<?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-820525405607670033</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:41:56.367-08:00</updated><category term='Elliot Smith'/><category term='hot chip'/><category term='pinback'/><category term='phoenix'/><title type='text'>Dangerverse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-820525405607670033.post-7975138187496784125</id><published>2010-02-28T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:14:01.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS BLOG HAS MOVED!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>THIS BLOG IS MOVING TO A NEW AND BETTER LOCATION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" href="http://thedangerverse.com/"&gt;http://thedangerverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedangerverse.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;http://thedangerverse.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedangerverse.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://thedangerverse.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved the blog to wordpress format so that I could actually host the mp3s that I am posting, thus making possible for me to publish any songs I want, unlike here. Also google has been cracking down on music blogs as I have come to find out. The new site is better anyways, so come and enjoy. Thanks to everyone who reads this as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/820525405607670033-7975138187496784125?l=dangerverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7975138187496784125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-blog-has-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/7975138187496784125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/7975138187496784125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='THIS BLOG HAS MOVED!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-820525405607670033.post-7067809414714269343</id><published>2010-02-24T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:13:39.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Of The Pier – Blueberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/34618905/Late+of+the+Pier+29_Late_of_the_Pier_group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 600px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/34618905/Late+of+the+Pier+29_Late_of_the_Pier_group.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little odd to say that every once in a while a Indie band can get a little spiritual on your ass. Well Late of the Pier have done just that. Lately I have been going through what you could call a spiritual revolution of sorts myself, so I really relate to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theburningear.com/media/2009/12/Late-Of-The-Pier-Blueberry.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Late Of The Pier – Blueberry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning comes&lt;br /&gt;And I look out my window to the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And through the rain&lt;br /&gt;I feel the love that shines on eveyone around&lt;br /&gt;Through the glow&lt;br /&gt;Of all the ones I´ve known and sometimes grown to stay&lt;br /&gt;There is one light&lt;br /&gt;That will shine the world away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explosions of warm air flow&lt;br /&gt;Excite and invite my soul&lt;br /&gt;To know that your love is where you live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cloud&lt;br /&gt;In the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;All around&lt;br /&gt;You live&lt;br /&gt;On a cloud&lt;br /&gt;In the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;All around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the falling leaves&lt;br /&gt;All around the trees where the icy waters flow&lt;br /&gt;Down the lanes we drive&lt;br /&gt;When it´s late at night and there´s nowhere else to go&lt;br /&gt;Till the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;And the pale white sun draws near its final day&lt;br /&gt;There is one light&lt;br /&gt;That will shine the world away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explosions of warm air flow&lt;br /&gt;Excite and invite my soul&lt;br /&gt;To know that your love is where you live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cloud&lt;br /&gt;In the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;All around&lt;br /&gt;You live&lt;br /&gt;On a cloud&lt;br /&gt;In the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;All around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/820525405607670033-7067809414714269343?l=dangerverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7067809414714269343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/late-of-pier-blueberry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/7067809414714269343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/7067809414714269343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/late-of-pier-blueberry.html' title='Late Of The Pier – Blueberry'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-820525405607670033.post-3638741592284009749</id><published>2010-02-23T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:19:42.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley &amp; The Wailers  -  Redemption Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/AMGPhotos/pic200/drp100/p150/p15020kxxo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 294px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/AMGPhotos/pic200/drp100/p150/p15020kxxo9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I always strive for, even if I fail sometimes, is to push myself to become a better person. I do believe that no one but ourselves can really hold us back when it comes to this part of life. No matter what has happened in our lives, no matter who has treated us poorly, no matter how far we have let our selves fall, I believe we can all find redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicforants.com/assets/lostmix/Redemption%20Song.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bob Marley &amp;amp; The Wailers  -  Redemption Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old pirates, yes, they rob I;&lt;br /&gt;Sold I to the merchant ships,&lt;br /&gt;Minutes after they took I&lt;br /&gt;From the bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;But my hand was made strong&lt;br /&gt;By the 'and of the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;We forward in this generation&lt;br /&gt;Triumphantly.