<?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-2839909417917036533</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:08:35.741-05:00</updated><category term='Topic based'/><category term='prose'/><category term='Gentle Reader'/><category term='not written by me'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Self'/><category term='Music I like'/><category term='Featured Favorite'/><category term='political'/><category term='Philosophical'/><title type='text'>edwilbe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8364654186680247286</id><published>2011-11-27T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:00:53.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>15 step - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WedRDYmtvX4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 step - Track 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I end up where I started&lt;br /&gt;How come I end up where I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Won't take my eyes off the ball again&lt;br /&gt;You reel me out then you cut the string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I end up where I started&lt;br /&gt;How come I end up where I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Won't take my eyes off the ball again&lt;br /&gt;First you reel me out then you cut the string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to be alright&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Did the cat get your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Did your string come undone&lt;br /&gt;One by one&lt;br /&gt;One by one&lt;br /&gt;It comes to us all&lt;br /&gt;It's as soft as your pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to be alright&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Etcetera etcetera&lt;br /&gt;Fads for whatever&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen steps&lt;br /&gt;Then a shear drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I end up where I started&lt;br /&gt;How come I end up where I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Won't take my eyes off the ball again&lt;br /&gt;You reel me out then you cut the string&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8364654186680247286?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8364654186680247286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/11/15-step-radiohead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8364654186680247286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8364654186680247286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/11/15-step-radiohead.html' title='15 step - Radiohead'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WedRDYmtvX4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-7607545741033738045</id><published>2011-11-23T16:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:47:40.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>The Students - Everyday of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RbJ1ikRnG10" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-7607545741033738045?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7607545741033738045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/11/students-everyday-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7607545741033738045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7607545741033738045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/11/students-everyday-of-week.html' title='The Students - 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Sweet Cream In it'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3lwjzmH84jA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4427581957036049490</id><published>2011-08-09T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:21:19.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ehh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H7vqcvNpKI4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, drive me crazy wow&lt;br /&gt;They say oh here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Aye X heh, I said we'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I left my stereo&lt;br /&gt;Would you care to let me go&lt;br /&gt;Or would you keep me shackled in your chains&lt;br /&gt;I know the game is missing heroes&lt;br /&gt;And I started here from zeros&lt;br /&gt;To the season where I came to obtain&lt;br /&gt;See my aim is simple&lt;br /&gt;I have laid it on your instrumentals&lt;br /&gt;So it's no coincidence I'm in the game&lt;br /&gt;I plotted, planned it for a year or so&lt;br /&gt;Hoping folks hear the low&lt;br /&gt;And see I'm not the same as Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;They say I bond with the spiritual&lt;br /&gt;But hollar if you hear me though&lt;br /&gt;My life is more than rims and getting brains&lt;br /&gt;They say I bond with the spiritual&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Until it's time for me to board a plane&lt;br /&gt;I know the fortune and the fame&lt;br /&gt;And the performing for the change&lt;br /&gt;And paying for important poison in my brain&lt;br /&gt;And mary jane they keep me miserable&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm singing miracles&lt;br /&gt;When all you do is bitch and you complain&lt;br /&gt;Bout how you wish you were this way&lt;br /&gt;And your boat was bigger that way&lt;br /&gt;I would funk you this and that way till you came&lt;br /&gt;See the way I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;Is like nothing left without you&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt you think it's nothing more than game&lt;br /&gt;But the game is lame&lt;br /&gt;And the fame ain't special&lt;br /&gt;Since I met you I have nothing more to gain&lt;br /&gt;Except your love&lt;br /&gt;And harmony&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say that I just can't give you what all you need&lt;br /&gt;Just relax your mind&lt;br /&gt;And relax some time&lt;br /&gt;To harmony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4427581957036049490?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4427581957036049490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/08/ehh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4427581957036049490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4427581957036049490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/08/ehh.html' title='ehh..'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H7vqcvNpKI4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-5150037372318661301</id><published>2011-05-09T20:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:02.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Thats Alright Mama - 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Elvis'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z5gTBEci9wM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1819630213692592130</id><published>2011-05-08T10:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:05.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>LCD Soundsystem - I can Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tW8FKkVnqng" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a line make it easy for me&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me until I feel all right&lt;br /&gt;It's good in the dark, good in the dark&lt;br /&gt;But into the lover's light&lt;br /&gt;Here comes another fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ring the alarm, ring the alarm&lt;br /&gt;Bar me and hold me and cling to my arm&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what you're asking me now, disastrous now&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and hoping and hoping&lt;br /&gt;The feeling goes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never change, never change, never change, never change&lt;br /&gt;Never change, never change, never change&lt;br /&gt;This is why I fell in love oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never change, never change, never change, never change&lt;br /&gt;Never change, never change, never change&lt;br /&gt;That's just too up there in love with&lt;br /&gt;(in loveeeee ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time the very best time&lt;br /&gt;So give me a line and take me hoooome&lt;br /&gt;Take me oveeeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dashing the hopes dashing the hopes&lt;br /&gt;And smashing anekatips the pride&lt;br /&gt;The morning's got you on the ropes .. ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is a murderer , love is a murderer&lt;br /&gt;But if she calls you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everything is all right&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we knoooooow&lt;br /&gt;And love is a curse shoved in a hearse&lt;br /&gt;Love is an open book to a verse of your bad poetry&lt;br /&gt;And this is coming from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can change, I can change, I can change, I can change&lt;br /&gt;I can change, I can change, I can change&lt;br /&gt;If it helps you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;(fall in looove)&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the light make it easy for me&lt;br /&gt;Fill the divide fumble in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;til it's right&lt;br /&gt;What an awful sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Love in your eyes , love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's just what your lover finds&lt;br /&gt;All niiiiiight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can change, I can change, I can change, I can change&lt;br /&gt;I can change, I can change, I can change&lt;br /&gt;If it helps you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;(fall in looove)&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1819630213692592130?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1819630213692592130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/lcd-soundsystem-i-can-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1819630213692592130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1819630213692592130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/lcd-soundsystem-i-can-change.html' title='LCD Soundsystem - I can Change'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tW8FKkVnqng/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1070969699772553963</id><published>2011-05-05T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:12.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topic based'/><title type='text'>My life according to chess</title><content type='html'>My life according chess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The most insignificant pieces in the battle have the greatest importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your opening has a huge impact on your closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes you must sacrifice valuable pieces for good position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Losing points doesn’t mean you have lost the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Placing yourself in a defensive position also means you have blocked yourself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Driving the initiative is better than being responsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have to lose, a lot, to those better than you in order to improve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Always assume your opponent is better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It only takes one mistake to turn a brilliant plan into a foolish choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thinking 8 moves ahead is only good if you were right about the first move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1070969699772553963?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1070969699772553963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-life-according-to-chess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1070969699772553963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1070969699772553963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-life-according-to-chess.html' title='My life according to chess'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-3282885745919822007</id><published>2011-05-04T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:14.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Everlong - Foo Fighters</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PjyP-hGVBXo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;I've waited here for you&lt;br /&gt;Everlong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I throw myself into&lt;br /&gt;And out of the red, out of her head she sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down&lt;br /&gt;And waste away with me&lt;br /&gt;Down with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow how&lt;br /&gt;You wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm over my head, out of her head she sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;When I sing along with you&lt;br /&gt;If everything could ever feel this real forever&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you&lt;br /&gt;You've got to promise not to stop when I say when&lt;br /&gt;She sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe out&lt;br /&gt;So I could breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;I know you've always been&lt;br /&gt;Out of your head, out of my head I sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;When I sing along with you&lt;br /&gt;If everything could ever feel this real forever&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you&lt;br /&gt;You've got to promise not to stop when I say when&lt;br /&gt;She sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If everything could ever feel this real forever&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you&lt;br /&gt;You've got to promise not to stop when I say when&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-3282885745919822007?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3282885745919822007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/everlong-foo-fighters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3282885745919822007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3282885745919822007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/everlong-foo-fighters.html' title='Everlong - Foo Fighters'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PjyP-hGVBXo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8705059534115090223</id><published>2011-05-04T19:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:16.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Alone + Easy Target - Foo Fighters</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M1a0CNBusJU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They knew all along &lt;br /&gt;They're not dumb, they were so wrong &lt;br /&gt;She's not always fun &lt;br /&gt;Hate it now, call when I'm done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces fell in place &lt;br /&gt;Puzzles suck, laughin my face &lt;br /&gt;Turn and swing the pace &lt;br /&gt;I'll give this, keep the good waist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head is on &lt;br /&gt;I want out &lt;br /&gt;I'm alone and I'm an easy target &lt;br /&gt;Metronome &lt;br /&gt;I want out &lt;br /&gt;I'm alone and I'm an easy target &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy t.v. dreams might be true &lt;br /&gt;Not what it seems. &lt;br /&gt;Food and cavitys, chewing words &lt;br /&gt;Tear at the seams &lt;br /&gt;He don't feel so good, don't feel bad &lt;br /&gt;Not that he should &lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so good, don't feel bad &lt;br /&gt;Not that I should &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever listen? get out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8705059534115090223?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8705059534115090223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/alone-easy-target-foo-fighters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8705059534115090223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8705059534115090223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/alone-easy-target-foo-fighters.html' title='Alone + Easy Target - Foo Fighters'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M1a0CNBusJU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-3294243595234246466</id><published>2011-05-01T18:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:18.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Keys to the city - Mimosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oraTOij6wi0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-3294243595234246466?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3294243595234246466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/keys-to-city-mimosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3294243595234246466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3294243595234246466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/keys-to-city-mimosa.html' title='Keys to the city - Mimosa'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oraTOij6wi0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-5871676034492282103</id><published>2011-05-01T18:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:20.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Young the Giant - "My Body"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qQYpF2pCkLI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, the train is ridin down to the station &lt;br /&gt;where you lived when we were school kids &lt;br /&gt;Hey, the rails are caught now &lt;br /&gt;And I am falling down fools in a spiral &lt;br /&gt;Round this town of steam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Body tells me no, but I won't quit &lt;br /&gt;Cause I want more, cause I want more &lt;br /&gt;My Body tells me no, but I won't quit &lt;br /&gt;Cause I want more, cause I want more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the train is riding down to the station where I lived &lt;br /&gt;When I was a cool kid &lt;br /&gt;Hey, is it my fault that the fallen embers burn down in a spiral &lt;br /&gt;Round your crown of thieves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Body tells me no, but I won't quit &lt;br /&gt;cause I want more, cause I want more &lt;br /&gt;My Body tells me no, but I won't quit &lt;br /&gt;cause I want more, cause I want more &lt;br /&gt;And it rides out of town &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's my road, it's my road, it's my road &lt;br /&gt;It's my road, it's my road, iIt's my road &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's my war, It's my war, it's my war &lt;br /&gt;It's my war &lt;br /&gt;His eyes are open &lt;br /&gt;His eyes are open &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cause I want more, I want more &lt;br /&gt;Want more &lt;br /&gt;His eyes are open &lt;br /&gt;His eyes are open &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body tells me no but I won't quit &lt;br /&gt;Cause I want more, cause I want more &lt;br /&gt;My body tells me no but I wont quit &lt;br /&gt;Cause I want more cause I want more &lt;br /&gt;It rides out of town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-5871676034492282103?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5871676034492282103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/young-giant-my-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5871676034492282103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5871676034492282103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/05/young-giant-my-body.html' title='Young the Giant - &quot;My Body&quot;'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qQYpF2pCkLI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-3368929505242857498</id><published>2011-04-26T01:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:22.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over (2010 Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iWOyfLBYtuU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, hit her like a train on a track&lt;br /&gt;Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back&lt;br /&gt;She hid around corners and she hid under beds&lt;br /&gt;She killed it with kisses and from it she fled&lt;br /&gt;With every bubble she sank with a drink&lt;br /&gt;And washed it away down the kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br /&gt;The horses are coming so you better run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run fast for your mother run fast for your father&lt;br /&gt;Run for your children for your sisters and brothers&lt;br /&gt;Leave all your love and your longing behind you&lt;br /&gt;Can't carry it with you if you want to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the horses&lt;br /&gt;Cuz here they come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanted anything from you&lt;br /&gt;Except everything you had&lt;br /&gt;And what was left after that too. oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back&lt;br /&gt;Struck from a great height&lt;br /&gt;By someone who should know better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are gone&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the horses&lt;br /&gt;Cuz here they come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run fast for your mother and fast for your father&lt;br /&gt;Run for your children for your sisters and brothers&lt;br /&gt;Leave all your love and your loving behind you&lt;br /&gt;Can't carry it with you if you want to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are gone&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the horses because here they come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are gone&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the horses because here they come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-3368929505242857498?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3368929505242857498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/florence-machine-dog-days-are-over-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3368929505242857498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3368929505242857498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/florence-machine-dog-days-are-over-2010.html' title='Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over (2010 Version)'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iWOyfLBYtuU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-610673310801702123</id><published>2011-04-25T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:25.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Love can damage your health - Telepopmusik</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hkeKIFDnths" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-610673310801702123?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/610673310801702123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-can-damage-your-health.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/610673310801702123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/610673310801702123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-can-damage-your-health.html' title='Love can damage your health - Telepopmusik'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hkeKIFDnths/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1318284516633850598</id><published>2011-04-24T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:42.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Breathe - Télépopmusik</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vyut3GyQtn0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1318284516633850598?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1318284516633850598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/breathe-telepopmusik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1318284516633850598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1318284516633850598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/breathe-telepopmusik.html' title='Breathe - Télépopmusik'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vyut3GyQtn0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-2186989008808417481</id><published>2011-04-20T03:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:46.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Aphrodite - Wishing on a Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZT_xytxHyMQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-2186989008808417481?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2186989008808417481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/aphrodite-wishing-on-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2186989008808417481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2186989008808417481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/aphrodite-wishing-on-star.html' title='Aphrodite - Wishing on a Star'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZT_xytxHyMQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1579000444081103417</id><published>2011-04-20T03:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:44.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Aphrodite - Let me know</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="405" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dGJ0R-Lers4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1579000444081103417?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1579000444081103417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/aphrodite-let-me-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1579000444081103417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1579000444081103417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/aphrodite-let-me-know.html' title='Aphrodite - Let me know'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dGJ0R-Lers4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-442072983277147350</id><published>2011-04-20T00:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:48.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Aphrodite - Bittersweet Symphony</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="405" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8DPG3KqNqKw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-442072983277147350?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/442072983277147350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/aphrodite-bittersweet-symphony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/442072983277147350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/442072983277147350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/aphrodite-bittersweet-symphony.html' title='Aphrodite - Bittersweet Symphony'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8DPG3KqNqKw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-176888904790928785</id><published>2011-04-19T12:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:50.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Happy Up Here - Royksopp</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/klxai9aaxUw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Happy Up Here" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I really like it&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll always be here&lt;br /&gt;You know it makes my heart beat&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm happy up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World, what you got for me?&lt;br /&gt;Just bring it on&lt;br /&gt;What's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, what you got for me?&lt;br /&gt;Just bring it on&lt;br /&gt;What's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I really like it&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll always be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, whatever you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can push the feeling away&lt;br /&gt;It's here in my heart and it's here in my head&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm part of a book I've read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every page and every paper&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be part of human nature&lt;br /&gt;Sending me back down on memory lane&lt;br /&gt;My favorite record is playing again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I really like it&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll always be here&lt;br /&gt;You know it makes my heart beat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-176888904790928785?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/176888904790928785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-up-here-royksopp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/176888904790928785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/176888904790928785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-up-here-royksopp.html' title='Happy Up Here - Royksopp'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/klxai9aaxUw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1798874057461479590</id><published>2011-04-18T12:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:22:52.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Jamie Woon - Spirals</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ITiZ1uBwiYs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1798874057461479590?