<?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-5710592633817185204</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:33:29.733-05:00</updated><category term='structure'/><category term='gray'/><category term='setlist'/><category term='in or out'/><category term='gig'/><category term='katharine'/><category term='covers'/><category term='work'/><category term='the puppet master'/><category term='schedule'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='open mic'/><title type='text'>Sorting Debris</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for band business</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-2556253207611105707</id><published>2008-10-13T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:40:40.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrap Time 2.0</title><content type='html'>SCRAP TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;can i tell you it hurts &lt;br /&gt;to be on your list&lt;br /&gt;just another of a thousand items &lt;br /&gt;that you have to do&lt;br /&gt;i can see it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fill up your life &lt;br /&gt;with so much shit&lt;br /&gt;that when i call &lt;br /&gt;it always goes to voicemail&lt;br /&gt;just another fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;i want to be more&lt;br /&gt;and i want to mean more&lt;br /&gt;yes i need to be more than &lt;br /&gt;'drop off the laundry and go the store'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I take&lt;br /&gt;oh why do i take&lt;br /&gt;why do i take &lt;br /&gt;your scrap time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i mean&lt;br /&gt;why can't i mean&lt;br /&gt;as much to you &lt;br /&gt;as you mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;do you realize that i cry&lt;br /&gt;when i'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;like your scorned little dog&lt;br /&gt;begging at the door&lt;br /&gt;how can you ignore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll write you a song&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll listen now&lt;br /&gt;to what this cruel neglect does to me&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;i want to be more&lt;br /&gt;and i want to mean more&lt;br /&gt;yes i need to be more than &lt;br /&gt;'drop of the laundry and go to the store'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I take&lt;br /&gt;oh why do i take&lt;br /&gt;why do i take &lt;br /&gt;your scrap time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i mean&lt;br /&gt;why can't i mean&lt;br /&gt;as much to you &lt;br /&gt;as you mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(musical interlude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;i want to be more&lt;br /&gt;and i want to mean more&lt;br /&gt;yes i need to be more than&lt;br /&gt;'rewrite my essay and read Sir Thomas More'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;making my heart long to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will keep on&lt;br /&gt;i will keep on&lt;br /&gt;savoring scrap time with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-2556253207611105707?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/2556253207611105707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=2556253207611105707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/2556253207611105707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/2556253207611105707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/10/scrap-time-20.html' title='Scrap Time 2.0'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-1512326291758778363</id><published>2008-10-03T12:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:16:30.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray'/><title type='text'>Gray</title><content type='html'>Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v1)&lt;br /&gt;Midnight in London&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen ninety three&lt;br /&gt;tucked away from prying eyes &lt;br /&gt;worshiping beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so earnest&lt;br /&gt;you were so pale&lt;br /&gt;as I fingered dancing curls &lt;br /&gt;with a trembling exhale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned your laughter &lt;br /&gt;with some offhand witty phrase&lt;br /&gt;and you crept into my blood &lt;br /&gt;with your opulent gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;No one could see what you had hidden away&lt;br /&gt;stashed in your closet, painted to betray&lt;br /&gt;your gilded armor was to cover the decay&lt;br /&gt;and I watched those blue eyes I adored fade to gray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v2)&lt;br /&gt;Midday in London, &lt;br /&gt;Eighteen ninety five&lt;br /&gt;the gavel crashed straight down &lt;br /&gt;in an eloquent nosedive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your father reddened &lt;br /&gt;but we never felt the shame&lt;br /&gt;the wind was hot with whispers &lt;br /&gt;they dared not speak its name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember &lt;br /&gt;how I used to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;you ask me not to try &lt;br /&gt;you'd like to cry for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;No one could see what you had hidden away&lt;br /&gt;stashed in your closet, painted to betray&lt;br /&gt;your gilded armor was to cover the decay&lt;br /&gt;and I watched those blue eyes I adored fade to gray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see what you had hidden away&lt;br /&gt;stashed in your closet, painted to betray&lt;br /&gt;your gilded armor was to cover the decay&lt;br /&gt;and I watched those blue eyes I adored fade to gray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-1512326291758778363?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/1512326291758778363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=1512326291758778363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1512326291758778363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1512326291758778363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/10/gray.html' title='Gray'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-5873035152524208482</id><published>2008-09-22T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:36:58.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Sept 08</title><content type='html'>This week we are working on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos Caemos Bien&lt;br /&gt;Scrap Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber is off all day on Sunday so we can meet whenever is good for Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah... when would you like us to come over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-5873035152524208482?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/5873035152524208482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=5873035152524208482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5873035152524208482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5873035152524208482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/09/28-sept-08.html' title='28 Sept 08'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-8430930429544962649</id><published>2008-09-15T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:29:08.