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  <title>Maybe Tomorrow</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 05:21:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>And for my second post in a year...</title>
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  <description>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&apos;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&apos;t worry, I didn&apos;t use those). Anyway, here they are, for anyone who cares to play once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&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&apos;t bad compared to where we&apos;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&apos;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;&quot;Africa&quot; by Toto, guessed by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee&apos; lj:user=&apos;mymzee&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/&apos;&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&apos;ll move up into the mountains so far we can&apos;t be found / And throw &quot;I love you&quot; echoes down the canyon &lt;b&gt;&quot;Please Come to Boston,&quot; by Dave Loggins (this version by Willie Nelson), guessed by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_franwi&apos; lj:user=&apos;franwi&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://franwi.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://franwi.livejournal.com/&apos;&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&apos;t there, he said I was his friend / Which came as some surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Other peoples&apos; thoughts they ain&apos;t your hand-me-downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Father will do the best that he can/ But he can&apos;t do and he can&apos;t understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I&apos;d see his frown behind the lighter&apos;s flame / Now that same frown&apos;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&apos;t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind -- &lt;b&gt;&quot;Carolina in My Mind&quot; by James Taylor, guessed by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee&apos; lj:user=&apos;mymzee&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/&apos;&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&apos;s getting harder make no mistake / Luck ain&apos;t even lucky -- &lt;b&gt;&quot;It&apos;s My Life,&quot; by Bon Jovi, guessed by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee&apos; lj:user=&apos;mymzee&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/&apos;&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&apos;m a-wonderin&apos; if she remembers me at all / Many times I&apos;ve often prayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Won&apos;t you help to sing these songs of freedom -- &lt;b&gt;&quot;Redemption Song,&quot; by Bob Marley (this version by Sinead O&apos;Connor), guessed by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_ultraviolet730&apos; lj:user=&apos;ultraviolet730&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ultraviolet730.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ultraviolet730.livejournal.com/&apos;&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&apos;ll hitch-hike, bus, or yellow cab it / (Cab it?) -- &lt;b&gt;&quot;Movin&apos; Right Along,&quot; by the Muppets (Kermit &amp; Fozzie, specifically), guessed by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee&apos; lj:user=&apos;mymzee&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/&apos;&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&apos; if you were mine / Wouldn&apos;t do nothin&apos; 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;&quot;Brand New Funk,&quot; by DJ Jazzy Jeff &amp; the Fresh Prince, guessed by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee&apos; lj:user=&apos;mymzee&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/&apos;&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&apos;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. &apos;Cause I sat beside you then / and I felt the warmth as it left your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You&apos;re always up to no good / you catch on like a bonfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I don&apos;t care about the cold, baby / &apos;Cause when you&apos;re hot, you&apos;re too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I can&apos;t believe you had a life before me / I can&apos;t believe they let you run around free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Each and every single day I know / I&apos;m going to have to eventually give you away -- &lt;b&gt;&quot;I&apos;m Like A Bird,&quot; by Nelly Furtado, guessed by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee&apos; lj:user=&apos;mymzee&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/&apos;&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&apos;s the perfect ending / to the bad day I was just beginning -- &lt;b&gt;&quot;My Favorite Mistake,&quot; by Sheryl Crow, guessed by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_mymzee&apos; lj:user=&apos;mymzee&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mymzee.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;mymzee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jun 2006 01:42:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well, I&apos;m all worn out just getting this thing set up...</title>
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  <description>I have been warned by someone I&apos;ve trusted for more years than I care to admit to that blogging will ruin your life and wreck your writing. So it&apos;s probably a good thing I&apos;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&apos;ll just see how it goes, I guess.</description>
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  <lj:music>Nina Simone, &quot;Be My Husband&quot;</lj:music>
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