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1798874057461479590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/jamie-woon-spirals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1798874057461479590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1798874057461479590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/jamie-woon-spirals.html' title='Jamie Woon - Spirals'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ITiZ1uBwiYs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-6826454844097323823</id><published>2011-04-14T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:25:16.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Finger Smoke - Beatnuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kZSe_h7PGnU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-6826454844097323823?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6826454844097323823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/finger-smoke-beatnuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6826454844097323823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6826454844097323823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/finger-smoke-beatnuts.html' title='Finger Smoke - Beatnuts'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kZSe_h7PGnU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-2823144917786563798</id><published>2011-04-13T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:25:20.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>mos def ms fat booty</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lFyTzjJDeCk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ms. Fat Booty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I can't afford to stop&lt;br /&gt;for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget&lt;br /&gt;I know, I can't afford to stop&lt;br /&gt;for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mos Def - speaking over sung vocals]&lt;br /&gt;Man.. for real&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with this girl, y'know&lt;br /&gt;I was.. to' up dog! I'm tellin you man&lt;br /&gt;She was wild man.. f'real&lt;br /&gt;It's just too.. let me tell you about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mos Def]&lt;br /&gt;Yo, in she came with the same type game&lt;br /&gt;The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name&lt;br /&gt;Big fame, she like cats with big thangs&lt;br /&gt;Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range&lt;br /&gt;I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once&lt;br /&gt;Ass so fat that you could see it from the front&lt;br /&gt;She spot me like paparazzi; shot me a glance &lt;br /&gt;in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, Hot damn!&lt;br /&gt;What's your name love, where you came from?&lt;br /&gt;Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up&lt;br /&gt;The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up&lt;br /&gt;Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down&lt;br /&gt;Asked her to dance she was like "Yo, I'm leavin now"&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, sounds from Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;She sippin Crys straight up, shakin, windin her waist up&lt;br /&gt;Scene two: my fam throwin the jam&lt;br /&gt;Fahreed is on the stand big things is in the plan&lt;br /&gt;The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move in&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce; I turn around&lt;br /&gt;Say word! You was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed&lt;br /&gt;tryin to play me for the herb (Yeah, that's her)&lt;br /&gt;Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together&lt;br /&gt;I just played it long and pretended I never met her&lt;br /&gt;"How you feelin?" "Oh I'm fine." "My name is Mos." "I'm Sharice.&lt;br /&gt;I heard so much good about you it's nice to finally meet."&lt;br /&gt;We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially&lt;br /&gt;And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm type polite but now I'm lookin at her skeptically&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry&lt;br /&gt;Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories&lt;br /&gt;Chinky eyes, sweet voice is (fucking) with me mentally&lt;br /&gt;We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo&lt;br /&gt;I'm bout to merc, I say peace to the family&lt;br /&gt;She hop up like "How you gonna leave before you dance with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hook 2X - sung]&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't afford this life&lt;br /&gt;For a moment&lt;br /&gt;That its too soon&lt;br /&gt;To forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mos continues speaking through sung hook]&lt;br /&gt;She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like "What?"&lt;br /&gt;I played it low though, I was like&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go"&lt;br /&gt;It's mad, the shit is so sick, I'm tell you&lt;br /&gt;Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just..&lt;br /&gt;Yo, she was like Jayne Kennedy, word bond&lt;br /&gt;To my mother man, she was that ill man&lt;br /&gt;She take me to the dance floor and she start whisperin to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mos Def]&lt;br /&gt;Yo, let me apologize for the other night&lt;br /&gt;I know it wasn't right, but baby you know what its like&lt;br /&gt;Some brothers don't be comin right&lt;br /&gt;I understand, I'm feelin you&lt;br /&gt;Beside, 'can I have a dance?' ain't really that original&lt;br /&gt;We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades&lt;br /&gt;They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist&lt;br /&gt;He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song&lt;br /&gt;Finished then she whisper 'honey, let's exchange numbers'&lt;br /&gt;Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation&lt;br /&gt;In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient&lt;br /&gt;She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent&lt;br /&gt;She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issacs&lt;br /&gt;Like 'if I don't, if I don't, if I don't'&lt;br /&gt;Showin me that tan line and that tattoo&lt;br /&gt;Playin Sade, "Sweetest Taboo"&lt;br /&gt;Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled&lt;br /&gt;Man I smashed it like an Idaho potato&lt;br /&gt;She call my at my J.O., 'come now', I can't say no&lt;br /&gt;Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the p-funk&lt;br /&gt;Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up&lt;br /&gt;Three months, she call 'I feel I'm runnin a fever'&lt;br /&gt;Six months, I'm tellin her I desperately need her&lt;br /&gt;Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around&lt;br /&gt;I need more than to knock it down I'm really tryin to lock it down&lt;br /&gt;Midnight we hook up and go at it&lt;br /&gt;Burn a stogger, let her know, sweetheart I got to have it&lt;br /&gt;She tellin me commitment is somethin she can't manage&lt;br /&gt;Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic&lt;br /&gt;Ahh damnit! This all Harrison Ford frantic&lt;br /&gt;My 911 wasn't answered by my fly Taurus enchantress&lt;br /&gt;Next week, who hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club&lt;br /&gt;With some banging ass Asian playin lay it down and lick me up&lt;br /&gt;What!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-2823144917786563798?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2823144917786563798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/mos-def-ms-fat-booty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2823144917786563798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2823144917786563798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/mos-def-ms-fat-booty.html' title='mos def ms fat booty'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lFyTzjJDeCk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1682831466842367515</id><published>2011-04-13T18:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:25:23.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Swing - Camp Lo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I7HngxTkEGo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish:&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me your swing &lt;br /&gt;I got mines and that's the thing &lt;br /&gt;Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings&lt;br /&gt;Geechie:&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me your swing &lt;br /&gt;I got mine and that's the thing &lt;br /&gt;Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse One: Geechie Suede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the grab the stash(?)&lt;br /&gt;To the alley Varner(?) any splash&lt;br /&gt;Tryin not to crash&lt;br /&gt;Swervin got the la-la on the dash&lt;br /&gt;Getting bent up in the armored truck&lt;br /&gt;stuck him for his glam&lt;br /&gt;shit is candy yams&lt;br /&gt;Now we movin on the ancient mans(?)&lt;br /&gt;They using psycho vision&lt;br /&gt;For the Valentino Gorabani(?)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Armani Butter &lt;br /&gt;We above these climbs&lt;br /&gt;Hiest the harbours&lt;br /&gt;Word to godfathers getting bleed&lt;br /&gt;Chasing on (?) down to Venice&lt;br /&gt;Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways&lt;br /&gt;Thats how it was cus&lt;br /&gt;Now they got us blammin at the fuzz&lt;br /&gt;Its all gun and poses&lt;br /&gt;on a bed of roses gettin shugged&lt;br /&gt;wrap him in a rug&lt;br /&gt;leave him on the roof till he stink&lt;br /&gt;Hit the pool-hall&lt;br /&gt;Fled the calico and watch him blink&lt;br /&gt;Movin on Picaso&lt;br /&gt;Painting my portraits and condos&lt;br /&gt;Cuz when the Lo blows&lt;br /&gt;Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish:&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me your swing &lt;br /&gt;I got mines and that's the thing &lt;br /&gt;Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring&lt;br /&gt;Geechie:&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me your swing &lt;br /&gt;I got mine and that's the thing &lt;br /&gt;Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse Two: Ish&lt;br /&gt;(check this)&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers&lt;br /&gt;Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying&lt;br /&gt;I play my cards shark style, kings and aces&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to New York the illest of all places&lt;br /&gt;I never bleed even through this plaza of greed&lt;br /&gt;You got the rarest, true aint game in yo world&lt;br /&gt;Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (uh)&lt;br /&gt;I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl&lt;br /&gt;The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science&lt;br /&gt;We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style&lt;br /&gt;The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile&lt;br /&gt;My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish&lt;br /&gt;Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killahs and they wish&lt;br /&gt;Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame&lt;br /&gt;your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow&lt;br /&gt;you know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer&lt;br /&gt;My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter&lt;br /&gt;Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers(?) tighter&lt;br /&gt;Them clown kids you dealt never belt&lt;br /&gt;I came around swift and got felt&lt;br /&gt;That champagne brand name style got melt&lt;br /&gt;My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels&lt;br /&gt;thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo yo, Dont give me your swing&lt;br /&gt;I got mines and thats the thing&lt;br /&gt;Its not your swing&lt;br /&gt;Its mines and thats the thing&lt;br /&gt;So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings&lt;br /&gt;All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1682831466842367515?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1682831466842367515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/swing-camp-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1682831466842367515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1682831466842367515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/swing-camp-lo.html' title='Swing - Camp Lo'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I7HngxTkEGo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4838412946852915420</id><published>2011-04-13T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:25:26.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Don't Push - Sublime</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2sVxEWIRvY4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from an africa land &lt;br /&gt;Chased out with a knife &lt;br /&gt;With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike &lt;br /&gt;Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right &lt;br /&gt;And if God's good word goes unspoken the music goes all night &lt;br /&gt;And it goes... &lt;br /&gt;If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved &lt;br /&gt;If I was half pint I'd ball the lord up above &lt;br /&gt;If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight &lt;br /&gt;If I was a Boomtown Rats I would be stayin up all night &lt;br /&gt;IF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumb &lt;br /&gt;If rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do, &lt;br /&gt;I'd point that shit straight at the sky &lt;br /&gt;and shoot heaven on down for you &lt;br /&gt;Because the bars are always open, and the time is always right &lt;br /&gt;And if God's good word goes unspoken, the music goes all night &lt;br /&gt;And it goes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a lover, I can't find the time &lt;br /&gt;I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme &lt;br /&gt;And I want to start some static, but I can't afford, &lt;br /&gt;Just lay on the ground like I fell off my skateboard &lt;br /&gt;Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease. &lt;br /&gt;Laughter, it's free any time just call me &lt;br /&gt;439-0116 when your down with Sublime you get &lt;br /&gt;funky fresh lyrics, you get nothin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from an africa land &lt;br /&gt;Got chased out of the bar &lt;br /&gt;I saw my best friend tonight so don't push me too far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna run come down with the new lyrics, &lt;br /&gt;get hit get hip don't slip you knuckle heads &lt;br /&gt;Racism is schism on a serious tip &lt;br /&gt;You don't believe me that I won't bust your lip. &lt;br /&gt;I hear the mountain, It hard to climb &lt;br /&gt;Ruffle the rhythm and it must be sublime &lt;br /&gt;Listen yellow lover yeah it right on time &lt;br /&gt;We got cricket with the quickness and the bass line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and raid the sound and tell the people the news oh, hey &lt;br /&gt;tell them reggae music is on the loose &lt;br /&gt;Here i am from the place where the sun keeps shine new style in a unique fashion &lt;br /&gt;And good good vibes that keep on playin, playin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wanna come up and they wanna tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensi &lt;br /&gt;You're pumpin' that shit yo we're sick of it &lt;br /&gt;Teakin' every weekend and we just can't take it &lt;br /&gt;we don't want plastic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4838412946852915420?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4838412946852915420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-push-sublime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4838412946852915420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4838412946852915420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-push-sublime.html' title='Don&apos;t Push - Sublime'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2sVxEWIRvY4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-5425847551284587750</id><published>2011-03-27T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:25:28.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not written by me'/><title type='text'>Quotes by the Master</title><content type='html'>Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/r/rainermari161869.html#ixzz1HqxsD28L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-5425847551284587750?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5425847551284587750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/quotes-by-master.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5425847551284587750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5425847551284587750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/quotes-by-master.html' title='Quotes by the Master'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-7843528395553506761</id><published>2011-03-27T21:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:03.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Im New Here - Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie XX</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rm4zJSyxlOQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-7843528395553506761?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7843528395553506761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-new-here-gil-scott-heron-and-jamie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7843528395553506761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7843528395553506761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-new-here-gil-scott-heron-and-jamie.html' title='Im New Here - Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie XX'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rm4zJSyxlOQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-2285522407609702413</id><published>2011-03-27T14:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:05.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Down On Me - Jeremih</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AaXaig_43lU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you look so sweet&lt;br /&gt;what you work at bally's&lt;br /&gt;look at your physique&lt;br /&gt;girl you are a beauty well I am a beast&lt;br /&gt;they must have been trippin to have left me off the leash"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-2285522407609702413?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2285522407609702413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/down-on-me-jeremih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2285522407609702413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2285522407609702413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/down-on-me-jeremih.html' title='Down On Me - Jeremih'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AaXaig_43lU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-304212934077590101</id><published>2011-03-20T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:08.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>DJ Shadow - Six Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eY-eyZuW_Uk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a feeling there's going to be a riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't read the newspapers because&lt;br /&gt;They all have ugly prints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the starting of the week&lt;br /&gt;At summit talks you'll hear them speak&lt;br /&gt;It's only Monday&lt;br /&gt;Negotiations breaking down&lt;br /&gt;See those leaders start to frown&lt;br /&gt;It's sword and gun day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be sitting taking lunch&lt;br /&gt;The news will hit you like a punch&lt;br /&gt;It's only Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;You never thought we'd go to war&lt;br /&gt;After all the things we saw&lt;br /&gt;It's April Fools' day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear a whistling overhead&lt;br /&gt;Are you alive or are you dead?&lt;br /&gt;It's only Thursday&lt;br /&gt;You feel a shaking on the ground&lt;br /&gt;A billion candles burn around&lt;br /&gt;Is it your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Make tomorrow come I think it's too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-304212934077590101?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/304212934077590101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/dj-shadow-six-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/304212934077590101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/304212934077590101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/dj-shadow-six-days.html' title='DJ Shadow - Six Days'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eY-eyZuW_Uk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4447775064360717435</id><published>2011-03-20T17:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:10.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Words I Never Said - Lupe Fiasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/btQKGvVRnZ8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Skylar Grey]&lt;br /&gt;It’s so loud Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;With words that I should have said!&lt;br /&gt;As I drown in my regrets&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take back the words I never said&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take back the words I never said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lupe Fiasco]&lt;br /&gt;I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit&lt;br /&gt;Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets&lt;br /&gt;How much money does it take to really make a full clip&lt;br /&gt;9/11 building 7 did they really pull it&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, And a bunch of other cover ups&lt;br /&gt;Your childs future was the first to go with budget cuts&lt;br /&gt;If you think that hurts then, wait here comes the uppercut&lt;br /&gt;The school was garbage in the first place, thats on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;Keep you at the bottom but tease you with the uppercrust&lt;br /&gt;You get it then they move you so you never keeping up enough&lt;br /&gt;If you turn on TV all you see’s a bunch of “what the f-cks”&lt;br /&gt;Dude is dating so and so blabbering bout such and such&lt;br /&gt;And that aint Jersey Shore, homie thats the news&lt;br /&gt;And these the same people that supposed to be telling us the truth&lt;br /&gt;Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist&lt;br /&gt;Gaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn’t say shit&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I aint vote for him, next one either&lt;br /&gt;I’ma part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Skylar Grey - Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It’s so loud inside my head&lt;br /&gt;With words that I should have said!&lt;br /&gt;As I drown in my regrets&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take back the words I never said&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take back the words I never said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lupe Fiasco - Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Now you can say it aint our fault if we never heard it&lt;br /&gt;But if we know better than we probably deserve it&lt;br /&gt;Jihad is not a holy war, wheres that in the worship?&lt;br /&gt;Murdering is not Islam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are not observant&lt;br /&gt;And you are not a muslim&lt;br /&gt;Israel don’t take my side cause look how far you’ve pushed them&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me into the ghetto, this where all the Kush went&lt;br /&gt;Complain about the liquor store but what you drinking liquor for?&lt;br /&gt;Complain about the gloom but when’d you pick a broom up?&lt;br /&gt;Just listening to Pac aint gone make it stop&lt;br /&gt;A rebel in your thoughts, aint gon make it halt&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t become an actor you’ll never be a factor&lt;br /&gt;Pills with million side effects&lt;br /&gt;Take em when the pains felt&lt;br /&gt;Wash them down with Diet soda!&lt;br /&gt;Killin off your brain cells&lt;br /&gt;Crooked banks around the World&lt;br /&gt;Would gladly give a loan today&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever miss payment&lt;br /&gt;They can take your home away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Skylar Grey - Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It’s so loud inside my head&lt;br /&gt;With words that I should have said!&lt;br /&gt;As I drown in my regrets&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take back the words I never said, never said&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take back the words I never said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lupe Fiasco - Verse 3]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence&lt;br /&gt;Fear is such a weak emotion thats why I despise it&lt;br /&gt;We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;So scared of what you think of me, I’m scared of even telling you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’m like the only person I feel safe to tell it to&lt;br /&gt;I’m locked inside a cell in me, I know that there’s a jail in you&lt;br /&gt;Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few&lt;br /&gt;My screams is finally getting free, my thoughts is finally yelling through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Skylar Grey - Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It’s so loud Inside my head&lt;br /&gt;With words that I should have said!&lt;br /&gt;As I drown in my regrets&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take back the words I never said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4447775064360717435?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4447775064360717435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/words-i-never-said-lupe-fiasco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4447775064360717435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4447775064360717435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/words-i-never-said-lupe-fiasco.html' title='Words I Never Said - Lupe Fiasco'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/btQKGvVRnZ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-376583367531569457</id><published>2011-03-18T15:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:12.664-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>LTJ - Atlantis</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-g3RUnx9svM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-376583367531569457?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/376583367531569457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/ltj-atlantis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/376583367531569457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/376583367531569457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/ltj-atlantis.html' title='LTJ - Atlantis'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-g3RUnx9svM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-3171828333666520105</id><published>2011-03-18T12:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:14.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Step Into a World - KRS One</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wQyJf4N4QTw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-3171828333666520105?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3171828333666520105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/step-into-world-krs-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3171828333666520105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3171828333666520105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/step-into-world-krs-one.html' title='Step Into a World - KRS One'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wQyJf4N4QTw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-380711621574878982</id><published>2011-03-13T14:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:17.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Junior Boys - In The Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jAr-ABuDtGI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too young (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too young, Oh (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl the night's not over (Oh, too young)&lt;br /&gt;We're not getting older&lt;br /&gt;They can chase forever&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in the morning there's a million names to choose from&lt;br /&gt;You don't care just take one&lt;br /&gt;Leave a place to rest on&lt;br /&gt;Because you're too young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're too young&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're too young&lt;br /&gt;You're too young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too young, Oh (x4)&lt;br /&gt;Too young, Uh (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes another million,&lt;br /&gt;Just wrap it up we own it&lt;br /&gt;This night's a skill we hone it&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning would you tell me that it's over?