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gig'/><title type='text'>Setlist for 17 Sept gig @ HCD</title><content type='html'>Is this agreeable to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming with a Broken Heart (John Mayer cover)&lt;br /&gt;Under the Mango Tree&lt;br /&gt;Take You In&lt;br /&gt;Apologize (OneRepublic cover)&lt;br /&gt;The Puppet Master&lt;br /&gt;In or Out&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist (Coldplay cover)&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Survive&lt;br /&gt;Katharine&lt;br /&gt;This Love (Maroon 5 cover)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-8430930429544962649?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/8430930429544962649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=8430930429544962649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/8430930429544962649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/8430930429544962649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/09/setlist-for-17-sept-gig-hcd.html' title='Setlist for 17 Sept gig @ HCD'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-682730694646493634</id><published>2008-09-13T18:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:29:45.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY SARAH</title><content type='html'>Does your laptop have USB 2.0???  Also Liz too if you want to check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-682730694646493634?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/682730694646493634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=682730694646493634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/682730694646493634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/682730694646493634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-sarah.html' title='HEY SARAH'/><author><name>Noah Maze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pS_uIJ8GokM/S8xmy_HGcmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D-hl5epI0Ow/S220/x6260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-4642648328337560635</id><published>2008-09-11T23:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:56:43.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open mic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gig'/><title type='text'>Hog City Deli open mic 17 Sept</title><content type='html'>We need a setlist for the Deli Gig.  We have no idea how many songs we will have time to play.  Here are the songs we have enough parts on and some covers that I think would be good.  OY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorting Debris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Mango Tree (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;In or Out (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;The Puppetmaster (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;Katharine (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;Survive (Sarah can play the guitar part b/c I can't nail the bridge yet)&lt;br /&gt;Second Chance (We had worked out something earlier... otherwise Sarah can play my part)&lt;br /&gt;Take You In (I think we can rig up a piano part pretty easy... I have some ideas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Covers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize -OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming with a broken heart -John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist -Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stop Believing -Journey&lt;br /&gt;This Love - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Yellow Brick Road -Elton John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-4642648328337560635?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/4642648328337560635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=4642648328337560635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/4642648328337560635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/4642648328337560635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/09/hog-city-deli-open-mic-17-sept.html' title='Hog City Deli open mic 17 Sept'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-5257764963172037987</id><published>2008-09-03T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:55:51.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the puppet master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katharine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in or out'/><title type='text'>07 Sept Meeting</title><content type='html'>We will be working on getting parts for everyone on Katharine, In or Out, and Puppet Master.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine:&lt;br /&gt;Completed: lyrics, vocals, rhythm guitar, bass, piano&lt;br /&gt;Needs: a part for Noah.  We have a little bit of a lead guitar worked out but it needs work.  Also needs background vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In or Out: &lt;br /&gt;Completed: lyrics, vocals, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;Needs: bass, Sarah and Noah need parts... or one of them can take my part and I'll just sing or do something else.  also needs background vocals.  Did any of you have ideas for any parts at the last band meeting that you put in your notes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Puppet Master: &lt;br /&gt;Completed: lyrics, vocals, rhythm guitar, bass&lt;br /&gt;Needs: more work on background vocals, part for noah, possible fourth part?  any ideas here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please use this post to put in suggestions, ideas, comments, criticism, praise... whatever... so people can start getting ready for working on this stuff at the band meeting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-5257764963172037987?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/5257764963172037987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=5257764963172037987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5257764963172037987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5257764963172037987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/09/07-sept-meeting.html' title='07 Sept Meeting'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-5376069545326494275</id><published>2008-09-03T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:49:42.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIST</title><content type='html'>Here are the songs in order of number of votes and alphabetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJ Song&lt;br /&gt;in or out&lt;br /&gt;Katharine&lt;br /&gt;Puppet Master&lt;br /&gt;Under the Mango Tree&lt;br /&gt;Nos Caemos Bien&lt;br /&gt;Scrap Time&lt;br /&gt;Second Chance&lt;br /&gt;Survive&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;Take you in&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;dada&lt;br /&gt;damocles&lt;br /&gt;worst bf ever&lt;br /&gt;walmart&lt;br /&gt;brown paper bag&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer&lt;br /&gt;piety&lt;br /&gt;reality&lt;br /&gt;the leech&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;ricky ricky&lt;br /&gt;when she smiles that smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will use this, roughly, to make the schedule.  I am going to give Noah a little more time to work on the blue jeans song so we'll skip it for a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we will be working on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in or out&lt;br /&gt;Katharine&lt;br /&gt;Puppet Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine and Puppet Master are basically done so that will be easy. In or Out needs more parts.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to open a new thread to discuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-5376069545326494275?