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you help  to sing&lt;br /&gt;This songs of freedom&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I ever have:&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;&lt;br /&gt;None but ourselves can free our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for atomic energy,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of them can stop the time.&lt;br /&gt;How long shall they kill our prophets,&lt;br /&gt;While we stand aside and look? Ooh!&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's just a part of it:&lt;br /&gt;We've got to fullfil the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you help to sing&lt;br /&gt;This songs of freedom-&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I ever have:&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;&lt;br /&gt;None but ourselves can free our mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.&lt;br /&gt;How long shall they kill our prophets,&lt;br /&gt;While we stand aside and look?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some say it's just a part of it:&lt;br /&gt;We've got to fullfil the book.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you have to sing&lt;br /&gt;This songs of freedom? -&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I ever had:&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs -&lt;br /&gt;All I ever had:&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs:&lt;br /&gt;These songs of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Songs of freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/820525405607670033-3638741592284009749?l=dangerverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3638741592284009749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/bob-marley-wailers-redemption-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/3638741592284009749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/3638741592284009749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/bob-marley-wailers-redemption-song.html' title='Bob Marley &amp; The Wailers  -  Redemption Song'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-820525405607670033.post-9215290166495283312</id><published>2010-02-22T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:51:12.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phoenix'/><title type='text'>Phoenix - If I ever feel better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3MiOcWliDo/Sed0KxC3BfI/AAAAAAAADAw/1x2Z53f2F9U/s400/phoenix_band%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3MiOcWliDo/Sed0KxC3BfI/AAAAAAAADAw/1x2Z53f2F9U/s400/phoenix_band%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some songs just capture a certain moment in life perfectly. Today this Phoenix song has done that for me, in a much more graceful and interesting way than I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://www.moteldemoka.com/schils/everfeel.mp3"&gt;Phoenix - If I feel better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say an end can be a start&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;It's like a bad day that never ends&lt;br /&gt;I feel the chaos around me&lt;br /&gt;A thing I don't try to deny&lt;br /&gt;I'd better learn to accept that&lt;br /&gt;There are things in my life that I can't control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say love ain't nothing but a sore&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what love is&lt;br /&gt;Too many tears have had to fall&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I'm so tired of it all&lt;br /&gt;I have known terror dizzy spells&lt;br /&gt;Finding out the secrets words won't tell&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is it can't be named&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of my world that' s fading away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't want to be clever&lt;br /&gt;To be brilliant or superior&lt;br /&gt;True like ice, true like fire&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that a breeze can blow me away&lt;br /&gt;Now I know there's much more dignity&lt;br /&gt;In defeat than in the brightest victory&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my balance on the tight rope&lt;br /&gt;Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br /&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br /&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on to the good days&lt;br /&gt;I can lean on my friends&lt;br /&gt;They help me going through hard times&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feeding the enemy&lt;br /&gt;I'm in league with the foe&lt;br /&gt;Blame me for what's happening&lt;br /&gt;I can't try, I can't try, I can't try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows the hard times I went through&lt;br /&gt;If happiness came I miss the call&lt;br /&gt;The stormy days ain't over&lt;br /&gt;I've tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;Now I've watched all my castles fall&lt;br /&gt;They were made of dust, after all&lt;br /&gt;Someday all this mess will make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;I can't ewait, I can't wait, I can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br /&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br /&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br /&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br /&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like somebody took my place&lt;br /&gt;I ain't even playing my own game&lt;br /&gt;The rules have changed well I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;There are things in my life I can't control&lt;br /&gt;I feel the chaos around me&lt;br /&gt;A thing I don't try to deny&lt;br /&gt;I'd better learn to accept that&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of my life that will go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark is the night, cold is the ground&lt;br /&gt;In the circular solitude of my heart&lt;br /&gt;As one who strives a hill to climb&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I'll come through I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;They say an end can be a start&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my balance on the tight rope&lt;br /&gt;Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br /&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br /&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br /&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br /&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever feel better&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;br /&gt;You can give me your number&lt;br /&gt;When it's all over I'll let you know &lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/820525405607670033-9215290166495283312?l=dangerverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/9215290166495283312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/phoenix-if-i-ever-feel-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/9215290166495283312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/9215290166495283312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/phoenix-if-i-ever-feel-better.html' title='Phoenix - If I ever feel better'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3MiOcWliDo/Sed0KxC3BfI/AAAAAAAADAw/1x2Z53f2F9U/s72-c/phoenix_band%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-820525405607670033.post-4680772584219079605</id><published>2010-02-21T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:48:26.