&lt;br /&gt;You think that you'd do better&lt;br /&gt;To stick with someone older&lt;br /&gt;Because we're too young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, too young (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too young&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're too young in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;We're too young&lt;br /&gt;We're too young in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-380711621574878982?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/380711621574878982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/junior-boys-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/380711621574878982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/380711621574878982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/junior-boys-in-morning.html' title='Junior Boys - In The Morning'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jAr-ABuDtGI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-3540438782710639974</id><published>2011-03-10T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:19.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Get It Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X7REpJlMfLo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-3540438782710639974?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3540438782710639974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-it-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3540438782710639974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3540438782710639974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-it-together.html' title='Get It Together'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X7REpJlMfLo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-238594235512815014</id><published>2011-03-07T18:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:28.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Radiohead - Everything in it's right place</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VrpGhEVyrk0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything, everything, everything..&lt;br /&gt;In its right place&lt;br /&gt;In its right place&lt;br /&gt;In its right place&lt;br /&gt;Right place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything, everything..&lt;br /&gt;In its right place&lt;br /&gt;In its right place&lt;br /&gt;Right place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two colours in my head&lt;br /&gt;There are two colours in my head&lt;br /&gt;What is that you tried to say?&lt;br /&gt;What was that you tried to say?&lt;br /&gt;Tried to say.. tried to say..&lt;br /&gt;Tried to say.. tried to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in its right place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-238594235512815014?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/238594235512815014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/radiohead-everything-in-its-right-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/238594235512815014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/238594235512815014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/radiohead-everything-in-its-right-place.html' title='Radiohead - Everything in it&apos;s right place'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VrpGhEVyrk0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8661402347500813423</id><published>2011-03-05T03:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:31.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not written by me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topic based'/><title type='text'>From Esquire - I couldn't agree more</title><content type='html'>A man carries cash. A man looks out for those around him — woman, friend, stranger. A man can cook eggs. A man can always find something good to watch on television. A man makes things — a rock wall, a table, the tuition money. Or he rebuilds — engines, watches, fortunes. He passes along expertise, one man to the next. Know-how survives him. This is immortality. A man can speak to dogs. A man fantasizes that kung fu lives deep inside him somewhere. A man knows how to sneak a look at cleavage and doesn't care if he gets busted once in a while. A man is good at his job. Not his work, not his avocation, not his hobby. Not his career. His job. It doesn't matter what his job is, because if a man doesn't like his job, he gets a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can look you up and down and figure some things out. Before you say a word, he makes you. From your suitcase, from your watch, from your posture. A man infers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man owns up. That's why Mark McGwire is not a man. A man grasps his mistakes. He lays claim to who he is, and what he was, whether he likes them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mistakes, though, he lets pass if no one notices. Like dropping the steak in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man loves the human body, the revelation of nakedness. He loves the sight of the pale breast, the physics of the human skeleton, the alternating current of the flesh. He is thrilled by the snatch, by the wrist, the sight of a bare shoulder. He likes the crease of a bent knee. When his woman bends to pick up her underwear, he feels that thrum that only a man can feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man doesn't point out that he did the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man looks out for children. Makes them stand behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man knows how to bust balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has had liquor enough in his life that he can order a drink without sounding breathless, clueless, or obtuse. When he doesn't want to think, he orders bourbon or something on tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the sauvignon blanc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man welcomes the coming of age. It frees him. It allows him to assume the upper hand and teaches him when to step aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he never has, and maybe he never will, but a man figures he can knock someone, somewhere, on his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not rely on rationalizations or explanations. He doesn't winnow, winnow, winnow until truths can be humbly categorized, or intellectualized, until behavior can be written off with an explanation. He doesn't see himself lost in some great maw of humanity, some grand sweep. That's the liberal thread; it's why men won't line up as liberals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man gets the door. Without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops traffic when he must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man resists formulations, questions belief, embraces ambiguity without making a fetish out of it. A man revisits his beliefs. Continually. That's why men won't forever line up with conservatives, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man knows his tools and how to use them — just the ones he needs. Knows which saw is for what, how to find the stud, when to use galvanized nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miter saw, incidentally, is the kind that sits on a table, has a circular blade, and is used for cutting at precise angles. Very satisfying saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man knows how to lose an afternoon. Drinking, playing Grand Theft Auto, driving aimlessly, shooting pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to lose a month, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man listens, and that's how he argues. He crafts opinions. He can pound the table, take the floor. It's not that he must. It's that he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is comfortable being alone. Loves being alone, actually. He sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he stands watch. He interrupts trouble. This is the state policeman. This is the poet. Men, both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man loves driving alone most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style — a man has that. No matter how eccentric that style is, it is uncontrived. It's a set of rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He understands the basic mechanics of the planet. Or he can close one eye, look up at the sun, and tell you what time of day it is. Or where north is. He can tell you where you might find something to eat or where the fish run. He understands electricity or the internal-combustion engine, the mechanics of flight or how to figure a pitcher's ERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man does not know everything. He doesn't try. He likes what other men know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can tell you he was wrong. That he did wrong. That he planned to. He can tell you when he is lost. He can apologize, even if sometimes it's just to put an end to the bickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man does not wither at the thought of dancing. But it is generally to be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man watches. Sometimes he goes and sits at an auction knowing he won't spend a dime, witnessing the temptation and the maneuvering of others. Sometimes he stands on the street corner watching stuff. This is not about quietude so much as collection. It is not about meditation so much as considering. A man refracts his vision and gains acuity. This serves him in every way. No one taught him this — to be quiet, to cipher, to watch. In this way, in these moments, the man is like a zoo animal: both captive and free. You cannot take your eyes off a man when he is like that. You shouldn't. The hell if you know what he is thinking, who he is, or what he will do next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8661402347500813423?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8661402347500813423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-esquire-i-couldnt-agree-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8661402347500813423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8661402347500813423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-esquire-i-couldnt-agree-more.html' title='From Esquire - I couldn&apos;t agree more'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-151748675795083852</id><published>2011-03-02T12:48:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:33.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>Dear Government Representative</title><content type='html'>Dear Government Representative,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statesmen, I write to you as a concerned citizen of the United States of America. My family has been in America since 1771, five years prior to the signing of our Declaration of Independence. I currently reside and work in Atlanta, Georgia- working in the business world as and Employee Benefits Adviser - working with regional and national companies, both large and small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically, we are in unique times – unprecedented in my understanding of our great nations past. I am of the independent school of thought – politically centered. I have placed votes for both Democratic and Republican representatives, principals and ideals in my 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on in our Nation? When our government must pass legislation to maintain funding  to allow the government to function for an additional two weeks? While bi-partisan bickering over financial matters large and small take place? Where are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has practical compromise gone? We are in the midst of a new world of globalization, internationally mixed economic dependencies, where nations no longer exist in a vacuum. Yet, we sit in a great recession – a depression among fellow citizens trying to maintain the economic dreams of “Old America”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we? When the radical principals of both the right wing and left wing have polarized politics to such an extent that common sense solutions can no longer be reached due to a war of media and politics? Is our only motivation driven by the almighty dollar, advertising, corporate contributions to campaigns, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have become so blinded by money that the Utilitarian philosophies that founded our country have been all together abandoned. When the government lacks efficiency on all levels; when business lacks Utilitarian/Humanitarian principals on all levels? Do any of you in politics have principals? Have the dollars driven you to insanity in your reasoning? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see is a fight between radically opposed opinions; a fight between extremes. We have witnessed historically, and currently, the violent and devastating affects of extreme ideologies through the ages, have we not? Yet, domestically we brew in our own in-fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is watching us, in-fighting. We do not appear free and happy, do we? How could we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very important concept in decision making at the highest levels. What is best for our nation as a whole? Take the extreme ideas from the right wing and the extreme ideas from the left wing and then find the middle of the road. Some might call this “common sense.” Is there none left on the State level, the Federal level? Is anybody paying attention, at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than narcissistically serving your political position for personal gains in the form of seeking re-election through playing the media, Internet, and every other form of self promotion... will one of you, any of you, please ignore your own self-centered future and stand up for what is “common sense”, what is valuable for the most people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you actually represent the best interest of the people of the United States, or are all of you simply in office to placate your own ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great shame for your efforts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward W. Bell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-151748675795083852?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/151748675795083852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-government-representative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/151748675795083852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/151748675795083852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-government-representative.html' title='Dear Government Representative'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-2773013072641557436</id><published>2011-02-27T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:35.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rn90iyutb7I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-2773013072641557436?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2773013072641557436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2773013072641557436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2773013072641557436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Rn90iyutb7I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8641004603276260217</id><published>2011-02-27T16:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:40.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gentle Reader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topic based'/><title type='text'>notes from a notebook - noted</title><content type='html'>Excerpts from my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept a notebook with me last year at all times during business and travel. I put down writings, blurbs, quotes, song lyrics, etc. I have decided to place them all on the internet - oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: some of these writings are quotes from authors with my own interjections - quotes from songs with my own interjections - if you recognize something, but know that the content is twisted - I twisted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/11/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transforming Dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have no reason to distrust our world, for it is not against us. - perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act just once with beauty &amp; courage. - perhaps every terror is, in its deepest essence, something that needs our recognition or help.” (Rilke) Trust ones own world, recognize the princess in the dragon. Terror needs our recognition. (edwilbe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;No date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m eatin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m eatin’ up&lt;br /&gt;Eatin myself over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m burning&lt;br /&gt;I’m burning&lt;br /&gt;I’m burning for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you want to live it up&lt;br /&gt;I know your burning too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m breakin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m breakin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m breakin’ up over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving up&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving up&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving up on loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m wakin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m wakin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m wakin’ up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m crackin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m crackin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m crackin up, lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pickin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m pickin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m pickin’ up without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m building’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m building’ up&lt;br /&gt;Fast without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m movin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m movin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m blowin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I’m blowin’ up&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m up!&lt;br /&gt;I’m up!&lt;br /&gt;Up!&lt;br /&gt;Up!&lt;br /&gt;Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edwilbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;No date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut fingers&lt;br /&gt;Morning confusion&lt;br /&gt;Lost love&lt;br /&gt;Further hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day job&lt;br /&gt;Art &amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;Passion &amp; Restraint&lt;br /&gt;Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety &amp; Illusion&lt;br /&gt;Parks &amp; Pot&lt;br /&gt;Creation &amp; Destruction&lt;br /&gt;Up &amp; Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- edwilbe&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort is fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- edwilbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men choose to fight &amp; die, rather than live in peace, when love is no longer an option for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;No date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;No date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Intro&lt;br /&gt;II. Corporate Youth&lt;br /&gt;- modern corporate environment&lt;br /&gt;- keep it loose&lt;br /&gt;- myths of efficiency in management&lt;br /&gt;- example in leadership&lt;br /&gt;III. Strategy &amp; Sports&lt;br /&gt;- art of war&lt;br /&gt;- stats of love&lt;br /&gt;- modern football - the relationship&lt;br /&gt;IV. Space, time &amp; God&lt;br /&gt;V. More on God &amp; Spirit&lt;br /&gt;VI. The quarrels of Religion&lt;br /&gt;VII. Religion in politics&lt;br /&gt;VIII. Rants&lt;br /&gt;IX. Humor &amp; Poetry&lt;br /&gt;X. Self &amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;No date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your cloistered walkways&lt;br /&gt;Poets would meet&lt;br /&gt;Gentle, deep &amp; masterful&lt;br /&gt;They were kings and queens of sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World full of players (Outkast &amp; Shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- unknown, I think it’s me. - edwilbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me not &lt;br /&gt;Silent past&lt;br /&gt;Come see me again&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain &lt;br /&gt;Was it&lt;br /&gt;An exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;Has met me&lt;br /&gt;Why care for those who hate you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niggas cannot see me,&lt;br /&gt;Be me,&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return to Saturn&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Lets Go!&lt;br /&gt;!Bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically I was a dime&lt;br /&gt;At the age of nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you waste your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby,&lt;br /&gt;Do you want more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge allegiance&lt;br /&gt;To my cosmic God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here on this agenda&lt;br /&gt;There is no pretendas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Black Thought &amp; edits and additions by edwilbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Autumn called em&lt;br /&gt;All those leave must fall down” -Andre 3000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;Tender boys&lt;br /&gt;Swapped for impenetrable men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solid heart is hard to break&lt;br /&gt;Its not that my heart broke; its that you wanted it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My optimism, love, &amp; passion for this world is equal to my self indulgent melancholy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees live and die every year. We are not designed to be robots - we should not be even all the time. Life is in the journey. The up and down. Live life - brace for the worst - take a risk-its all beautiful - the good, the bad. &lt;br /&gt;Spend long amounts of time being conservative in your approach, learn the rules, practice self restrain, and then… &lt;br /&gt;Break all the rules, let yourself go-take risk, and then… &lt;br /&gt;“do it again, yeah” (reference to NOFX’s murder the government)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you wasted life; why wouldn’t you waste death. You wasted life; why wouldn’t waste the afterlife” - modest mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. bicyclists should change out of their spandex before entering public places such as coffee shops or restaurants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edwilbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8641004603276260217?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8641004603276260217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/notes-from-notebook-noted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8641004603276260217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8641004603276260217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/notes-from-notebook-noted.html' title='notes from a notebook - noted'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-5235397884323675772</id><published>2011-02-26T22:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:42.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Again - Flyleaf (From God To You)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KbdCeWoEH1U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from God to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that your heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;with every injustice and deadly fate&lt;br /&gt;Praying it all be new&lt;br /&gt;and living like it all depends on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are down on your knees again&lt;br /&gt;trying to find air to breathe again&lt;br /&gt;And only surrender will help you now&lt;br /&gt;I love you please see and believe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you’re never satisfied&lt;br /&gt;with face value wisdom and happy lies&lt;br /&gt;you take what they say and go back and cry&lt;br /&gt;you’re so close to me that you nearly died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are down on your knees again&lt;br /&gt;trying to find air to breathe again&lt;br /&gt;And only surrender will help you now&lt;br /&gt;I love you please see and believe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they don’t have to understand you&lt;br /&gt;be strong&lt;br /&gt;wait and know I understand you&lt;br /&gt;be still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are down on your knees again&lt;br /&gt;trying to find air to breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Only surrender will help you now&lt;br /&gt;The floodgates are breaking &lt;br /&gt;they're pouring out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are down on your knees &lt;br /&gt;trying to find air to breathe &lt;br /&gt;right where I want you to be again&lt;br /&gt;i love you please see and believe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are down on your knees again&lt;br /&gt;trying to find air to breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Right where I want you to be again&lt;br /&gt;See and believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-5235397884323675772?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5235397884323675772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/again-flyleaf-from-god-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5235397884323675772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5235397884323675772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/again-flyleaf-from-god-to-you.html' title='Again - Flyleaf (From God To You)'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KbdCeWoEH1U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4691422179534512101</id><published>2011-02-26T16:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:44.814-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topic based'/><title type='text'>Insure</title><content type='html'>Writing pieces of paper, purchased for security; products designed to prevent the worst in life. They are nothing more than letters on a page. Words that make a promise to protect people from harm done by health, hazard, accident, natural disaster, critical illnesses, and any even death. Pay the price, buy security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a collection of money. A pool of money designed to insure. People pay into the "security pool"; it pays them when the time is right. A brilliant idea based in the utilitarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it worked, as it was designed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edwilbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4691422179534512101?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4691422179534512101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/insure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4691422179534512101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4691422179534512101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/insure.html' title='Insure'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4288489483538340267</id><published>2011-02-24T19:31:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:47.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topic based'/><title type='text'>Untitled - 1</title><content type='html'>Now a sample - of what I really write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From the Chapter “Corporate Youth” Copy Right 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning urban smell of highway, and standstill rush hour traffic drifted in the window of his car. A veteran of the morning commute. While others honk, struggle with acceptance and develop anxiety - Will sips his coffee and absorbs his morning news radio show with peace. He has developed a Zen approach to his daily commute. Filed it in his mind as his “alone time”. His moment of quite. Where he develops positions of his mind for the days work and demands. Here, in his car the attitude is formed, the focus is developed. He makes his way to the office with precision, knowing when to change lanes for optimum timing. He has mastered the flow of this Atlanta river and knows how navigate the trip. When the road allows for 80mph and when to expect the 5 mph bump and scoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon his arrival to the parking lot he takes his usual spot and wastes no time exiting the car and heading for the entrance to the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in the lobby of marble floor and long wooden columns he checks the gig line of his shirt and pants and proceeds. Noticing Jim at the elevator he knows what time it is automatically. Jim has been at the company for 30 years and one could set their clock by his morning movement. A dinosaur of the industry, Jim considers the smart phone an alien product and views the youth of the company as the “cyber generation”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator door opens and it appears Jim and Will are taking the ride alone this morning. Jim pushes the button for the 2nd floor with a head nod in Will's direction.