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/5376069545326494275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=5376069545326494275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5376069545326494275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5376069545326494275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/09/list.html' title='THE LIST'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-5107070659316657690</id><published>2008-09-03T10:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:10:24.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covers'/><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Janice thinks we should cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds - Still  (from over the hedge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-39eLRMqYg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-39eLRMqYg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds - Tiny Dancer (Elton John cover!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g06RXYsksRg "&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g06RXYsksRg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds - Jesusland  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjqiQQ2L1qA&amp;feature=user"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjqiQQ2L1qA&amp;feature=user&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some ideas.  &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-5107070659316657690?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/5107070659316657690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=5107070659316657690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5107070659316657690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5107070659316657690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/09/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-3856840887781775154</id><published>2008-09-03T02:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:37:40.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Addition</title><content type='html'>...to Elizabeth's list of various covers (the only one I think is completely silly is Rocket Man - seriously... when Shatner's done a song that way, one cannot go back), I'm going to propose these songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stop Believing - Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile - Sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let the Sun (Go Down on Me) - Elton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... and some more I can't remember.  Because its 2:30 in the morning.  More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-3856840887781775154?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/3856840887781775154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=3856840887781775154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/3856840887781775154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/3856840887781775154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-addition.html' title='In Addition'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-92590315805401248</id><published>2008-09-03T01:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:05:09.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covers'/><title type='text'>Liz's possible covers!!</title><content type='html'>Here are the songs I want to cover!&lt;br /&gt;(besides sarah's awesome picks of apologize and dreaming with a broken heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sweet Lord - George Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ls8Mhoafn0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ls8Mhoafn0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Noah to sing leads and the rest of us background vocals.  This will be the greatest thing ever.  This song comes on in the deli a lot and I heard it on the radio today.  It's a total ear worm. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;((OMG. here's a john mayer version!! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPxiF330HSY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPxiF330HSY&lt;/a&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields of Gold - Sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UppX6vP3c4g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UppX6vP3c4g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful classic song.  Amber already has the bass and I know I can sing it.  It'll make the audience sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bend and Break - Keane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ke6iwn71l0I&amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ke6iwn71l0I&amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keane fucking rocks.  It was this one or 'everybody's changing' and this one is more upbeat.  We'd have to improv a guitar part, tho. LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3Kd7IGPyeg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3Kd7IGPyeg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous song and it was a popular single!  We have some parts already and I can sing it ... well... I like to think so. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow.  I just found an awesome female vocal version of the scientist... &lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsUK4mlv9m0&amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsUK4mlv9m0&amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvgZkm1xWPE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvgZkm1xWPE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know this song has instruments that we can only dream of... but we can do an acoustic version!  This song comes on the radio like every 15 minutes right now so the audience should definitely be surprised to hear our version.  I've played it with guitar only and sang and it sounds fab. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocket Man - Sir Elton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzrKlEtxTx4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzrKlEtxTx4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually tried to sing this one yet... but I think it would rock. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling You - Blue October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsvoTkx1mQY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsvoTkx1mQY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Xvl5NIYRMo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Xvl5NIYRMo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my very favorite song a couple years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-92590315805401248?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/92590315805401248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=92590315805401248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/92590315805401248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/92590315805401248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/09/lizs-possible-covers.html' title='Liz&apos;s possible covers!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-478173127620299464</id><published>2008-09-03T00:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:45:34.