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - Creep (Acoustic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/kh/images/yahoo/capitol/radiohead/0503_radiohead_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/kh/images/yahoo/capitol/radiohead/0503_radiohead_c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past ten years or so in my life I have never been really able to connect deeply with anyone, especially the women in my life. I have always felt like an outsider and observer. Didn't feel like the ideas in my head would relate to anyone else, I felt like that weirdo. But by doing this I missed out on alot that life has to offer, and hurt a lot of wonderful people along the way. This is my apology and explanation to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesawhore.com/Radiohead-Creep.mp3"&gt;Radiohead - Creep (Acoustic) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were here before,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;You're just like an angel,&lt;br /&gt;Your skin makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You float like a feather&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice&lt;br /&gt;when I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's running out again&lt;br /&gt;She's running out&lt;br /&gt;She run run run run...&lt;br /&gt;run... run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/820525405607670033-4680772584219079605?l=dangerverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4680772584219079605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/radiohead-creep-acoustic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/4680772584219079605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/4680772584219079605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/radiohead-creep-acoustic.html' title='Radiohead - Creep (Acoustic)'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-820525405607670033.post-5346535489002393951</id><published>2010-02-19T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:23:48.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliot Smith'/><title type='text'>Elliott Smith  -  Angel in the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Elliott-Smith-an01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 295px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Elliott-Smith-an01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter bite of addiction makes you feel less than you are, or that you are frozen in time. Even when you recognize the beauty around you, you can not reach out and accept it into your life. Elliot Smith understood this, and unfortunately never got to come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iamjanet.com/angel.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Elliott Smith  -  Angel in the Snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say you make a perfect&lt;br /&gt;Angel in the snow&lt;br /&gt;All crushed out on the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Better stop before it goes too far&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like only a cold still life&lt;br /&gt;That fell down here to lay beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like only a cold still life&lt;br /&gt;Only a frozen still life&lt;br /&gt;That fell down here to lay beside you         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/820525405607670033-5346535489002393951?l=dangerverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5346535489002393951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/elliott-smith-angel-in-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/5346535489002393951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/5346535489002393951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/elliott-smith-angel-in-snow.html' title='Elliott Smith  -  Angel in the Snow'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-820525405607670033.post-2950783022283716699</id><published>2010-02-18T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:39:39.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot chip'/><title type='text'>Hot Chip - One Life Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b8.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00485/89/48/485478498_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://b8.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00485/89/48/485478498_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a fan of Hot Chip for a while now, from their days of party rock to this new more mellow, more mature album. I feel as though I have grown through these phases along with them, and find my self here, and now, with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://www.knoxroad.com/wp-content/music/February/04%20-%20One%20Life%20Stand.mp3"&gt;Hot Chip - One Life Stand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me where you've been to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Nowhere that you shouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tell me what you're good for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I can tell you something too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Where have you been staying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tell me what you're playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Hope its not my conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You will always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Keep on feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I only wanna be your one life stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Keep on feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Tell me do you stand by your whole man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Wishes keep remaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Nothing will contain it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A baloon where they're