“DING!” The door slowly shuts. A moment of silence as they each face forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How was the weekend for yah?” Jim asks with a touch of over expressed enthusiasm on a Monday morning at 8:00 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pretty good. I got really drunk on Saturday night and ended up sleeping with some random. She was horrible in bed! She didn’t stay the night though, so I guess - I broke even by avoiding the awkward morning. Overall it was a stellar weekend, Jim. What about you?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will responds sharply, knowing that Jim is of the Evangelical Christian movement and ‘on the way out‘. There is a brief moment of awkward silence while Jim contemplates if the statement is meant as a joke or to be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Haahah, You had me for a second there kiddio!” Jim laughs as he slaps Will’s shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By this time the elevator door has opened and Will is halfway in the hallway. Striding toward a set of double doors leading to his office with a grin on his face. He can’t help but be amused that some are so naive in their faith that they can’t even recognize the truth when they hear it. The perfect irony for what will prove to be an excellent Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- edwilbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4288489483538340267?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4288489483538340267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/untitled-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4288489483538340267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4288489483538340267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/untitled-1.html' title='Untitled - 1'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-9020178668240032240</id><published>2011-02-20T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:49.260-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Heart Cooks Brain - Modest Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p2qgEl4KWB4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heart Cooks Brain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow walk&lt;br /&gt;It's land mine&lt;br /&gt;It's coal mine&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad thought&lt;br /&gt;On the way to god don't know&lt;br /&gt;my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get my head clear&lt;br /&gt;i push things out through my mouth i get refilled through my ears&lt;br /&gt;i'm on my way to god don't know or even care&lt;br /&gt;my brain's the weak heart, and my heart's the long stairs&lt;br /&gt;Inland from Vancouver shore&lt;br /&gt;the ravens and the seagulls push each other inward and outward&lt;br /&gt;inward and outward&lt;br /&gt;in this place that i call home&lt;br /&gt;my brain's the cliff, and my heart's the bitter buffalo&lt;br /&gt;my heart's the bitter buffalo&lt;br /&gt;we tore one down, and erected another there&lt;br /&gt;the match of the century: absence versus thin air&lt;br /&gt;on the way to god don't know&lt;br /&gt;my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal&lt;br /&gt;on this life that we call home&lt;br /&gt;the years go fast and the days go so slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-9020178668240032240?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/9020178668240032240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/heart-cooks-brain-modest-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/9020178668240032240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/9020178668240032240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/heart-cooks-brain-modest-mouse.html' title='Heart Cooks Brain - Modest Mouse'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/p2qgEl4KWB4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-7892130959659072893</id><published>2011-02-20T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:52.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>My name is Jonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qdefe7l7_Zc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jonas&lt;br /&gt;I'm carrying the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all you've shown us&lt;br /&gt;But this is how we feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come sit next to me&lt;br /&gt;Pour yourself some tea&lt;br /&gt;Just like grandma made&lt;br /&gt;When we couldn't find sleep&lt;br /&gt;Things were better then&lt;br /&gt;Once but never again&lt;br /&gt;We've all left the den&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choo-choo train left right on time&lt;br /&gt;A ticket cost only your mind&lt;br /&gt;The driver said "Hey man, we go all the way,"&lt;br /&gt;Of course we were willing to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Wepeel&lt;br /&gt;Gotta box full of your toys&lt;br /&gt;They're fresh out of batteries&lt;br /&gt;But they're still makin' noise, makin' noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Now the tank is dry&lt;br /&gt;Now this wheel is flat&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else?&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I received&lt;br /&gt;In the mail today&lt;br /&gt;Words of deep concern&lt;br /&gt;From my little brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building's not goin' as he planned&lt;br /&gt;The foreman has injured his hand&lt;br /&gt;The dozer will not clear a path&lt;br /&gt;The driver swears he learned his math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workers are going home&lt;br /&gt;The workers are going home&lt;br /&gt;The workers are going home&lt;br /&gt;The workers are going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workers are going home&lt;br /&gt;The workers are going home&lt;br /&gt;The workers are going home&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jonas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-7892130959659072893?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7892130959659072893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-name-is-jonas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7892130959659072893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7892130959659072893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-name-is-jonas.html' title='My name is Jonas'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qdefe7l7_Zc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8839937869519266298</id><published>2011-02-16T23:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:54.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Pool Shark - Sublime</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uW2d1MfMbEc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyin' in my plastic bed&lt;br /&gt;thinkin' how things weren't so cool to me &lt;br /&gt;my baby likes to shoot pool&lt;br /&gt;I like lyin' naked in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;tying on the dinosaur tonight&lt;br /&gt;it used to be so cool to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i've got the needle&lt;br /&gt;and i can shake but i can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;i take it away&lt;br /&gt;but i want more, and more&lt;br /&gt;one day i'm gonna lose the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyin' in my plastic bed&lt;br /&gt;thinkin' how things weren't so cool to me &lt;br /&gt;my baby like to shoot pool&lt;br /&gt;like lyin' naked in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;tying on the dinosaur tonight&lt;br /&gt;it used to be so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i got the needle&lt;br /&gt;and i can shake but i can't breath&lt;br /&gt;i take it away&lt;br /&gt;but i want more, and more&lt;br /&gt;one day i'm gonna lose the war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8839937869519266298?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8839937869519266298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/pool-shark-sublime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8839937869519266298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8839937869519266298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/pool-shark-sublime.html' title='Pool Shark - Sublime'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uW2d1MfMbEc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4755187349879567627</id><published>2011-02-16T16:03:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:56.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Pretty Sure You Are Wrong</title><content type='html'>Rarely - very rarely – do I state that somebody is flat out wrong. Being a student of truth and accuracy - which is constantly vague and changing – never still – always s a moving object - rarely do I say with complete absolution that somebody is “wrong”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been burnt, so many times in the past, having been proven incorrect during some of my greatest moments of intelligence and intuition, so many times – I stay away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I try not to even frame things in the context of right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally – I have begun to view some situations from a mental construct of “right” and “wrong”. I try to leave room for error – even overcompensating for what could be “false perspective.” I gave that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now conceded – You were and are completely, absolutely 100% - wrong. About yourself, those around you, and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody so sure they are correct – mind numbingly persuasive in their own false perspective – built by only themselves. The greatest indicator of your complete “wrongness” – was how impetuously sure you were of your “correctness”!! Accuracy is something in the middle, no? Something not so left or right. Like much of the world – it is in the balance that we are proven WRONG by our OWN extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion. You are WRONG! – and you know who you are. As we all do when we are so obviously wrong. It is a sinking feeling, no? A feeling of “defense” – a feeling of “fuck it”. A feeling of “wrong”. I expect years of denial. Only the most powerful “wrongness” can bring somebody to lie so amazingly unto themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can take years to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace your wrongness – and move on. Maybe one day you can make up for it, but I wouldn’t count on that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry – I’ve been there. We all have, but some of us take longer to admit it – to themselves. Welcome to the "wrong" club. The first way to get out of it - is to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I talking to? You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- edwilbe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4755187349879567627?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4755187349879567627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-sure-you-are-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4755187349879567627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4755187349879567627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-sure-you-are-wrong.html' title='Pretty Sure You Are Wrong'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4163183529503808111</id><published>2011-02-14T16:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:24:58.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topic based'/><title type='text'>What is it going to take?</title><content type='html'>What are the current divorce rates in America? It is frequently reported that the divorce rate in America is 50%. This data is not accurately correct, however, it is reasonably close to an actual fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Americans for Divorce Reform estimates that probably, 40 or possibly even 50 percent of marriages will end in divorce if current trends continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age at marriage for those who divorce in America According to DivorceRate.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age : Women         &lt;br /&gt;Under 20 years old 27.6% &lt;br /&gt;20 to 24 years old 36.6% &lt;br /&gt;25 to 29 years old 16.4% &lt;br /&gt;30 to 34 years old 8.5% &lt;br /&gt;35 to 39 years old 5.1% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age :  Men &lt;br /&gt;Under 20 years old  11.7% &lt;br /&gt;20 to 24 years old  38.8% &lt;br /&gt;25 to 29 years old  22.3% &lt;br /&gt;30 to 34 years old  11.6% &lt;br /&gt;35 to 39 years old  6.5% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following statement about the divorce rates in America reveals all the details about distribution. According to enrichment journal on the divorce rates in America, the divorce rate in America for first marriage is 41%; the divorce rate in America for second marriage is 60%; the divorce rate in America for third marriage is 73%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to discovery channel, couples with children have a slightly lower rate of divorce than childless couples. Sociologists believe that childlessness is also a common cause of divorce. The absence of children leads to loneliness and weariness and even in the United States; at least 66 per cent of all divorced couples are childless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to some experts, however, divorce rates tend to go down primarily because more couples live together without marrying. Other researchers have documented what they call “the divorce divide,” contending that divorce rates are indeed falling substantively among college-educated couples but not among less-affluent, less-educated couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The divorce rate in America is more than 50%, which means one in two couples will break up. Why it is so high. What is the real reason for them to divorce? I think we should look for the answer from the American belief. Freedom is one of the most important beliefs for America and nothing can replace it besides love. When they married, they don’t run for long love. If they think the love and family can’t offer their happiness and safety, they would choose to divorce. They wouldn’t think more about the family or the children because they take themselves as the center. That means they love freedom not stability. Their dreams are running for their own blessedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the divorce rates in America rises, bad effects do happen on the children who are use to growing up with both parents. When both parents raise a child, the child is learning different things from each parent. The child is also developing its own personality by getting traits from each parent. When divorce leads one parent to leave the household, it has a huge effect on the children. Both parents need to continue to play an important role in the child’s life. When a parent leaves the household, this can make the child withdraw and feel unwanted. It can affect their schoolwork, social skills, and their activities. They may act out in different ways, to show you they are not happy with this change in their life. It may also affect the child when the child becomes an adult. When the child becomes a parent, they may think it is not important for their child to have both parents involved in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edwilbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4163183529503808111?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4163183529503808111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-it-going-to-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4163183529503808111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4163183529503808111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-it-going-to-take.html' title='What is it going to take?'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8161097664389906977</id><published>2011-02-04T15:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:28:41.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topic based'/><title type='text'>Adjectives -</title><content type='html'>What I want to be every day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unifying&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive&lt;br /&gt;Dependable&lt;br /&gt;Empathic&lt;br /&gt;Curious&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate&lt;br /&gt;Honest&lt;br /&gt;Kind&lt;br /&gt;Brave&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated&lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;br /&gt;Loyal&lt;br /&gt;Healthy&lt;br /&gt;Positive&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Loving&lt;br /&gt;Determined&lt;br /&gt;Creative&lt;br /&gt;Open Minded&lt;br /&gt;Amazed&lt;br /&gt;Grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edwilbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8161097664389906977?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8161097664389906977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/adjectives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8161097664389906977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8161097664389906977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/adjectives.html' title='Adjectives -'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-6966724870674817236</id><published>2011-02-03T15:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:25:03.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>I can mail it to you!</title><content type='html'>What exactly does this computer do well? Everything is blocked on it. It is running XP with office 03. This is certainly the worst business station I have seen in a long time. I am surprised it let me open blogger! I think I am on dial up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Rural America needs an update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe there are people who don’t use email to do business? I had a lady ask me to mail her a letter with the documents I need her to sign. “Do you have a fax machine?” I ask? “No sir, it has been broken for some time.” – Wow. So, if I need to get all of the work done for this client -  that would mean I need to mail that shit… today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read every single word of the contract… EVERY DAMN WORD. She asked me more questions about the clauses in the contract than anybody has EVER. I don’t’ even think our legal team knows what half of this jargin means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- edwilbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-6966724870674817236?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6966724870674817236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-can-mail-it-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6966724870674817236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6966724870674817236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-can-mail-it-to-you.html' title='I can mail it to you!'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8211892773484928200</id><published>2011-02-02T11:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:25:06.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Thinking about Biz</title><content type='html'>Call – corresponded, connect, strategize, manage, communicate, meet, re-meet to re-communicate: Rinse – Repeat. Get the details – isolate them – find their greater meaning. Back up, see the big picture – find the vision, direction. Do the details and the big picture point in the same direction? What is the simplest solution? What is the most convoluted? What is the traditional approach? The radical one? What makes the most sense for this company? What is the relationship? What is the specialty? Do the numbers and the culture match? Are we doing what is best for the employees? Is this all about money? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knock them out of the park, each question - I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to amaze myself – I love consulting, management, analysis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day somebody is going to pay me a lot of money to do what I do. BUT How do I do it for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edwilbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8211892773484928200?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8211892773484928200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/thinking-about-biz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8211892773484928200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8211892773484928200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/thinking-about-biz.html' title='Thinking about Biz'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-5401907322954250047</id><published>2011-02-01T16:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:25:10.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not written by me'/><title type='text'>Fight Club</title><content type='html'>Narrator: You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and string green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Only after disaster can we be resurrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: This is crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: People do it everyday, they talk to themselves... they see themselves as they'd like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: OK. Give me some water!&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or...&lt;br /&gt;[shouts]&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Please let me have it... *Please*!&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: [pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane] You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: So you can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: That's, um... That's an interesting theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marla Singer: I've got a stomachful of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marla Singer: Your whacked out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! They almost broke my arm! They were burning their fingertips with lye, the stink was unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after vigorous sex with Tyler Durden]&lt;br /&gt;Marla Singer: My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: I am Jack's smirking revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Chesler: Is that your blood?&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Some of it, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: [about the soap] Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just...&lt;br /&gt;Marla Singer: - instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after meeting and having sex with Marla]&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: [to Tyler, while looking at a Calvin Klein-esque ad on the bus] Is that what a real man is supposed to look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: [being embraced by Bob at the group therapy session for Testicular Cancer] Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one.&lt;br /&gt;Business woman on plane: Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents?&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: You wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;Business woman on plane: Which car company do you work for?&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: A major one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[meeting aboard an airliner]&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: What do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: I am Jack's raging bile duct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Do you know what a duvet is?&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: It's a comforter...&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and me know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we then?&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: ...Consumers?&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Right. We are consumers. We're the bi-products of a lifestyle obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving friends.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: There's always that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: I am Jack's wasted life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: I am Jack's broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[last lines]&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marla Singer: ...Condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night... then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: What?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-5401907322954250047?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5401907322954250047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/fight-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5401907322954250047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5401907322954250047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/fight-club.html' title='Fight Club'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-2735341488435720759</id><published>2011-02-01T09:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:25:13.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Feb 1 -11</title><content type='html'>Communication:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice. To be heard. If each of us could actively listen as passionately as we speak. So much focus on getting the message out. Writing correctly, speaking correctly, form words and ideas in new ways. We place so much energy on output, yet we never seem to focus on if we are understanding correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening, observation – is an art. My greatest moments of speaking are useless compared to what I have experienced when listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our society seems jaded, no? We have been so programmed on self interests that we have lost sight of empathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.- The Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An over simplification - it seems to me that if the emphasis is on personal gain and/or success there is little room for compassion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the emphasis is on happiness then compassion is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a master of it. A master of it. A master of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those that we love and lost are not so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- edwilbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-2735341488435720759?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2735341488435720759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/todays-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2735341488435720759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2735341488435720759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/02/todays-thoughts.html' title='Feb 1 -11'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8637092077990788118</id><published>2011-01-31T23:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:02.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>2.856245</title><content type='html'>To be a subject of the world, to it. To live life as we should. To fail, to succeed, to decide neither failure or success matter. To think freely. The spirit of life is in the complete order and chaos of it all. It is both alive and dead at all times. Orderly chaos. Random - Intent. Drop the dualism at the door - and all of it’s faults. The emotional and psychological impacts of dualism. Not all things are either this or that - more time than not they are both this and that , all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we organize our minds according to system filings. Past, Present, future, 3:45 a.m. all these measurements keeping things mapped out. Ordered! For the sake of Order! We take these hard and fast terms - and blindly apply them to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back up here a moment. 2+2 is only equal to four if you identified the 2. Maybe 2+2=4 would be better stated - as simply “4”. Well, it is already?… that is why we just say.. “four”! We don’t say 2+2 = 4 every time we say the number “four” aloud. No, we don’t always break things down, deconstruction, now do we? What the hell am I talking about, you ask? Dualism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It affects our perception of the world. Our lives. We see patterns - that we identified. They are not true - simply because we identify them as so. 2+2= 4 only if you have identified it as so. 2 apples + 2 apples in reality is most likely 2.23484 Apples + 2.856245 Apples - which would equal 5.09 (etc)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2+2=4 only because we identify it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e. Your life. My life. The World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edwilbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8637092077990788118?