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summer squeeze</title><content type='html'>verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;you were my summer squeeze&lt;br /&gt;my muse, my little tease&lt;br /&gt;you had me tripping out&lt;br /&gt;with those sweet lips of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus 1:&lt;br /&gt;now it's fall and we've both moved on&lt;br /&gt;but i can't say i regret&lt;br /&gt;those secret kisses&lt;br /&gt;and special hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;though i wish i could still&lt;br /&gt;be your little plaything&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you've found your&lt;br /&gt;full-time squeeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never got a chance&lt;br /&gt;to taste your honey pot&lt;br /&gt;i never got past&lt;br /&gt;first base with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;if you'd like a third for company&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm up for it baby&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just glad i found&lt;br /&gt;such a good friend in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to verse 1 (play only once this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(posted the mp3 in the box to your right)&lt;br /&gt;*Edit: The up tempo version is up now&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/5710592633817185204-478173127620299464?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/478173127620299464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=478173127620299464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/478173127620299464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/478173127620299464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-squeeze.html' title='summer squeeze'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-6373118750720154501</id><published>2008-08-29T02:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:59:51.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably Rubbish...</title><content type='html'>...but I think it sounds kinda pretty.  Then again, my guitar may be out of tune, but I'm too lazy to fix it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F C Dm Am Bb F Bb C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit: This has a chorus now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C* Am7 C F C G&lt;br /&gt;C* Am7 C F C ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where C* is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e -3-&lt;br /&gt;B -1-&lt;br /&gt;G -0-&lt;br /&gt;D -2-&lt;br /&gt;A -3-&lt;br /&gt;E -0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just to lazy to look up what that chord is actually called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything this goes to either.  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, now no one can say I didn't contribute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-6373118750720154501?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/6373118750720154501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=6373118750720154501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6373118750720154501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6373118750720154501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/08/probably-rubbish.html' title='Probably Rubbish...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-3223867172449237795</id><published>2008-08-20T15:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:12:35.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Master List</title><content type='html'>Here is the master list (as far as I know) of songs we have worked on and what we have worked out on them.  Please correct this list if I forgot anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;some lyrics, some rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Jeans Song&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, some rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ricky ricky&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survive&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar, some bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good-bye&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damocles&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the puppet master&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar, some background vox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos caemos bien&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brown paper bag&lt;br /&gt;some lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap of the world&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer&lt;br /&gt;some lyrics, some rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, piano/rhythm guitar(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in or out&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she smiles that smile&lt;br /&gt;lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrap time&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leech&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst boyfriend ever&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piety&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar, piano, bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take you in&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar, bass, lead guitar outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second chance&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar, bass, some lead guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the mango tree&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, rhythm guitar, some lead guitar, bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this list directly off this website so if I forgot anything it's because no one has posted the lyrics on here yet. According to this list we have 24 songs. We need to aim for about 10 to work on... although some of these songs are really, really short... more like half a song... so we could probably comfortably fit more than 10 in to a set and not seem like we are going on forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-3223867172449237795?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/3223867172449237795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=3223867172449237795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/3223867172449237795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/3223867172449237795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/08/master-list.html' title='Master List'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-6806687779006778839</id><published>2008-08-20T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:27:16.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tfhfdhdsfhd</title><content type='html'>CAPITOL LETTERS mean Major Chords&lt;br /&gt;lowercase mean minor chords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d           G&lt;br /&gt;If I had to choose&lt;br /&gt;           a                  F G&lt;br /&gt;between my favorite jeans and you&lt;br /&gt;  d                 G&lt;br /&gt;I think it might be close,&lt;br /&gt;      a                F          G&lt;br /&gt;but I know its time to throw them both&lt;br /&gt; C&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fabric has worn thin&lt;br /&gt;the holes are tearing further open&lt;br /&gt;there's more to life than comfort&lt;br /&gt;and this verse is unfinished as heck-pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus?&lt;br /&gt;I love apples, but I wouldn't eat a rotten one&lt;br /&gt;I feel like and asshole, but&lt;br /&gt;this run? its done.  I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge?&lt;br /&gt;d            G          a&lt;br /&gt; I'll never settle for less&lt;br /&gt;d            G          C&lt;br /&gt; I'll never settle at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-6806687779006778839?