escapin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Theres nothing but a play thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Moments keep us guessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And lead us from temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But better to embrace them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And measure our relation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Keep on feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I only wanna be your one life stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Keep on feeling )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Tell me do you stand by your whole man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (repeat)     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/820525405607670033-2950783022283716699?l=dangerverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2950783022283716699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot-chip-one-life-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/2950783022283716699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/2950783022283716699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot-chip-one-life-stand.html' title='Hot Chip - One Life Stand'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-820525405607670033.post-2693470845997332169</id><published>2010-02-17T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:04:23.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shins  -  Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whoopingllama.com/images/Wincing_the_Night_Away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://whoopingllama.com/images/Wincing_the_Night_Away.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sit and wonder what the point of working your life away everyday is for....Sometimes I just want to run away from it all, go to a place far away and never return. Will you runaway with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://subpop-public.s3.amazonaws.com/assets/audio/3191.mp3"&gt;The Shins  -  Australia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to put the earphones on…&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Born to) Born to multiply,&lt;br /&gt;Born to gaze into night skies,&lt;br /&gt;When all you want’s one more Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Well look here, until then&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna buy your life’s time&lt;br /&gt;So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters&lt;br /&gt;‘Till the day&lt;br /&gt;We come in doing cartwheels&lt;br /&gt;We all crawl out by ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And your shape on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Will have me thinking such filth and gouge my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be damned to be one of us, girl,&lt;br /&gt;Faced with the dodo’s conundrum&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I could just fly&lt;br /&gt;But nothing happened every time I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dual tone on the wall&lt;br /&gt;The selfless fool who hoped he’d save us all                     &lt;br /&gt;never dreamt of such sterile hands.&lt;br /&gt;You keep them folded in your lap,&lt;br /&gt;Or raise them up to beg for scraps,&lt;br /&gt;You know he's holding you down&lt;br /&gt;With the tips of his fingers just the same.&lt;br /&gt;Will you be pulled from the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;But just a minute too late,&lt;br /&gt;Or changed by a potion,&lt;br /&gt;And find a handsome young mate&lt;br /&gt;For you to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,&lt;br /&gt;You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe’s,&lt;br /&gt;Well do it now or grow old.&lt;br /&gt;Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been alone since you were twenty-one,&lt;br /&gt;You haven't laughed since January.&lt;br /&gt;You try and make like this is so much fun,&lt;br /&gt;But we know it to be quite contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to be one of us, girl,&lt;br /&gt;Facing the android's conundrum,&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I should just cry,&lt;br /&gt;But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,&lt;br /&gt;You himmler and your coat,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how long I've been,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the lantern dim,&lt;br /&gt;Starved of oxygen,&lt;br /&gt;So give me your hand,&lt;br /&gt;And let's jump out the window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/820525405607670033-2693470845997332169?l=dangerverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2693470845997332169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/shins-australia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/2693470845997332169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/2693470845997332169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/shins-australia.html' title='The Shins  -  Australia'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-820525405607670033.post-4295115791798913888</id><published>2010-02-15T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:29:35.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinback'/><title type='text'>Pinback  -  tripoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8ZuX0W0KW0/S1SpQgOyetI/AAAAAAAABbM/Kwpvh4a7lVg/s320/pinback99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8ZuX0W0KW0/S1SpQgOyetI/AAAAAAAABbM/Kwpvh4a7lVg/s320/pinback99.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinback, one of my favorite bands out there. Why? Because they take very simple song lyrics and combine them with amazing musical scores. This song is so basic and brutal, yet lovely at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://sd-1.archive-host.com/membres/up/204031207047272310/Pinback_-_1_-_tripoli.mp3"&gt;Pinback  -  tripoli &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget that I said to you that I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget that I said to you that I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget that I said to you that I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget that I said to you that I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget that I said to you that I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget that I said to you that I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;They'll tie me up and send me off&lt;br /&gt;To set me off on someone's lawn&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooowoowoooooo&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget that I said to you that I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget that I said to you that I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;No one would believe me,&lt;br /&gt;And no one cared to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Ee Yahh&lt;br /&gt;You know what's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna go down and he's gonna come back again.