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8637092077990788118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/2856245.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8637092077990788118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8637092077990788118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/2856245.html' title='2.856245'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1958426815438019982</id><published>2011-01-30T23:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:05.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Only One - Black Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QnEgHEEo21o" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1958426815438019982?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1958426815438019982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/only-one-black-keys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1958426815438019982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1958426815438019982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/only-one-black-keys.html' title='Only One - Black Keys'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QnEgHEEo21o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-5661180410417481812</id><published>2011-01-28T14:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:07.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Negative Creep - Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C-r9tuPrZK4" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is out of our range (x3)&lt;br /&gt;and grown&lt;br /&gt;This is getting to be (x3)&lt;br /&gt;drone!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a negative creep (x3)&lt;br /&gt;and I'm stoned!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a negative creep (x3)&lt;br /&gt;and I'm ... (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddys little girl ain't a girl no more (x6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is out of our range (x3)&lt;br /&gt;and its crowd&lt;br /&gt;This is getting to be (x3)&lt;br /&gt;a drone!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a negative creep (x3)&lt;br /&gt;and I'm stoned!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a negative creep (x3)&lt;br /&gt;and I'm ... (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddys little girl ain't a girl no more (x6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck!&lt;br /&gt;Drone! &lt;br /&gt;Stoned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more (x14)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-5661180410417481812?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5661180410417481812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/negative-creep-nirvana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5661180410417481812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5661180410417481812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/negative-creep-nirvana.html' title='Negative Creep - Nirvana'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C-r9tuPrZK4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1439096464432253704</id><published>2011-01-27T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:09.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>House of Cards - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be your lover&lt;br /&gt;No matter how it ends&lt;br /&gt;No matter how it starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your house of cards&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do mine&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your house of cards&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall off the table,&lt;br /&gt;And get swept under&lt;br /&gt;Denial, denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infrastructure will collapse&lt;br /&gt;From voltage spikes&lt;br /&gt;Throw your keys in the bowl&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your husband 'good night'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your house of cards&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do mine&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your house of cards&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall off the table,&lt;br /&gt;And get swept under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial, denial&lt;br /&gt;Denial, denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ears are burning&lt;br /&gt;Denial, denial&lt;br /&gt;Your ears should be burning&lt;br /&gt;Denial, denial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1439096464432253704?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1439096464432253704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/house-of-cards-radiohead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1439096464432253704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1439096464432253704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/house-of-cards-radiohead.html' title='House of Cards - Radiohead'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-5213780744098327286</id><published>2011-01-17T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:12.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><title type='text'>Daily Horoscope</title><content type='html'>This day brings about positive changes in security, savings, expenses,  cost of living and the changes you and others are trying to make happen.   This is one of your best overall days.  You may find yourself having  more interest and energy at home and with the family--perhaps having  less polish on the job just now.  Your home life will lay the foundation  for greater confidence at work.  This is a healing time for the spirit,  family, friends, creativeness, etc.  Be more cautious about financial  commitments just now.  Long trips could be planned after March.  Life is  easier than you think--all you have to do is accept the impossible, do  without the indispensable, bear the intolerable and be able to smile at  most anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-5213780744098327286?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5213780744098327286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/daily-horoscope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5213780744098327286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5213780744098327286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/daily-horoscope.html' title='Daily Horoscope'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1815392184627421372</id><published>2011-01-12T22:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:14.515-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topic based'/><title type='text'>On The Future of Social Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TS51dprf_xI/AAAAAAAAARA/wG0zqpqe7g8/s1600/secondlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561511742114103058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TS51dprf_xI/AAAAAAAAARA/wG0zqpqe7g8/s400/secondlife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The birth of an entirely new form of communication is always a huge step forward in human history. From the invention of the written word, books, telegrams, phones, email, etc. The smart phone, social media sites, and the modern attitude of the “constantly connected” have invented new social caveats into our day to day lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One might argue the popularity of this type of communication is an attack on personal privacy. Another might argue the beauty of this type of social interaction is the value of transparency. It seems every few months a newer, or more specialized, form of social networking communication is invented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are pros and cons. As in most things the value and perspective of social media is in the eye of the beholder (user).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I see peers adjusting, and readjusting, their attitudes and actions in such social networks. Those who are most active in social media have practically developed ‘brands’ for themselves depending on the network. i.e. On Linked In (social network for professionals) a user may present the ‘professional’ side of their own brand, while being more divulging of more personal information on networks such as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some users share what can be an annoyingly large amount of personal information and others never share a thing – acting merely as onlookers. Others still, carry an attitude of apathy or non-concern over the value of communication on social media. Simply stating it is for “entertainment proposes only”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a lie.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Terms like “netiquette” have taken on new meaning and much like real society certain social norms and ab-norms are developing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Others still, use social media as a marketing device. Some for marketing their personal ability, skills, life, ideas, etc. and some to actually market a company or product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I personally rearranged my own networks a few times. At first expanding it as large as possible, and then reducing my number of connections to people I actually want to know about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have separate networks for work and personal life, a third still for writing – multiple &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; alias’ etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I read a book in the early 90s called “&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cyberia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”, which predicted that people would eventually spend large amounts of time online and in “virtual worlds”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I see the next step in social media (5 to 10 years) we will see social media sites with complete 3D graphics chassis on them. Much like a 3D online game. As the Internet develops in capacity to support such interfaces. Actually, they have already created social environments like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Second Life”is complete with entire virtual cities, shops, bars, bowling allies, race car tracks, adult entertainment locations, movies, dance clubs, etc.(all created by users)(&lt;a href="http://secondlife.com/"&gt;http://secondlife.com/&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Second Life is free. You can create a home, buy land, get a job, etc... it is NOT A GAME and it is an open-ended &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;. Can you say?: "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nerdtastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can not even imagine having enough time for something like this, but I would guess this is very similar to the future of social media environment. (as websites become more elaborate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During last years’ protests in Iran we saw how social media can drive a revolution. (thank you twitter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One thing seems to be certain – the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has become a ‘decide your own level of involvement’ environment. Secondly, this story is still developing. Goldman recently invested a large sum of money into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A real turning point – when a huge financial institution is ready to put 500 million on the line for what it has declared “valuable”. I have a few friends who have removed themselves entirely from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a result of this. Possibly consumer choices meant to voice discontent with major corporations taking interest in what has become the “peoples voice”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Regardless it is 2011 - worlds have become closer together as a result of social media, for better – or worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;edwilbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1815392184627421372?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1815392184627421372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-social-media.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1815392184627421372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1815392184627421372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-social-media.html' title='On The Future of Social Media'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TS51dprf_xI/AAAAAAAAARA/wG0zqpqe7g8/s72-c/secondlife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1814001232290756569</id><published>2010-11-29T11:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:17.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1814001232290756569?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1814001232290756569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/grateful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1814001232290756569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1814001232290756569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/grateful.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1297004969615603557</id><published>2010-11-28T23:37:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:19.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topic based'/><title type='text'>30 years.</title><content type='html'>- 95% of what they told you when you were a child is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being optimistic is more fruitful than being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Determination is powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have mentors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hesitation leads to failure, pain, and/or death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everybody thinks they are special - most aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Happiness is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is both random and intended, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thoughts are powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Actions are more powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everything is about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sex is powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Under promise, over deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never forget where you came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Success is self defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never allow somebody to convince you- that you are something- you are not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dream - and change the dream if needed. Don't hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be good - it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Win gracefully - Lose with a learning mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't take life so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fail, uh- lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We are here to live and die. So is everything else that is alive on earth. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Momentum. Get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being more intelligent than most people simply means you are that much more aware of how dumb we all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everybody deserves a second chance - or 30 chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being disappointed by another person is expected - being surprised is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Time is your most valuable asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Smile - it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ignorance is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Work hard, very hard - It pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Choose your battles wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everything happens for a reason, otherwise it wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People lie, often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fulfillment is the divorcement of "self".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't waste time on what other people think of you - if you believe - so will they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wisdom is a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tell everybody you love them- tell them so much they hate it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't be afraid to sacrifice your reputation, or career for truth and/or doing the right thing - it pays off, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let your haters be your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay positive - always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your Mother and Father very well might have a better idea of what you should be, do or think than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We are all here to love one another and science and religion are both searching for one idea... love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have forgotten more than I once knew, already. 60 year old people must be gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loyalty is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having a pure heart and giving everything you have, doesn't mean you will get it back... givers are truly giving.... not getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Humility is a life long quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Very few people are self aware, or enjoy thinking about who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Music is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Regrets are normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The good die young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To truly connect to another person is very hard to do - and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Words are cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Actions are impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Judgement is the product of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fear is the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love is the only quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Truth is rare- if you find somebody that tells you what they really think.. hold tight.. even if it is uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Money is corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am glad to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you think you have everything figured out - you are about to fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gratitude is the most powerful emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You only need to know two prayers. Thank You &amp;amp; Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay away from people who pressure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Honesty is the greatest asset. (be careful, most people can't deal with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you are wrong - admit it - quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you are right - don't flaunt - ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Karma is REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People who don't believe in a "God" are very egotistical - People who believe only in "their God" are equally so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh or Cry - when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Confidence is neither high or low - it is middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We are very small &amp;amp; dumb - humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The media lies - politicians lie - business lies- ego lies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Internet is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being Kind is an art form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Good men are hard to find; good women are harder to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Expectations are a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dance. Sing. - doesn't matter if you suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life is not about you, or me, it is about US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The second you give into negative thought and corruption- your soul dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There is always a new path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life is hard, but simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Commitment is very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;edwilbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1297004969615603557?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1297004969615603557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1297004969615603557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1297004969615603557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-years.html' title='30 years.'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-5784902260116777883</id><published>2010-11-19T13:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:22.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Tighten Up! - Black Keys</title><content type='html'>(Couldn't Have Said It Better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tighten Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted love, I needed love,&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, most of all&lt;br /&gt;Someone said true love was dead&lt;br /&gt;...And I'm bound to fall, bound to fall&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my badge but my heart remains&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you, baby child&lt;br /&gt;Tighten up on your reigns&lt;br /&gt;You're runnin' wild, runnin' wild&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick for days in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;I'm achin' now, I'm achin' now&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these I need relief&lt;br /&gt;Please show me how, show me how&lt;br /&gt;To get right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young and moving fast&lt;br /&gt;Nothing slowed me down, slowed me down&lt;br /&gt;Now I let the others pass&lt;br /&gt;I've come around, come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living just to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Going just to stay sane&lt;br /&gt;All the while never knowing&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to get steady&lt;br /&gt;I know just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you to get ready&lt;br /&gt;My dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/flkByutsgTg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/flkByutsgTg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/2839909417917036533-5784902260116777883?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5784902260116777883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/tighten-up-black-keys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5784902260116777883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/5784902260116777883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/tighten-up-black-keys.html' title='Tighten Up! - Black Keys'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8532795586095561410</id><published>2010-11-06T12:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:25.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>How a relationship ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mcs3wSzqTI8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mcs3wSzqTI8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(boy)&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please call a surgeon&lt;br /&gt;Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That your're deserting for better company?&lt;br /&gt;I can't accept that it's over...&lt;br /&gt;I will block the door like a goalie tending the net&lt;br /&gt;In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just say how to make it right&lt;br /&gt;And i swear i'll do my best to comply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better&lt;br /&gt;Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(girl)&lt;br /&gt;I feel must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself&lt;br /&gt;With these revisions and gaps in history&lt;br /&gt;So let me help you remember.&lt;br /&gt;I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.&lt;br /&gt;I've prepared a lecture on why i have to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please back away and let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(boy)&lt;br /&gt;I can't my darling i love you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better&lt;br /&gt;Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(girl)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future&lt;br /&gt;Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(boy)&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i have made mistakes and i swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll never wrong you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(girl)&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lure i can't deny,&lt;br /&gt;But you've had your chance so say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8532795586095561410?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8532795586095561410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-relationship-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8532795586095561410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8532795586095561410'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4318871064114506619</id><published>2010-11-04T14:53:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:30.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Sleeping In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQILYFaeoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/I3aPAJGwf68/s1600/Earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 341px; display: block; height: 330px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536058833481923202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQILYFaeoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/I3aPAJGwf68/s400/Earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had the strangest dream&lt;br /&gt;Where everything was exactly how it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Where there was never any mystery on who shot john f kennedy&lt;br /&gt;It was just a man with something to prove&lt;br /&gt;Slightly bored and severely confused&lt;br /&gt;He steadied his rifle with his target in the center&lt;br /&gt;And became famous on that day in november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQIq63TWGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/S34No6cmniI/s1600/2142455159_b8cf1c5e8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536059375393921122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQIq63TWGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/S34No6cmniI/s400/2142455159_b8cf1c5e8f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wake me i plan on sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;Dont wake me i plan on sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQJmpqhbII/AAAAAAAAAQk/3CSscsQEyWw/s1600/909033596_71da95269a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQJmpqhbII/AAAAAAAAAQk/3CSscsQEyWw/s400/909033596_71da95269a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536060401569066114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again last night I had that strange dream&lt;br /&gt;Where everything was exactly how it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Concerns about the world getting warmer&lt;br /&gt;People thought they were just being rewarded&lt;br /&gt;For treating others as they like to be treated&lt;br /&gt;For obeying stop signs and curing diseases&lt;br /&gt;For mailing letters with the address of the sender&lt;br /&gt;Now we can swim any day in November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQKckPOPdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/77US17w3SWg/s1600/1703018502_d38b042581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQKckPOPdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/77US17w3SWg/s400/1703018502_d38b042581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536061327825321426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wake me i plan on sleeping&lt;br /&gt;(now we can swim any day in November)&lt;br /&gt;Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;Dont wake me i plan on sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;Dont wake me i plan on sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQGxPV0DHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qvgSHgKXd-M/s1600/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 293px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536057284946562162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQGxPV0DHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qvgSHgKXd-M/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleeping-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4318871064114506619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4318871064114506619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleeping-in.html' title='Sleeping In'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TNQILYFaeoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/I3aPAJGwf68/s72-c/Earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-7901817567397846024</id><published>2010-11-04T14:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:33.