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/6806687779006778839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=6806687779006778839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6806687779006778839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6806687779006778839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/08/tfhfdhdsfhd.html' title='tfhfdhdsfhd'/><author><name>Noah Maze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pS_uIJ8GokM/S8xmy_HGcmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D-hl5epI0Ow/S220/x6260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-5688163570374411592</id><published>2008-08-19T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:29:00.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ricky ricky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verse 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the corner&lt;br /&gt;wearing your fancy fur coat&lt;br /&gt;you smugly glance my way&lt;br /&gt;seeming rather pleased with yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we play a staring game&lt;br /&gt;damn, you're pretty good&lt;br /&gt;with those mismatched eyes&lt;br /&gt;you stare right back,&lt;br /&gt;and you kinda freak me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's going on&lt;br /&gt;in that little brain of yours&lt;br /&gt;you're fickle, you little brat&lt;br /&gt;but still i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verse 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i come home&lt;br /&gt;late at night, weary from the day&lt;br /&gt;you dart around, chasing shadows&lt;br /&gt;and all you want to do is play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ricky, ricky, you're so weird&lt;br /&gt;in all your quirky ways&lt;br /&gt;you're so vain you think&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this song for you&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i guess i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you shit on my carpet&lt;br /&gt;and you leave your hair everywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-5688163570374411592?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/5688163570374411592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=5688163570374411592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5688163570374411592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5688163570374411592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/08/ricky-ricky.html' title='ricky ricky'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-1598712165075131709</id><published>2008-08-19T00:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:34:06.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Recordings</title><content type='html'>Eh, its easier than email, and I don't have any CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.box.net/static/flash/widget_player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="subString=folderId=j38xabj8k8,color=000000,title=Sorting Debris" wmode="transparent" width="275" height="258"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Chance is fresh - the timing's a little off but I don't want to sit here and fix it.  Its late and there's a delay on Audacity.  It is actually fairly accurate after the first little bit.  Eh, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take You In test 1 - the early cut of Hansel and Gretel before it had a name (and may be getting another name change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango - Liz, the guitar, and a microphone.  I haven't edited the new one yet but it'll be up tomorrow (in the same flash box).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In or Out - same as Mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have Survive recorded, and Katharine... um... I think that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-1598712165075131709?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/1598712165075131709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=1598712165075131709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1598712165075131709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1598712165075131709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-recordings.html' title='Some Recordings'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-8228664606535846715</id><published>2008-08-18T16:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:10:10.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='structure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Structure!!</title><content type='html'>Alright, alright! I hear you!!  It has been brought to my attention that the band needs to start getting some structure in meetings so that we can work towards our goal of playing for more people than can fit in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we are going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next full band meeting we have... where everyone can make it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will play every single song we have written so far (even songs we played once then wandered away from).  Everyone will have paper and pens and will take notes.  Everyone get all your songs and song ideas together and bring them to rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that meeting everyone will go on their own and make a list of their ideal setlist.  Pick 10 original songs that we have and type them on this blog.  These are not the songs that you necessarily like the best or think are the best... they are the songs that you think would make the best set.  We will need a mix of slow, fast, happy, sad, etc, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we have more than 10 songs that we are working on so some songs will be left out.  We just all need to agree not to get defensive or hurt if a song we write doesn't make the cut.  This is business time so no feelings!! (Yes, I am talking to myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can then take the lists and cross-reference them.  The songs that get the least number of votes get eliminated.  I figure we will probably end up with a list of 10-15 songs.  These will be the songs we need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other band rehearsals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each band rehearsal we will pick 2 songs that we really focus on but we will play all the songs that we have worked on so far at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Rehearsal Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone show any new material they are working on.  New chord progressions or lyrics.  We can discuss new stuff as a band and see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Play one - three songs that we have worked on so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rehearse last week's focus song.  This should be the song that we worked on at the end of the last band meeting.  We can work on getting all the timing smoothed out and making sure we can play it together flawlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Play one - 3 songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Work on this week's focus song.  Now we will work on getting everyone parts to a song that we haven't focused on yet.  This will be the most creative part as we try to get a song together.  We can also take this time to record the parts that we have down and email them to everyone so we can practice.  Then everyone can individually work on their part at home and be ready for working on playing it together at the next band meeting.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Play the rest of the songs we haven't played yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Go hang out and act stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the schedule for each week's main band meeting... as long as everyone is there.  