&lt;br /&gt;Sad I'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's gonna happen later than I think.&lt;br /&gt;They'll tie me up and send me off&lt;br /&gt;To set me off on someone's lawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/820525405607670033-4295115791798913888?l=dangerverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4295115791798913888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/pinback-tripoli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/4295115791798913888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/4295115791798913888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/pinback-tripoli.html' title='Pinback  -  tripoli'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8ZuX0W0KW0/S1SpQgOyetI/AAAAAAAABbM/Kwpvh4a7lVg/s72-c/pinback99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-820525405607670033.post-7485886284933142656</id><published>2010-02-14T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:24:33.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Cudi - Highs N Lows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kidcudi.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/picture-4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 497px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.kidcudi.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/picture-4.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highs N Lows, you know we all experience them. They are a simple part of life, with out one the other just wouldnt be the same. This song, for me, really shows a honest look at how we move through the Highs and Lows of life, and thats why I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://208.53.158.136:40000/d/3cebonortfltjhuwxv2uxyye4vmsylaypqbfyijo/High%27s%20N%20Lows%20%28Produced%20by%20Dot%20Da%20Genius%29.mp3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KiD CuDi&lt;/strong&gt; – Highs N Lows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be high when I split a dutch and fill it up&lt;br /&gt;I be high when I get my money doubled up&lt;br /&gt;I be high when a model wanna let me cut&lt;br /&gt;I be high when I'm signing cus my diamonds blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be low when a nigga cant get away&lt;br /&gt;I be low when I cant seem to make a way&lt;br /&gt;I be low when I can't even feed myself&lt;br /&gt;I be low when I realize I'm by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I be high when I'm shopping for expensive clothes&lt;br /&gt;I be high when I get what I couldn't before&lt;br /&gt;I be high in the club while I'm poppin bub&lt;br /&gt;I be high when im cruising sitting on them dubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I be low after shows in my dressing room&lt;br /&gt;I be low when i see that I'm a different dude&lt;br /&gt;I be low on the plane looking at the sky&lt;br /&gt;I be low but my highs keep a nigga tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;I be high then I be low&lt;br /&gt;I be low then I be high&lt;br /&gt;Its like a battle knife to a gun fight&lt;br /&gt;But I be cool this the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;I be high then I be low&lt;br /&gt;I be low then I be high&lt;br /&gt;Its like a battle knife to a gun fight&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry this the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be low when I gotta get ready for work&lt;br /&gt;I be low cus after bills my pockets be hurt&lt;br /&gt;I be low when I can't take a girl out&lt;br /&gt;I be low cus they can't even figure me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I be high when the phony chicks show me love&lt;br /&gt;cus in my mind I read them but I dont give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;I be high when a nigga get attention&lt;br /&gt;I be high when your girl catch feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I be low when i go into that empty space&lt;br /&gt;I be low when I'm looking at a stressed face&lt;br /&gt;I be low cus my brother's facing hard times&lt;br /&gt;And I be low cus my nigga ryan close behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm high when I know the places we can go&lt;br /&gt;I be high when I think what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;I be high when she asks for my room number&lt;br /&gt;I be high but my lows keep a nigga humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was high when the label said that I was dope&lt;br /&gt;I was high in my eyes cus i had hope&lt;br /&gt;I was high when I first had the taste of love&lt;br /&gt;I was high when I left the city I was from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was low when I had a recent heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;I was low cus I truly thought I had a mate&lt;br /&gt;I was low when I lost her over sillyness&lt;br /&gt;I was low cus she twisted what my words meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was high when I finally had the chance to see&lt;br /&gt;Everything thats pretty aint always good for me&lt;br /&gt;I was high when she first said i liked you&lt;br /&gt;Man I must be too high to even write dude&lt;br /&gt;And these things show you growth&lt;br /&gt;Some niggas show a little but I show you the most&lt;br /&gt;Highs n' lows and succeed fo sho&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left to do is say a toast&lt;br /&gt;CUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/820525405607670033-7485886284933142656?l=dangerverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7485886284933142656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/kid-cudi-highs-n-lows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/7485886284933142656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/820525405607670033/posts/default/7485886284933142656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerverse.blogspot.com/2010/02/kid-cudi-highs-n-lows.html' title='Kid Cudi - Highs N Lows'/><author><name>Granger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199814171413544426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcRi-oBZVeM/S4YJwvizPiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/40T0Qwu1wLI/S220/n17109072_36790735_8295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