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Nothing Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Boy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please call a surgeon&lt;br /&gt;Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That you're deserting for better company?&lt;br /&gt;I can't accept that it's over...&lt;br /&gt;And I will block the door like a goalie tending the net&lt;br /&gt;In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just say how to make it right&lt;br /&gt;And i swear I'll do my best to comply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better&lt;br /&gt;Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Girl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself&lt;br /&gt;With these revisions and gaps in history&lt;br /&gt;So let me help you remember.&lt;br /&gt;I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.&lt;br /&gt;I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please back away and let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Boy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't my darling i love you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better&lt;br /&gt;Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Girl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future&lt;br /&gt;Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Boy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have made mistakes and i swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll never wrong you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Girl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lure i can't deny,&lt;br /&gt;But you've had your chance so say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-7901817567397846024?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7901817567397846024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7901817567397846024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7901817567397846024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-better.html' title='Nothing Better'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-6071456874254393685</id><published>2010-10-04T17:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:36.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>A Tribe Called Quest - Stressed Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6f-pzi8n8Gc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6f-pzi8n8Gc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro/Chorus: Faith Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out&lt;br /&gt;When you’re face to face with your adversity&lt;br /&gt;I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna make this thing work out eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse One: Consequence, Q-Tip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo I ain’t one to complain but there’s things in the game&lt;br /&gt;(What’s your name?) Consequence, I’m tight, burnt like flames&lt;br /&gt;(And why’s that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stress that cause it’s not in your bloodstream&lt;br /&gt;Your whole being, comes from greatness, d’you remember&lt;br /&gt;Shatan got you caught in the storms of December&lt;br /&gt;And brothers on the block packin nines like September&lt;br /&gt;Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo I be on the avenue where they be actin brand new&lt;br /&gt;I’m splurgin on these Reebok joints for shorty boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontin&lt;br /&gt;Talkin out they joints but they wasn’t sayin nuttin&lt;br /&gt;My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly&lt;br /&gt;(Say word) Yo word up, yo I was tight caught up&lt;br /&gt;But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m positive it seems that negative dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo we was at the dice game makin these cats look silly&lt;br /&gt;Flamin, steady runnin off at the Willie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough&lt;br /&gt;I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow&lt;br /&gt;Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo’&lt;br /&gt;Kept my eyeballs scopin for them pigs po-po&lt;br /&gt;I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo’&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was doin it, til I met Ike, Spike, and Mike&lt;br /&gt;One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than Sprite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo I know the feelin, when you feelin like a villain&lt;br /&gt;You be havin good thoughts but the evils be revealin&lt;br /&gt;and the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt)&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff&lt;br /&gt;We gotta hold it down so we can move on past&lt;br /&gt;all adversities, so we can get through fast, like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse Two: Consequence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got the N.W.O. (low cash flow)&lt;br /&gt;Your baby’s on the way (and you don’t know who)&lt;br /&gt;And crosstown niggaz tryin to (bust at you)&lt;br /&gt;Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don’t know what to do)&lt;br /&gt;So frame this Kodak black, and vision to my contact&lt;br /&gt;with a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked&lt;br /&gt;The switch hittin Queens, niggaz liquid sword spittin&lt;br /&gt;with raw poppy, and now your first love is krill&lt;br /&gt;Your vision of the mil got crept like Hey Lover&lt;br /&gt;Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn’t recover&lt;br /&gt;And all I want is my laceration of the pie&lt;br /&gt;to get this whip cream before the water runs dry&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz flashdancin yo I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;You’re sick of snitchin, she got you cruisin to the pokey&lt;br /&gt;like Smokey, the stress be tryin to squeeze out a homey&lt;br /&gt;While I be tryin to get star status like Shinobi&lt;br /&gt;So we can build a dynasty, just like the Colby's&lt;br /&gt;And all I want, is the world to know my steez&lt;br /&gt;These money hungry niggaz is seven thirty&lt;br /&gt;And got me stressed out like these frog MC’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro: Faith Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry we gon make it (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it)&lt;br /&gt;We gon make it (gotta make it)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry we gon make it (gotta make it)&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna make it (we gotta make it)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry we gon make it (we gonna make it)&lt;br /&gt;We gonna make it (ohhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry we gon make it (ahahwwww)&lt;br /&gt;I know we gonna make it (we’re gonna make it)&lt;br /&gt;C’mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh)&lt;br /&gt;We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry we gon make it (we’re gonna make it)&lt;br /&gt;We’ve gotta make it (we’ve gotta make it)&lt;br /&gt;We’ve gotta make it (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Know we’re gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-6071456874254393685?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6071456874254393685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/tribe-called-quest-stressed-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6071456874254393685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6071456874254393685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/tribe-called-quest-stressed-out.html' title='A Tribe Called Quest - Stressed Out'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1753471253677355051</id><published>2010-10-04T14:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:38.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Turbulence Notorious</title><content type='html'>Overcome Wicked With A Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxNFmPr5_x4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxNFmPr5_x4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fire bun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah hear mi&lt;br /&gt;Life ova death&lt;br /&gt;Hey let me tell yu dis again&lt;br /&gt;I could have been one of the most notorious&lt;br /&gt;I got saved by the king and his grace is so glorious&lt;br /&gt;I could have been one of the most devastating i got saved&lt;br /&gt;By the king and his love is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn away the wicked lifestyle and the wicked image and the wicked man dem profile&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy to be rastafari style and me overcome the wicked with just a smile&lt;br /&gt;Den me start to live my life and do worth while&lt;br /&gt;In a love n harmony i try not to be vile now bove the well salassi will provide&lt;br /&gt;And my concious is clear me na nuttin na hide rastafari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been one of the most notorious&lt;br /&gt;I got saved by the king and his grace is so glorious&lt;br /&gt;I could have been one of the most devastating i got saved&lt;br /&gt;By the king and his love is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy to squeeze lead in ya fore head&lt;br /&gt;But went out n solute n me start blood shed&lt;br /&gt;Positive action to the vermann&lt;br /&gt;Well yet the school, let the stool, let us persue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better to be a part of the strong side&lt;br /&gt;The right side coulda been the wrong side&lt;br /&gt;Im lock tell ya say from ya can avoid the vibe&lt;br /&gt;Slip with the king then you know u shall slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been one of the most notorious&lt;br /&gt;I gat saved by the king and his words is so glorious&lt;br /&gt;I could have been one of the most devastating i got saved&lt;br /&gt;By the king and his love is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive movements oooohhh...woyyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;By the strengh of jah i live longer&lt;br /&gt;By the lenght of my lungs i get stronger&lt;br /&gt;They say previous words corrupt anger&lt;br /&gt;But i am bigger than that never go under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been one of the most notorious&lt;br /&gt;I got saved by the king and his love is so glorious&lt;br /&gt;I could have been one of the most devastating i got saaaaaveeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn away the wicked profile and the wicked image and the Wicked man dem lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;Aye ya ready to be rastafari style me go overcome the wicked with just a smile&lt;br /&gt;Den me start to live my life and do things worth while&lt;br /&gt;In a love n harmony try not to b vile aye now bove the wel jah will provide&lt;br /&gt;Though my concious is clear me na nutt na aaaah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1753471253677355051?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1753471253677355051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/turbulence-notorious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1753471253677355051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1753471253677355051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/turbulence-notorious.html' title='Turbulence Notorious'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4851125934319733518</id><published>2010-10-04T14:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:27:41.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8AWFf7EAc4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8AWFf7EAc4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;that david played and it pleased the lord&lt;br /&gt;but you don't really care for music, do you&lt;br /&gt;well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth&lt;br /&gt;the minor fall and the major lift&lt;br /&gt;the baffled king composing hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;you saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you&lt;br /&gt;she tied you to her kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;she broke your throne and she cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;and from your lips she drew the hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i've been here before&lt;br /&gt;i've seen this room and i've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;i used to live alone before i knew you&lt;br /&gt;i've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;br /&gt;but love is not a victory march&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there was a time when you let me know&lt;br /&gt;what's really going on below&lt;br /&gt;but now you never show that to me do you&lt;br /&gt;but remember when i moved in you&lt;br /&gt;and the holy dove was moving too&lt;br /&gt;and every breath we drew was hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe there's a god above&lt;br /&gt;but all i've ever learned from love&lt;br /&gt;was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you&lt;br /&gt;it's not a cry that you hear at night&lt;br /&gt;it's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4851125934319733518?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4851125934319733518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/jeff-buckley-hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4851125934319733518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4851125934319733518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/jeff-buckley-hallelujah.html' title='Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-3788930575736230215</id><published>2010-09-27T18:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:10.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Android - Green Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6i578fdolrU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6i578fdolrU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Android"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey old man in woman's shoes&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows I think he's crazy&lt;br /&gt;When he was young did he have dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of wearing woman's shoes and being crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder when I grow to be that age&lt;br /&gt;Will I be walking down the street begging for your spare change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will I grow that old?&lt;br /&gt;Will I still be around?&lt;br /&gt;The way I carry on I'll end up&lt;br /&gt;Six feet underground&lt;br /&gt;And waste away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the old man was in school&lt;br /&gt;Did the golden rule make him go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Or did he hide away from hopes&lt;br /&gt;Behind a smile and smoking dope&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder when I grow to be that age&lt;br /&gt;Will I be walking down the street begging for your spare change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will I grow that old?&lt;br /&gt;Will I still be around?&lt;br /&gt;The way I carry on I'll end up&lt;br /&gt;Six feet underground&lt;br /&gt;And waste away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so frightening&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by like lightning&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you're struck down&lt;br /&gt;I always waste my time on my chemical emotions&lt;br /&gt;It keeps my head spinning around&lt;br /&gt;And waste away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so frightening&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by like lightning&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you're struck down&lt;br /&gt;I always waste my time on my chemical emotions&lt;br /&gt;It keeps my head spinning around&lt;br /&gt;And waste away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-3788930575736230215?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3788930575736230215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/android-green-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3788930575736230215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3788930575736230215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/android-green-day.html' title='Android - Green Day'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-7169767178140824627</id><published>2010-09-24T09:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:12.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Asheru - Boondocks Theme Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpoyLHNWfWI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpoyLHNWfWI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the stone that builder refused&lt;br /&gt;I am the visual&lt;br /&gt;The inspiration&lt;br /&gt;That made lady sing the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the spark that makes your idea bright&lt;br /&gt;The same spark&lt;br /&gt;That lights the dark&lt;br /&gt;So that you can know your left from your right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the ballot in your box&lt;br /&gt;The bullet in your gun&lt;br /&gt;The inner glow that lets you know&lt;br /&gt;To call your brother son&lt;br /&gt;The story that just begun&lt;br /&gt;The promise of what's to come&lt;br /&gt;And I'm 'a remain a soldier till the war is won&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-7169767178140824627?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7169767178140824627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/asheru-boondocks-theme-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7169767178140824627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7169767178140824627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/asheru-boondocks-theme-song.html' title='Asheru - Boondocks Theme Song'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-2566284089342474420</id><published>2010-09-23T09:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:15.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Weezer - Say It Ain't So</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENXvZ9YRjbo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENXvZ9YRjbo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;All right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's Heine' is crowdin' my icebox&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's cold one is givin' me chills&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;Feels good&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip on the tele'&lt;br /&gt;Wrestle with Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Something is bubbling&lt;br /&gt;Behind my back&lt;br /&gt;The bottle is ready to blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;Your drug is a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;My love is a lifetaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't confront you&lt;br /&gt;I never could do&lt;br /&gt;That which might hurt you&lt;br /&gt;So try and be cool&lt;br /&gt;When I say&lt;br /&gt;This way is a waterslide away from me that takes you further every day (hey)&lt;br /&gt;So be cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;Your drug is a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;My love is a lifetaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;I write you in spite of years of silence.&lt;br /&gt;You've cleaned up, found Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;things are good or so I hear.&lt;br /&gt;This bottle of Steven's&lt;br /&gt;awakens ancient feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;Your drug is a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;My love is a lifetaker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-2566284089342474420?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2566284089342474420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/weezer-say-it-aint-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2566284089342474420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2566284089342474420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/weezer-say-it-aint-so.html' title='Weezer - Say It Ain&apos;t So'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-3053335127488080736</id><published>2010-09-19T18:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:17.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Guitars, Cadillacs- Dwight Yoakam</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4foq4HcQdpg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4foq4HcQdpg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how this town can shatter dreams&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson bout a naive fool that came to Babylon&lt;br /&gt;And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music&lt;br /&gt;And lonely lonely streets that I call home&lt;br /&gt;And yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no glamour in this tinseled land&lt;br /&gt;Of lost and wasted lives&lt;br /&gt;And painful scars are all that's left of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, But thank you girl for teaching me&lt;br /&gt;Brand new ways to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;And if I can find my mind now I guess I'll just leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music&lt;br /&gt;And lonely lonely streets that I call home&lt;br /&gt;And yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music&lt;br /&gt;And lonely lonely streets that I call home&lt;br /&gt;And yeah my guitars, Cadillacs, and hillbilly music&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-3053335127488080736?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3053335127488080736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/guitars-cadillacs-dwight-yoakam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3053335127488080736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3053335127488080736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/guitars-cadillacs-dwight-yoakam.html' title='Guitars, Cadillacs- Dwight Yoakam'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-66432181434746222</id><published>2010-09-17T18:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:20.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Gravediggaz-Defective Trip (Trippin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4gQP5r4IyU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4gQP5r4IyU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see something that could make ya sick?&lt;br /&gt;Stand in front of jets on the Gaza strip&lt;br /&gt;I used to take puffs from a car, jet in my garage&lt;br /&gt;Then I get blitzed from the charge&lt;br /&gt;I felt my head swayin, my eyes in a daze&lt;br /&gt;Felt and violence and off balance I got drugged for days&lt;br /&gt;A room full of smog, I dipped it in my dart&lt;br /&gt;then I threws it at my dog&lt;br /&gt;I need another hit, Hurry, Quick! Hurry, Quick!&lt;br /&gt;My high's takin signs and the shit's about to kick&lt;br /&gt;I'm gaspin' for air, my vision dissapears,&lt;br /&gt;I'm blinkin' and I'm thinkin'--Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Word, cause that's the shit I was hawkin&lt;br /&gt;So stay the fuck away cuz I spit when I'm talkin&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Punk--&lt;br /&gt;When I'm trippin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like cheeba, some like brew,&lt;br /&gt;I get mad lifted off four gallons of glue,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon I spin like a top, In the middle of the room&lt;br /&gt;And the shit won't stop!&lt;br /&gt;Now What I see when I triiiiippppp.......&lt;br /&gt;The rats in the basement all start to flip,&lt;br /&gt;All through my building, from door to door,&lt;br /&gt;I swear there's a fire, so I piss on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Now down the corridor was old fat Ned,&lt;br /&gt;Schemin' on a blowjob from a crackhead,&lt;br /&gt;He was like `hey wanna piece little man?'&lt;br /&gt;I was like `Yo, I'm better off with my haaaannnndddd!!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, reality returns,&lt;br /&gt;I need another hit but the glue won't burn,&lt;br /&gt;I'm cukoo and murderous, Just plain nuts,&lt;br /&gt;smokin' sodium menthol cigarette butts,&lt;br /&gt;and trippin'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;(yo, pass it man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 on the strip, and yo' my hands was -------,&lt;br /&gt;the reaper, the keeper, my niggaz let's get--------&lt;br /&gt;----------- i put the high on the stimuli,&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the two face, like the signs of gemini,&lt;br /&gt;My head keeps on spinnin', constantly continuin'&lt;br /&gt;Two tabs of mescaline, fucks up my adrenaline,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a----.......Uhhhh....I can't escape it,&lt;br /&gt;It's like..uggghh....goddamit--I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;So take it like a (brine), from the grapes of a vine,&lt;br /&gt;The wine, it fucks up my mind, everytime,&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin', and all I wanna be doin' is bonin',&lt;br /&gt;But like a dope fiend character I'm ------,&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck, fl-fl-flipping, sssslipping..........&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of the-----&lt;br /&gt;Can be stopped by accident&lt;br /&gt;When you're tripping&lt;br /&gt;(Cuz I'm trippin')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-66432181434746222?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/66432181434746222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/gravediggaz-defective-trip-trippin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/66432181434746222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/66432181434746222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/gravediggaz-defective-trip-trippin.html' title='Gravediggaz-Defective Trip (Trippin)'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8970764955269015104</id><published>2010-09-17T18:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:25.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not written by me'/><title type='text'>Even Jupiter himself cannot be in love and wise at the same time.</title><content type='html'>Even Jupiter himself cannot be in love and wise at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8970764955269015104?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8970764955269015104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/even-jupiter-himself-cannot-be-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8970764955269015104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8970764955269015104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/even-jupiter-himself-cannot-be-in-love.html' title='Even Jupiter himself cannot be in love and wise at the same time.'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-7392864111463500834</id><published>2010-09-15T19:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:28.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Dee Lite - Groove is in the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C4D1HSL7P98?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C4D1HSL7P98?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this song captured a very special time in my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to dance,&lt;br /&gt;We're going to dance,&lt;br /&gt;We're going to dance&lt;br /&gt;And have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chills that you&lt;br /&gt;Spill up my back&lt;br /&gt;Keep me filled with&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction when we're done&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction of what's to come&lt;br /&gt;(I) I couldn't ask for another&lt;br /&gt;(I-I-I-I-I I)&lt;br /&gt;No I couldn't ask for another&lt;br /&gt;Your groove I do deeply dig&lt;br /&gt;No walls only the bridge&lt;br /&gt;My supperdish, my succotash wish&lt;br /&gt;(Sing it baby)&lt;br /&gt;(I) I couldn't ask for another&lt;br /&gt;(Uh-huh uh-huh)&lt;br /&gt;(I-I-I-I-I I)&lt;br /&gt;No I couldn't ask for another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depth the hula groove&lt;br /&gt;Move us to the nth hoop&lt;br /&gt;We goin' through to Horten&lt;br /&gt;Hears a who-ooh&lt;br /&gt;(I) I couldn't ask for another&lt;br /&gt;(I-I-I-I-I I)&lt;br /&gt;No couldn't ask for another&lt;br /&gt;DJ Soul (soul) was on a roll&lt;br /&gt;I've been told he can't be sold&lt;br /&gt;He's not vicious or malicious&lt;br /&gt;Just de-lovely and delicious&lt;br /&gt;(I) I couldn't ask for another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;(Ne-na-na-na-na)&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;(Ne-na-na-na-na)&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;(Ne-na-na-na-na)&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart-ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Groove is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-7392864111463500834?