If there is a week when someone can't make it than we can just work on individual parts to which ever songs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we create our 'set list' I can make a schedule of when we will work on which song and post it on this blog.  The set list we make isn't set in stone... but I think it will be a good starting point to make sure that we get songs going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone in agreement about this?  Please post a comment and let me know if you agree to this... have any modifications... hate it... love it... whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An addendum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah pointed out in the comments that I forgot to mention covers.  He has a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to schedule a band meeting where we get together and everyone brings 5 cover songs that they would like to put in for consideration.  We can take some time and listen to them all and discuss.  This way we can choose which songs we are going to cover as an informed group.  Start looking around for songs that we can cover and get them on a CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to pick songs that are widely known, that we can actually pull off playing, and that I can actually sing. LOL.  Obviously we can take songs and modify them to suit us but let's not get too ambitious just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and bonus points if you bring a Coldplay song. =P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-8228664606535846715?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/8228664606535846715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=8228664606535846715' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/8228664606535846715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/8228664606535846715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/08/structure.html' title='Structure!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-8330800272369680170</id><published>2008-08-15T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:55:41.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Covers and Gigs</title><content type='html'>I know we have a bit to go before we start playing outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; living room, but I think we need to kind of kick it in gear. It seems to me we work on our stuff during the week alone, but at the meetings we play maybe two or three songs once through and then call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth spoke to a girl that played at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HCD&lt;/span&gt; the other day, and she said she plays about one cover to every two original songs when she plays shows.  An average (short) set is about 45 minutes, so a rough estimate is 12 songs total.  8 SD songs and 4 covers, and some chatting with the audience.  We should really have about 10 SD songs and 5 covers just to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through a tally, here's what we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine: Pretty much done.  It has guitar, piano, and a bass line.  My opinion is that it needs lead guitar during the musical interlude more than it needs a drum line.  I don't know if anyone agrees with me on that - but when I hear the interlude I hear Sarah's kick ass piano, me and Liz trying to keep the rhythm, and a really clean, clear, melody-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; lead guitar bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Chance: Also pretty much done.  Rhythm and bass are for the most part where we want it to be, and the lead guitar is coming along - I had a bit of trouble hearing it when we jammed last time because I was right next to my amp and could only hear myself (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;).  I think this one would sound killer with some type of deep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rhythmic&lt;/span&gt; something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it.  And it isn't for lack of trying - but the problem we're facing right now is most of the songs only one person knows how to play.  I think that maybe we should take the next few band meetings to really pick only one song to really focus on.  We need to all know the songs.  This means that whoever wrote the song needs to kind of take the helm and make sure the other members know how it is supposed to sound and how to play it.  We all play guitar (some better than others), there's no reason why we shouldn't know how to play the rhythm of each song.  The recordings are great, but nothing compared to serious one on one, slowing down the tempo and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should take the next couple months and get intimately familiar with the rest of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;song base&lt;/span&gt;.  According to the girl that played the deli we need about 6-8 more original songs and about 4 covers.  I know we all kind of agreed that we wanted to do Across the Universe, so that's one.  Elizabeth and I want to do Don't Stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Believin&lt;/span&gt;' by Journey.  I know its silly but Elizabeth's voice sounds really cool singing it, and I already know the bass line so that's a step forward.  I know Sarah has mentioned Happy Together by The Turtles.  There's three.  But can we play them?  Do we know them inside out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This upcoming Sunday I think we should take some time and decide which songs we want to focus on to prepare for lives.  I think Katharine and Second Chance are a given, I submit those two.  So we need 6-8 more.  I think everyone should have a say and pick two songs each that we should focus on to get us to 10?  I don't know how we are going to want to approach that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  I didn't really anticipate this post being this long, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-8330800272369680170?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/8330800272369680170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=8330800272369680170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/8330800272369680170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/8330800272369680170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-covers-and-gigs.html' title='Of Covers and Gigs'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-6334153395959256438</id><published>2008-08-14T00:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:47:42.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some noises I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;These are various chord progressions I wrote in my harry potter book i hope you like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;def&gt; G#/D#, D#sus4, G#/C, Cm&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/def&gt;D#/A#, A#sus4, D#/G, Gm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E, G, A, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G, F#, E &lt;/span&gt;(If you repeat the bolded part it makes a pretty slick vamp fyi)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G, C, G, C, G#, F, G, C&lt;br /&gt;A#, G#, G, D#, D-D#, D, C&lt;br /&gt;C+, F, Cmaj, F#maj, and then some weird-ass symbol that looks like &lt;a href="http://g.photos.cx/thing-d5.PNG"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; I think I already have a song for this one but I can't remember it right now. