda:489</id>
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    <title>Well, I'm all worn out just getting this thing set up...</title>
    <published>2006-06-25T01:42:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-25T02:01:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nina Simone, "Be My Husband"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have been warned by someone I've trusted for more years than I care to admit to that blogging will ruin your life and wreck your writing. So it's probably a good thing I'm too lazy to do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what this will be--I started it mainly to hang out more comfortably with some old PCO friends. We'll just see how it goes, I guess.</content>
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