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7392864111463500834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/dee-lite-groove-is-in-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7392864111463500834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/7392864111463500834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/dee-lite-groove-is-in-heart.html' title='Dee Lite - Groove is in the heart'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4148213271059340026</id><published>2010-09-12T14:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:32.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Dammit - Blink 182</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEqura5HgVc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEqura5HgVc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;to tell me&lt;br /&gt;what you think&lt;br /&gt;about me&lt;br /&gt;I won't try&lt;br /&gt;to argue&lt;br /&gt;or hold it&lt;br /&gt;against you&lt;br /&gt;I know that&lt;br /&gt;you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;you must have&lt;br /&gt;your reasons&lt;br /&gt;The season&lt;br /&gt;is calling&lt;br /&gt;your pictures&lt;br /&gt;are falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steps that&lt;br /&gt;I retrace&lt;br /&gt;the sad look&lt;br /&gt;on your face&lt;br /&gt;The timing&lt;br /&gt;and structure&lt;br /&gt;did you hear&lt;br /&gt;he fucked her?&lt;br /&gt;A day late&lt;br /&gt;a buck short&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing&lt;br /&gt;the report&lt;br /&gt;On losing&lt;br /&gt;and failing&lt;br /&gt;when I move&lt;br /&gt;I'm flailing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's happened once again&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn to a friend&lt;br /&gt;Someone that understands&lt;br /&gt;Sticks to the master plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's gone&lt;br /&gt;And I've been here for too long&lt;br /&gt;To face this on my own&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this is growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this is growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you&lt;br /&gt;at a movie&lt;br /&gt;sneak preview&lt;br /&gt;You'll show up&lt;br /&gt;and walk by&lt;br /&gt;on the arm&lt;br /&gt;of that guy&lt;br /&gt;And I'll smile&lt;br /&gt;and you'll wave&lt;br /&gt;we'll pretend&lt;br /&gt;it's okay&lt;br /&gt;The charade&lt;br /&gt;it won't last&lt;br /&gt;when he's gone&lt;br /&gt;I won't come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it'll happen once again&lt;br /&gt;You'll turn to a friend&lt;br /&gt;Someone that understands&lt;br /&gt;And sticks to the master plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you've been there for too long&lt;br /&gt;To face this on your own&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this is growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is growing up&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is growing up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4148213271059340026?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4148213271059340026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/dammit-blink-182.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4148213271059340026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4148213271059340026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/dammit-blink-182.html' title='Dammit - Blink 182'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-6421331459055654501</id><published>2010-09-10T15:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:36.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Incubus - Stellar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKYGZxPF0yA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/pKYGZxPF0yA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in outer space.&lt;br /&gt;WE could spend the night;&lt;br /&gt;watch the earth come up.&lt;br /&gt;I've grown tired of that place;&lt;br /&gt;won't you come with me?&lt;br /&gt;WE could start again.&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel like I do.&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;It's better than I ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in outer space.&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you close,&lt;br /&gt;if you're afraid of heights.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to see this place,&lt;br /&gt;it might be the only way that&lt;br /&gt;I can show you how it feels to be inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel like I do.&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;It's better than I ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;You are stellar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-6421331459055654501?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6421331459055654501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/incubus-stellar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6421331459055654501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6421331459055654501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/incubus-stellar.html' title='Incubus - Stellar'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-214534851945150090</id><published>2010-09-10T11:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:39.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>The White Stripes - Lord Send Me An Angel Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1sh1ruv_XvU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1sh1ruv_XvU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord, Good Lord&lt;br /&gt;Send me an angel down&lt;br /&gt;Can't spare no angel&lt;br /&gt;we'll spare your teasin' brown&lt;br /&gt;Well that new way of lovin'&lt;br /&gt;swear to God it must be best&lt;br /&gt;For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack White rest&lt;br /&gt;There's a crowd on the corner&lt;br /&gt;wonder what could it be&lt;br /&gt;One thing but the women just tryin' to get to me&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the station&lt;br /&gt;suitcase in my hand&lt;br /&gt;All the women runnin', cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jack wont' ya be my man.&lt;br /&gt;Well there was three women&lt;br /&gt;yellow, brown and black&lt;br /&gt;take the mayor of Detroit to pick which one I like&lt;br /&gt;One of um had hamtramak yellow&lt;br /&gt;One of um Detroit brown&lt;br /&gt;But that southwest darkskin is sure to turn my damper down&lt;br /&gt;Why, ticket agent, ticket agent&lt;br /&gt;where did my baby go&lt;br /&gt;tell me what she looks like I'll tell you what road she's on&lt;br /&gt;Well she's a long tall mama&lt;br /&gt;mile and a half from the ground&lt;br /&gt;she's a tailor made mama and she ain't no hand me down&lt;br /&gt;Well I used to say married woman&lt;br /&gt;sweetest women ever born&lt;br /&gt;you better change that thing&lt;br /&gt;you better leave married women alone&lt;br /&gt;take my advice, let married women, boy let um be&lt;br /&gt;cause their husband will grab ya, beat ya ragged as a cedar tree&lt;br /&gt;Well I got two woman&lt;br /&gt;you can't tell um apart&lt;br /&gt;I got one in my bossom&lt;br /&gt;and the other one is in my heart&lt;br /&gt;well that one in my bossom&lt;br /&gt;she live in tennessee&lt;br /&gt;but that one in my heart well she don't give a darn for me&lt;br /&gt;I'ma tell you pretty mama&lt;br /&gt;exactly who I am&lt;br /&gt;when I walk in that front door and hear that back door slam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-214534851945150090?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/214534851945150090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/white-stripes-lord-send-me-angel-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/214534851945150090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/214534851945150090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/white-stripes-lord-send-me-angel-down.html' title='The White Stripes - Lord Send Me An Angel Down'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-3121821845768262212</id><published>2010-09-09T19:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:41.035-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Light Of The Morning - Band of Skulls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljYO58FrR_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljYO58FrR_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you when the breaking day is dawning&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go you gotta go&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna see you in the see you in the light of the morning&lt;br /&gt;And when I get the same reaction&lt;br /&gt;I know this time it's gonna give some satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go you gotta go&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna see you in the see you in the light of the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you when the breaking day is dawning&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go you gotta go&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna see you in the see you in the light of the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-3121821845768262212?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3121821845768262212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/light-of-morning-band-of-skulls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3121821845768262212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/3121821845768262212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/light-of-morning-band-of-skulls.html' title='Light Of The Morning - Band of Skulls'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1674840995953685705</id><published>2010-09-09T18:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:43.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Miss You - Blink 182</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="400" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1tAYmMjLdY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1tAYmMjLdY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="400" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you miss you)&lt;br /&gt;Hello there the angel from my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;The shadow in backround of the morgue&lt;br /&gt;The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley&lt;br /&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want&lt;br /&gt;Where you can always find me&lt;br /&gt;And we'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;We'll wish this never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;br /&gt;This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime&lt;br /&gt;And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders&lt;br /&gt;catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;Like indecision to call you&lt;br /&gt;And hear your voice of treason&lt;br /&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head(6x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you miss you(6x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1674840995953685705?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1674840995953685705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/miss-you-blink-182.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1674840995953685705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1674840995953685705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/miss-you-blink-182.html' title='Miss You - Blink 182'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4679817092853020122</id><published>2010-09-09T13:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:46.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Where Is My Mind - Pixies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCD14IrOcIs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCD14IrOcIs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh - stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Your head will collapse&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing in it&lt;br /&gt;And you'll ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my mind [3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out in the water&lt;br /&gt;See it swimmin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swimmin' in the Carribean&lt;br /&gt;Animals were hiding behind the rocks&lt;br /&gt;Except the little fish&lt;br /&gt;But they told me, he swears&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to talk to me to me to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my mind [3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out in the water&lt;br /&gt;See it swimmin' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Your head will collapse&lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing in it&lt;br /&gt;And you'll ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my mind [3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4679817092853020122?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4679817092853020122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-is-my-mind-pixies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4679817092853020122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4679817092853020122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-is-my-mind-pixies.html' title='Where Is My Mind - Pixies'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-7744166958017175846</id><published>2010-09-09T13:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:28:50.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Gravity - John Mayer</title><content type='html'>(yes, John Mayer is a douche.. but he makes some great music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7VBex8zbDRs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7VBex8zbDRs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity is working against me&lt;br /&gt;And gravity wants to bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'll never know what makes this man&lt;br /&gt;With all the love that his heart can stand&lt;br /&gt;Dream of ways to throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gravity is working against me&lt;br /&gt;And gravity wants to bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh twice as much ain't twice as good&lt;br /&gt;And can't sustain like a one half could&lt;br /&gt;It's wanting more&lt;br /&gt;That's gonna send me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me&lt;br /&gt;And gravity has taken better men than me (now how can that be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep me where the light is&lt;br /&gt;Just keep me where the light is&lt;br /&gt;Just keep me where the light is&lt;br /&gt;C'mon keep me where the light is&lt;br /&gt;C'mon keep me where the light is&lt;br /&gt;Oh... where the light is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-7744166958017175846?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7744166958017175846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/gravity-john-mayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aowSGxim_O8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aowSGxim_O8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grew up in an Indiana town&lt;br /&gt;Had a good-lookin' mama who never was around&lt;br /&gt;But she grew up tall and she grew up right&lt;br /&gt;With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she moved down here at the age of eighteen&lt;br /&gt;She blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced and we both started groovin'&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin' on"&lt;br /&gt;Keep movin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last dance with Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;One more time to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;I feel summer creepin' in&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of this town again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know, but I've been told&lt;br /&gt;You never slow down, you never grow old&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of going down&lt;br /&gt;Tired of myself, tired of this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my my, oh, hell yes&lt;br /&gt;Honey, put on that party dress&lt;br /&gt;Buy me a drink, sing me a song&lt;br /&gt;Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last dance with Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;One more time to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;I feel summer creepin' in&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of this town again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's pigeons down on Market Square&lt;br /&gt;She's standin' in her underwear&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' down from a hotel room&lt;br /&gt;The nightfall will be comin' soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my my, oh, hell yes&lt;br /&gt;You got to put on that party dress&lt;br /&gt;It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone&lt;br /&gt;I hit my last number and walked to the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last dance with Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;One more time to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;I feel summer creepin' in&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of this town again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-2817673083682455470?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2817673083682455470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-dance-with-mary-jane-tom-petty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2817673083682455470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TIjg9eSIZCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ecPVvzq271o/s1600/nine-inch-nails-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2fP2dNUkdk/TIjg9eSIZCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ecPVvzq271o/s400/nine-inch-nails-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514905090420925474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OrcTsxs-anU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OrcTsxs-anU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like a cloud i was up way up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And i was feeling some feelings you wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i don't believe them myself and i decided i was never coming&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;Just then a tiny little dot caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;It was just about too small to see.&lt;br /&gt;But i watched it way too long.&lt;br /&gt;That dot was pulling me down.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: i was up above it.&lt;br /&gt;I was up above it.&lt;br /&gt;I was up above it.&lt;br /&gt;I was up above it.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm down in it&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;So what what does it matter now.&lt;br /&gt;I was swimming in the hate now i crawl on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;And everything i never liked about you is kind of seeping into me.&lt;br /&gt;I try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the jokes on me.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so big and strong.&lt;br /&gt;I used to know my right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I used to never be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be somebody.&lt;br /&gt;I used to have something inside.&lt;br /&gt;Now just this hole it's open wide.&lt;br /&gt;Used to want it all.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be somebody.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross my heart and hope to die.&lt;br /&gt;But the needle's already in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;And all the world's weight is on my back and i don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;And what i used to think was me is just a fading memory.&lt;br /&gt;I looked him right in the eye and said "goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go away.&lt;br /&gt;Come again some other day.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-3897054922157692293?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3897054922157692293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8059187470948472051</id><published>2010-09-07T11:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:29:01.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Featured Favorite'/><title type='text'>Modern Man Blues</title><content type='html'>Take me to another place and time for I am sure this one is corrupted. Speeding communication, capitalism that is too fickle for its own security, young women and men with no lasting concepts for relations, reverse racism, impulse communications, and the daunting list of modern day solutions and self interested mind states go on, infinities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of a generation of men and women raised to believe they can do anything they put their mind to. A generation of people keeping up with the “Joneses”. Get this gadget, upgrade that item, etc. Taught to seek fulfillment through self propulsion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain washed into believing that outside circumstances can fill an inner “aloneness.” Where have we lost our values? It wasn’t our parents, was it? Was it “pop culture” the same TV that preached the ideals of the “tragically hip”, the “fatally cool”? Have these ideas leaked into out our adult hood, whatever that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a step back. A big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of the principals of honesty, openness, willingness, sacrifice, dedication, delayed gratification, conservative thinking (not politics, but thinking)? What about fulfillment in giving. Giving to ourselves, not our exterior, but our inner spirit? Have you, like so many, resigned away your values due to the corruption of religion? The “pop-cultural” trend of secularism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this going to leave us, and more importantly where is it going to leave our children, and our children’s children? Yes, there is corruption in all religion as man is corrupt by nature, but the values and lessons of these teachings are ancient and pure wisdoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself and my peers reaching for an empty fulfillment. One of materialism and false security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear my words are too strong, but it is a strong feeling within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters, both biological and not, corrupted with an extreme interpretation of women’s lib. A generation of women that are seeking such a high level of entitlement they cannot find fulfillment in any circumstance. They have lost themselves, and become so estranged of equality they cannot see the forest for the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers, chasing ideals of an old time. Raised by women of fierce independence. Seeking to provide for these modern types, but expecting traditional reciprocation. Where have we left ourselves? When a good man cannot be recognized for it’s worth. When deceit and games are more effective in gaining the affection of another than being respectable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many modern situations that have breached the concept of simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;“I have become convinced that the best lives are simple in nature.”- Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find fulfillment in a simple life. Slow down people. Breath. This is real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a narrative, a movie, a drama. How far the pendulum swings from generation to generation: we need some middle ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am resigning within. To contemplate more of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.”- Rilke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the matrix and I want to take the “red pill.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God guide us. Lost as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwilbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8059187470948472051?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8059187470948472051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/modern-man-blues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8059187470948472051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8059187470948472051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/modern-man-blues.html' title='Modern Man Blues'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1681090424378713496</id><published>2010-09-03T08:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:29:03.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Reset - Outkast</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zv_RUahlEWs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zv_RUahlEWs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reset"&lt;br /&gt;(feat. Khujo Goodie, Cee-Lo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Big Boi]&lt;br /&gt;Nah nah nah&lt;br /&gt;That's part of the&lt;br /&gt;That's, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I got ya good that time, shawty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Debra Killings]&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Good doesn't come without pain&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Big Boi]&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins&lt;br /&gt;Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin&lt;br /&gt;You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical's cut&lt;br /&gt;The doctor put you under the heating lamp, your spirit is touched&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I take that back, why? You was alive&lt;br /&gt;Date of conception, interception cause the sperm did collide&lt;br /&gt;From T 'n A to DNA, feelings turn to children&lt;br /&gt;The morning after pill didn't put a halt to our very existance&lt;br /&gt;We livin, breathin, soon we'll be teethin&lt;br /&gt;Our granny got a gold and now we want one for that reason&lt;br /&gt;An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages&lt;br /&gt;But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages&lt;br /&gt;Cell therapists beware of this lugie that I spit&lt;br /&gt;Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean shit&lt;br /&gt;Little Ricky's home, he gotta serve probation for six months&lt;br /&gt;But Uncle Donnel and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint&lt;br /&gt;Reset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Debra Killings]&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Good doesn't come without pain&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Good doesn't come without pain&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Khujo]&lt;br /&gt;Good does not come without pain&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, before it gets better, it's goin get worse&lt;br /&gt;Like my homies on the sick side still dyin over turf&lt;br /&gt;That don't belong ot urse&lt;br /&gt;I mean us, left in the dust&lt;br /&gt;Try to catch up with massah&lt;br /&gt;I used to wanna wrap my hands around the esophagus of them crackers&lt;br /&gt;But Ephesians 6:12 said it wasn't flesh and blood that we wrestle against&lt;br /&gt;Principalities, powers of this world&lt;br /&gt;Rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness&lt;br /&gt;In high places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;I spark this thang, but my name ain't Bubba&lt;br /&gt;I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover&lt;br /&gt;And brothers that wax fat an dforget all about the struggle&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, guess what&lt;br /&gt;Time to reset this thang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Debra Killings]&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Good doesn't come without pain&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cee-Lo]&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me&lt;br /&gt;I awaken to sunlight that's beyond bright&lt;br /&gt;This day will be done right&lt;br /&gt;There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be bringing God to the gunfight&lt;br /&gt;Can't live forever, so have some fun, right&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bowl of candy, you can have one, right&lt;br /&gt;You can handle if tomorrow never comes, right&lt;br /&gt;You'll get used to singin if only for one night&lt;br /&gt;But I intend to raise two daughters and a son right&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't have wrote this if I was hopeless&lt;br /&gt;And see I focus to provoke this&lt;br /&gt;So open wide for my opinionated opus&lt;br /&gt;Stop playin Go Fish, but not below this&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I thought that you all should know this&lt;br /&gt;Recognize and realize before any regretting&lt;br /&gt;Before you relapse, perhaps you'll consider resetting&lt;br /&gt;Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Debra Killings]&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Good doesn't come without pain&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1681090424378713496?