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;F, Fm, C&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cm, G, F#, F&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here are some melodies that I tried to make while forcing myself to write in B Locrian:&lt;br /&gt;C, B, D, E, F, B&lt;br /&gt;B(Octave), A, EFE (triplet), B&lt;br /&gt;EBEAGEDAB (Bdim chord on the end)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here is some crummy unrelated tablature i wrote next to the cliffnotes of my version of the mango tree song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; EADGBE&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;X03400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;X30200&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;022000&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EADGBE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; 4030XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; 230XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've already shown all these to Elizabeth but here they are again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dm, G, Am, F, F, G, C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;E, G, A, G-F#, E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GGE, DA, GGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.photos.cx/thing-15.PNG"&gt;Gonna Draw this one as it is on the paper because I can't figure out what I meant by it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-6334153395959256438?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/6334153395959256438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=6334153395959256438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6334153395959256438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6334153395959256438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-noises-i-guess.html' title='some noises I guess'/><author><name>Noah Maze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pS_uIJ8GokM/S8xmy_HGcmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D-hl5epI0Ow/S220/x6260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-1636663127204303292</id><published>2008-08-12T09:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:13:15.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>survive</title><content type='html'>Here is an almost finished song...  I already have guitar for it.  I'm working on the rest of the verses now.  ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was a young girl who needed to believe&lt;br /&gt;that she belonged to something bigger than herself&lt;br /&gt;he was a young boy who always had the feeling&lt;br /&gt;that he could be bigger than anybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fates conspired to bring them to each other&lt;br /&gt;a couple kindred spirits in a small Texas town&lt;br /&gt;Together they wandered aimlessly through empty streets&lt;br /&gt;weaving mass conspiracies about everything around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;and they were running through the graveyard&lt;br /&gt;making up stories and chasing demons&lt;br /&gt;running through the churchyard&lt;br /&gt;searching for signs that god's alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living in that small town&lt;br /&gt;trying not to lose themselves&lt;br /&gt;living in their own world&lt;br /&gt;just trying to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v2)  (or a musical interlude?)&lt;br /&gt;(verses)&lt;br /&gt;(verses)&lt;br /&gt;(verses)&lt;br /&gt;(verses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never noticed dark circles underneath his eyes&lt;br /&gt;etched there by the secrets that he thought he couldn't share&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he noticed a glimpse of shame darken her face&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to ask her why, but he didn't dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BRIDGE)&lt;br /&gt;Midsummer evenings can cast a spell to ease teenage pain&lt;br /&gt;Tucked away graveyards can become magic lands in the mind&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know that the secrets that they kept were the same&lt;br /&gt;When will they realize that beneath it they were two of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-1636663127204303292?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/1636663127204303292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=1636663127204303292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1636663127204303292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1636663127204303292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/08/survive.html' title='survive'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-8542165970813581417</id><published>2008-07-23T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:51:25.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good-bye</title><content type='html'>i wrote a dear john letter today&lt;br /&gt;the words flowed easily&lt;br /&gt;and i said i was through with him&lt;br /&gt;still my heart won't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said i'd regret it someday&lt;br /&gt;but i feel no remorse for&lt;br /&gt;shielding my heart from his&lt;br /&gt;jagged words that wound me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;now why don't you&lt;br /&gt;go on and leave my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need&lt;br /&gt;the self-contempt&lt;br /&gt;you breed in me&lt;br /&gt;good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've accused and betrayed&lt;br /&gt;but in the same breath you plead&lt;br /&gt;for my trust, my respect&lt;br /&gt;but you threw those away yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done living under the tyranny&lt;br /&gt;of your impossible standards&lt;br /&gt;i'm done hating myself&lt;br /&gt;because i don't measure up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-8542165970813581417?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/8542165970813581417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=8542165970813581417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/8542165970813581417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/8542165970813581417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-bye.html' title='good-bye'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-5063917119502457237</id><published>2008-07-15T11:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:39:37.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>damocles</title><content type='html'>this one's jazzy and as usual, full of pathos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;i blame myself for ignoring&lt;br /&gt;damocles' sword hanging&lt;br /&gt;over my head, dangling,&lt;br /&gt;teasing, waiting for it to drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew you had it in you&lt;br /&gt;your words have finally been released&lt;br /&gt;like a dagger thrusting downward&lt;br /&gt;piercing straight through my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't ask for this&lt;br /&gt;did i provoke you in some way?&lt;br /&gt;your fragile self-restraint is shattered,&lt;br /&gt;and now your words pierce me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why'd you have to go on&lt;br /&gt;and label me these awful things?&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather take the label&lt;br /&gt;of not yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;i blame myself for placing my&lt;br /&gt;self-worth in your opinion of me&lt;br /&gt;daddy has held the admiring gaze&lt;br /&gt;of these big blue hopeful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's too bad you require&lt;br /&gt;too much from me&lt;br /&gt;if i can never measure up&lt;br /&gt;am i doomed to self-hate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-5063917119502457237?