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1681090424378713496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/reset-outkast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1681090424378713496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1681090424378713496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/reset-outkast.html' title='Reset - Outkast'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-8446016227499266988</id><published>2010-09-02T10:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:29:05.791-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Airplanes (Feat. Hayley Williams of Paramore)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kn6-c223DUU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kn6-c223DUU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I could use a dream or a genie or a wish&lt;br /&gt;To go back to a place much simpler than this&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin'&lt;br /&gt;And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion&lt;br /&gt;And all the pandemonium and all the madness&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time where you fade to the blackness&lt;br /&gt;And when you're staring at that phone in your lap&lt;br /&gt;And you hoping but them people never call you back&lt;br /&gt;But that's just how the story unfolds&lt;br /&gt;You get another hand soon after you fold&lt;br /&gt;And when your plans unravel&lt;br /&gt;And they sayin' what would you wish for&lt;br /&gt;If you had one chance&lt;br /&gt;So airplane airplane sorry I'm late&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way so don't close that gate&lt;br /&gt;If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody take me back to the days&lt;br /&gt;Before this was a job, before I got paid&lt;br /&gt;Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank&lt;br /&gt;Yeah back when I was tryin' to get into the subway&lt;br /&gt;And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it&lt;br /&gt;But now a days we rappin' to stay relevant&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessin that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe yo maybe I'll go back to the days&lt;br /&gt;Before the politics that we call the rap game&lt;br /&gt;And back when ain't nobody listened to my mix tape&lt;br /&gt;And back before I tried to cover up my slang&lt;br /&gt;But this is for the Cada, what's up Bobby Ray&lt;br /&gt;So can I get a wish to end the politics&lt;br /&gt;And get back to the music that started this sh-t&lt;br /&gt;So here I stand and then again I say&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta airplanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-8446016227499266988?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8446016227499266988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/airplanes-feat-hayley-williams-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8446016227499266988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/8446016227499266988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/airplanes-feat-hayley-williams-of.html' title='Airplanes (Feat. Hayley Williams of Paramore)'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-1004639261826461569</id><published>2010-09-01T14:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:29:07.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Brenton Duvall - Against a Mad World (Tupac vs. Gary Jules)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u94OSLnrVQs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u94OSLnrVQs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAMlcwWPTJ0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Bells: October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you showed me around your town&lt;br /&gt;To hell again and back&lt;br /&gt;I love the certain way that&lt;br /&gt;You made all the friends that you depend on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it might seem odd&lt;br /&gt;Because your not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I remember my self as a lonely child&lt;br /&gt;So I was&lt;br /&gt;And you`ve got me wrong&lt;br /&gt;You`ve got me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wrong just seems so right&lt;br /&gt;'til the spark of morning light&lt;br /&gt;and all those searching eyes,&lt;br /&gt;do they scald your tender mind?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what they say&lt;br /&gt;There`s no shortcut to a dream&lt;br /&gt;It`s all blood and sweat&lt;br /&gt;And life is what you manage in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what you don`t know&lt;br /&gt;Is you`re too young and eager to love&lt;br /&gt;Deceiving eyes&lt;br /&gt;So you`re about to get into&lt;br /&gt;The ditch that you opened up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wrong just seems so right&lt;br /&gt;'til the spark of morning light&lt;br /&gt;and all those searching eyes,&lt;br /&gt;do they scald your tender mind?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the stars align&lt;br /&gt;and leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;You want it sewn up&lt;br /&gt;I come by light of an autumn moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister you know enough&lt;br /&gt;But for now just let it go&lt;br /&gt;Don`t run, don`t rush&lt;br /&gt;Just flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the give and take you had to learn&lt;br /&gt;How to cross the coals and not get burned&lt;br /&gt;But you`re really just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the park until the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime you want to rise&lt;br /&gt;One did it's our desire&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you think you braided your own hair&lt;br /&gt;So you're all grown up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you want to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;Which way do you want to fly?&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that love could help you find your way&lt;br /&gt;But you've got me wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you've got me wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-7423820207882435667?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7423820207882435667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/broken-bells-october-amazing-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eNBM17tkjI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eNBM17tkjI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me dizzy running circles in my head&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I'll chase you down&lt;br /&gt;Well look who's going crazy now&lt;br /&gt;We're face to face my friend&lt;br /&gt;Better get out&lt;br /&gt;Better get out&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me break out&lt;br /&gt;Make me break out&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me break out&lt;br /&gt;Make me break out&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me break out&lt;br /&gt;You can see this on my face&lt;br /&gt;It's all for you&lt;br /&gt;The more and more I take&lt;br /&gt;I break right through&lt;br /&gt;Therapy still scares me&lt;br /&gt;Putting me on my back again&lt;br /&gt;I may be crazy, little frayed around the ends&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I'll phase you out&lt;br /&gt;Burn it in the blast off&lt;br /&gt;Burn it in the blast off&lt;br /&gt;Watching me crawl away&lt;br /&gt;Try to get out&lt;br /&gt;Try to get out&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me break out&lt;br /&gt;Make me break out&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me break out&lt;br /&gt;Make me break out&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;Break out&lt;br /&gt;Break out&lt;br /&gt;Break out&lt;br /&gt;Break out&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me break out&lt;br /&gt;Make me break out&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me break out&lt;br /&gt;Make me break out&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like that&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me break out&lt;br /&gt;Make me break out&lt;br /&gt;Make me break out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1175795012791861731?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1175795012791861731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/foo-fighters-breakout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1175795012791861731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1175795012791861731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/foo-fighters-breakout.html' title='Foo Fighters - Breakout'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-6122995585903844487</id><published>2010-09-01T12:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:29:15.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Jimmy Eat World - The Middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQVwmmozgEU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQVwmmozgEU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet&lt;br /&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out or&lt;br /&gt;looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;Just try your best, try everything you can.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know they're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in.&lt;br /&gt;Live right now.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out or&lt;br /&gt;looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;Just do your best, do everything you can.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry what the bitter hearts are gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-6122995585903844487?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6122995585903844487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/jimmy-eat-worl-middle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6122995585903844487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6122995585903844487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/09/jimmy-eat-worl-middle.html' title='Jimmy Eat World - The Middle'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-2759994427160470803</id><published>2010-08-31T14:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:29:17.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Weezer - Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGg_mVBqXVo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGg_mVBqXVo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage&lt;br /&gt;Playing hackey sack back when Audioslave was still Rage&lt;br /&gt;Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex&lt;br /&gt;Listening to techno music on the bus while we earned our checks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories make me want to go back there, back there&lt;br /&gt;All the memories make me want to go back there, back there&lt;br /&gt;All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messing with the journalists and telling stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;They had a feeling that something was up&lt;br /&gt;Because of the look in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;In fact we didn't know what we were doing half of the time&lt;br /&gt;We were so sure of ourselves and drove a long way through life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories make me want to go back there, back there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories make me want to go back there, back there&lt;br /&gt;All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I got so many people that I got to look out for&lt;br /&gt;I never know when I'll be called away to buy some food at the store&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them babies crying and the lawn needs to be mowed&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get my groove on because I'm freakin bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories make me want to go back there, back there&lt;br /&gt;All the memories make me want to go back there, back there&lt;br /&gt;All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-2759994427160470803?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2759994427160470803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/08/weezer-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2759994427160470803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/2759994427160470803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/08/weezer-memories.html' title='Weezer - Memories'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-3495828332352190768</id><published>2010-08-30T16:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:29:19.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Smashing Pumpkins - 1979</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lr58WHo2ndM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lr58WHo2ndM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shakedown 1979,cool kids never have the time&lt;br /&gt;on a live wire right up off the street&lt;br /&gt;you and i should meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junebug skipping like a stone&lt;br /&gt;with the headlights pointed at the dawn&lt;br /&gt;we were sure we'd never see an endto it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't even careto shake these zipper blues&lt;br /&gt;and we don't know&lt;br /&gt;just where our bones will rest&lt;br /&gt;to dust i guess&lt;br /&gt;forgotten and absorbedinto the earth below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double cross the vacant and the bored&lt;br /&gt;they're not sure just what we have in the store&lt;br /&gt;morphine city slippin dues down to see&lt;br /&gt;that we don't even care as restless as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts&lt;br /&gt;and poured cement, lamented and assured&lt;br /&gt;to the lights and towns below&lt;br /&gt;faster than the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope&lt;br /&gt;justine never knew the rules,&lt;br /&gt;hung down with the freaks and the ghouls&lt;br /&gt;no apologies ever need be made, i know you better than you fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see that we don't care to shake these zipper blues&lt;br /&gt;and we don't know just where our bones will rest&lt;br /&gt;to dust i guess&lt;br /&gt;forgotten and absorbed into the earth below&lt;br /&gt;the street heats the urgency of sound&lt;br /&gt;as you can see there's no one around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-3495828332352190768?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3495828332352190768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/08/smashing-pumpkins-1979.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxGh6VGxuw0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxGh6VGxuw0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Summer time and the livin's easy,&lt;br /&gt;Bradley's on the microphone w/ Ras MG&lt;br /&gt;all people in the dance will agree&lt;br /&gt;that we're well qualified&lt;br /&gt;to represent the LBC&lt;br /&gt;me and me and Louie,&lt;br /&gt;we go run to the party dance to the rhythm it gets harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my girl,&lt;br /&gt;we got this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;i love her so bad but she treats me like a ...&lt;br /&gt;on lock down like a penitentiary&lt;br /&gt;she spreads her lovin' all&lt;br /&gt;over and when she get home there's none left for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh take this veil from off my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;my burning sun will some day rise&lt;br /&gt;so what am i gonna be doin' for a while&lt;br /&gt;said i'm gonna play with myself,&lt;br /&gt;show them how we come off the shelf,&lt;br /&gt;so what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil,&lt;br /&gt;I've come to tell you that she's evil,&lt;br /&gt;most definitely,&lt;br /&gt;evil, ornery scandalous and evil,&lt;br /&gt;most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;the tension,&lt;br /&gt;is getting hotter,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold her,&lt;br /&gt;head underwater, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my girl,&lt;br /&gt;we got a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;me and my girl,&lt;br /&gt;we got a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;my girl,&lt;br /&gt;we got a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;oh and my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a tip,&lt;br /&gt;take a tip,&lt;br /&gt;take a tip from me.&lt;br /&gt;Bradley's on the microphone w/ Ras MG&lt;br /&gt;all the people in the dance will agree&lt;br /&gt;that we're well qualified to represent the LBC,&lt;br /&gt;me, la la Louie,&lt;br /&gt;everybody,&lt;br /&gt;run, run to the rhythm it gets harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer time and the livin's easy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-1508660784212773086?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1508660784212773086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/08/doin-time-sublime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1508660784212773086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/1508660784212773086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/08/doin-time-sublime.html' title='Doin Time - Sublime'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-6841133527737080187</id><published>2010-08-30T10:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:29:24.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>The Web - The Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9eKBMp6xnA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9eKBMp6xnA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Black Thought]&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it weights a ton&lt;br /&gt;'riq geez motherfuckers I'm a son of a gun&lt;br /&gt;Black master of any trade under the sun&lt;br /&gt;Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue&lt;br /&gt;clear my path and come get your captain hung&lt;br /&gt;Trying to breath like black'll collapse your lungs&lt;br /&gt;Young chump you could choke off the web I spun&lt;br /&gt;I done cleared 'em out from the threat I brung&lt;br /&gt;You done heard about what set I'm from&lt;br /&gt;My nigga, word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumb&lt;br /&gt;Y'all better bow down when the ruler come&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lum&lt;br /&gt;The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y'all&lt;br /&gt;cats can't walk while chewin' your gum 'n all&lt;br /&gt;With a keyboard got do with a drum 'n all&lt;br /&gt;School 'em on stage like I'm doin' a seminar&lt;br /&gt;Professional type, I'm adjusting my mic&lt;br /&gt;Go to war kid I'll give you any weapon you like&lt;br /&gt;Give you something to run from&lt;br /&gt;, bust off your dum-dum&lt;br /&gt;Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from&lt;br /&gt;It's philly world-wide phenomenom&lt;br /&gt;And reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5&lt;br /&gt;And when I finish making you recognize&lt;br /&gt;I'm getin' at a couple civilized women that's tryin' to ride&lt;br /&gt;You were waitin' on the raw to come off the oil&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get the bitches up off the wall&lt;br /&gt;Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself&lt;br /&gt;To keep you in health, this for all of y'all&lt;br /&gt;I'm quick on the draw like Black McGraw&lt;br /&gt;And I can't tell what y'all cats rappin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name 'riq geez and I'm back for more&lt;br /&gt;To get more chips than the corner store&lt;br /&gt;with a portrait of Malcom X on the door&lt;br /&gt;while I'm eatin' MCs like a carnivore&lt;br /&gt;Matter fact, ease back 'fore you get harmed&lt;br /&gt;Ring the, warning horn when I'm gon' perform&lt;br /&gt;The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove&lt;br /&gt;I'm a have y'all flicks on the evening news&lt;br /&gt;Play y'all part - get on y'all P's and Q's&lt;br /&gt;And when y'all think Thought, be prepared to lose&lt;br /&gt;Bring money to spend and somebody to lend&lt;br /&gt;And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens&lt;br /&gt;Get took for your tuck right in front of your 'hens&lt;br /&gt;Who coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friends&lt;br /&gt;Because, I put a black fist under ya chin&lt;br /&gt;Have your physical remains found under the pen&lt;br /&gt;If I'm coming up in the place, I'm coming to win&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't in it for a minute, now I'm dumbin' again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'riq geez ock, y'all can chat what y'all please&lt;br /&gt;Receive what I'm gonna give back to y'all please&lt;br /&gt;'cuz y'all don't really wanna get clapped with all these&lt;br /&gt;My man, you can take y'all strap when y'all leave&lt;br /&gt;You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze&lt;br /&gt;Ice cold, with his mellow cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;MCs, never showed loyalty yet&lt;br /&gt;Kool Herc ain't never get a royalty check&lt;br /&gt;I do work, no question, and bomb your set&lt;br /&gt;I'm calm collect, sharp like my name Gillette&lt;br /&gt;RIP my man Gillette&lt;br /&gt;Until I touch the mic, y'all people ain't seen danger yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm a decorated vet, I regulate and wreck&lt;br /&gt;Never hesitated yet, I'm gettin' heavy weighted checks&lt;br /&gt;If you would dare ask if I'm dedicated - yes&lt;br /&gt;I spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vest&lt;br /&gt;Nigga, take ya seats I'm a demonstrate a test&lt;br /&gt;How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh&lt;br /&gt;And it thump, from the east coast to Bangladesh&lt;br /&gt;Big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death&lt;br /&gt;But hold tight, cuz it's not over yet&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel like I'm not sober yet&lt;br /&gt;And it ring like shots in the projects new year's eve&lt;br /&gt;And it ain't even October yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big bounty hunter like Boba Fett&lt;br /&gt;Y'all more shell shocked then a soldier get&lt;br /&gt;If the prize in my sights then I'm goin' for this&lt;br /&gt;Whoo whoo 'riq geez be the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;I'm the corporate, give me the bulk of this&lt;br /&gt;'riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip&lt;br /&gt;Get down how you 'posed to get&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to lose, I'm a killer with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I'm like young LL, cuz I'm hard as hell&lt;br /&gt;Makin' niggaz screw face like Gargamel&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all out on my own like Patty LaBelle&lt;br /&gt;Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the beat goin'&lt;br /&gt;Keep the beat goin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-6841133527737080187?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6841133527737080187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/08/web-roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6841133527737080187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/6841133527737080187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/08/web-roots.html' title='The Web - The Roots'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-4442053619555093508</id><published>2010-08-27T14:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:29:26.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>The Verve- Bittersweet Symphony (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0e6bh2LcBfQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0e6bh2LcBfQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Verve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet Symphony Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;You're a slave to money then you die&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down&lt;br /&gt;You know the one that takes you to the places&lt;br /&gt;where all the veins meet yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No change, I can't change&lt;br /&gt;I can't change, I can't change&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I am here in my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a million different people&lt;br /&gt;from one day to the next&lt;br /&gt;I can't change my mind&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no,no,no,no,no,no(fading away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I never pray&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I'm on my knees yeah&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now&lt;br /&gt;But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No change, I can't change&lt;br /&gt;I can't change, I can't change&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I am here in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a million different people&lt;br /&gt;from one day to the next&lt;br /&gt;I can't change my mind&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;I can't change&lt;br /&gt;I can't change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find some money then you die&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down&lt;br /&gt;You know the one that takes you to the places&lt;br /&gt;where all the veins meet yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't change, I can't change&lt;br /&gt;I can't change, I can't change&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I am here in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a million different people&lt;br /&gt;from one day to the next&lt;br /&gt;I can't change my mind&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change my mind&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no, no, no,&lt;br /&gt;I can't change&lt;br /&gt;Can't change my body,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down&lt;br /&gt;Been down&lt;br /&gt;Ever been down&lt;br /&gt;Ever been down&lt;br /&gt;Ever been down&lt;br /&gt;Ever been down&lt;br /&gt;That you've ever been down&lt;br /&gt;That you've ever been down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839909417917036533-4442053619555093508?l=edwilbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4442053619555093508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/08/verve-bittersweet-symphony-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4442053619555093508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839909417917036533/posts/default/4442053619555093508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwilbe.blogspot.com/2010/08/verve-bittersweet-symphony-lyrics.html' title='The Verve- Bittersweet Symphony (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Wilson</name><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/_H2fP2dNUkdk/S0TOilHx__I/AAAAAAAAALg/CnPCjYkvXDQ/S220/trtrsssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839909417917036533.post-6292425131530919935</id><published>2010-08-26T11:17:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:29:29.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music I like'/><title type='text'>Monkey Wrench - Foo Fighters</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7rCNiiNPxA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7rCNiiNPxA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we done with innocence&lt;br /&gt;It disappeared with time, it never made much sense&lt;br /&gt;Adolescent resident&lt;br /&gt;Wasting another night on planning my revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in ten, One in ten, One in ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;One more indecent accident&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather leave than suffer this&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time to make amends&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when all your enemies are friends&lt;br /&gt;Now and then I'll try to bend&lt;br /&gt;Under pressure wind up snapping in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in ten, One in ten, One in ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;One more indecent accident&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather leave than suffer this&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(temper)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(temper)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(temper)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;One last thing before I quit&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted any more than I could fit&lt;br /&gt;Into my head I still remember every single word&lt;br /&gt;You said and all the shit that somehow came along with it&lt;br /&gt;Still there's one thing that comforts me since I was&lt;br /&gt;Always caged and now I'm free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;One more indecent accident&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather leave than suffer this&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to 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