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/5063917119502457237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=5063917119502457237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5063917119502457237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5063917119502457237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/07/damocles.html' title='damocles'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-2257694072411403375</id><published>2008-07-14T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:36:19.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the puppet master</title><content type='html'>verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;she prances you around&lt;br /&gt;like her own personal puppet&lt;br /&gt;controlling every move you make&lt;br /&gt;changing every thought you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;hey, you don't need her&lt;br /&gt;she's just a bottom-feeder&lt;br /&gt;she'll hook into you and suck you dry&lt;br /&gt;she'll drain you of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;she steals your strength&lt;br /&gt;'cause she has none&lt;br /&gt;she'll take it all if you don't&lt;br /&gt;stand up for yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-2257694072411403375?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/2257694072411403375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=2257694072411403375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/2257694072411403375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/2257694072411403375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/07/puppet-master.html' title='the puppet master'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-1262522115691113853</id><published>2008-07-14T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:37:07.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>i suck at titles. you guys need to come up with a title for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;you must feel&lt;br /&gt;so righteous in your indignation&lt;br /&gt;your fear has gripped you&lt;br /&gt;and your anger burns you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could make you listen&lt;br /&gt;i might give it a shot&lt;br /&gt;but you've already tuned me out&lt;br /&gt;you'll never give it a second thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;why don't you step in my shoes?&lt;br /&gt;feel the pain that has ravaged my soul&lt;br /&gt;why don't you try on reality for a day?&lt;br /&gt;what would it take to make you live out&lt;br /&gt;this empathy you proclaim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;i can't hear your claims&lt;br /&gt;of humility over the din&lt;br /&gt;of your obnoxious self-righteousness&lt;br /&gt;you plug your ears and pretend you're okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll try to fix me with&lt;br /&gt;your formulas and scripture verses&lt;br /&gt;you can't get your hands dirty&lt;br /&gt;you can't listen and just be here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-1262522115691113853?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/1262522115691113853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=1262522115691113853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;i might drown in the depths&lt;br /&gt;of your deep blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;i might lose myself&lt;br /&gt;i might lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're like my kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;my knees go weak&lt;br /&gt;when i'm around you&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stop from falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;it's too late&lt;br /&gt;i've already fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;i can't change this fact&lt;br /&gt;i can only delay my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i want you&lt;br /&gt;it just won't work right now&lt;br /&gt;i'd love a little taste&lt;br /&gt;but i know i'd take it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.2&lt;br /&gt;why'd you have to come along&lt;br /&gt;so unexpected and change&lt;br /&gt;my plans, my future,&lt;br /&gt;that path i was walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't turn back now&lt;br /&gt;i can't look away&lt;br /&gt;i can't break my gaze with the one&lt;br /&gt;my heart truly belongs to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refrain:&lt;br /&gt;maybe we can wait a while&lt;br /&gt;till i'm not so torn&lt;br /&gt;and you're not so scared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-548775400706445360?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/548775400706445360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=548775400706445360' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/548775400706445360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/548775400706445360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/07/se-cayemos-bien.html' title='nos caemos bien'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-6616176023919458481</id><published>2008-06-30T22:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:46:40.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover #1 - Across the Universe</title><content type='html'>At the band meeting today we decided that the first song we want to learn for covering at gigs is Across the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the best chord tab I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/beatles/across_the_universe_crd.htm"&gt;http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/beatles/across_the_universe_crd.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is on YouTube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rj-4t9drUlM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rj-4t9drUlM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piano version looks pretty cool... I don't think its accurate but it sounds neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgjfuzM3SP0&amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgjfuzM3SP0&amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-6616176023919458481?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/6616176023919458481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=6616176023919458481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6616176023919458481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6616176023919458481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/cover-1-across-universe.html' title='Cover #1 - Across the Universe'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-6577398103552445210</id><published>2008-06-28T11:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:50:27.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brown paper bag</title><content type='html'>I wrote this song in a brown paper bag&lt;br /&gt;so no one else can see just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song on an old piece of trash&lt;br /&gt;so I can stash it somewhere and never reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I can't help but feel that there's something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;that could ruin my whole life if I don't look away in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this song all to myself&lt;br /&gt;hidden on the inside of &lt;br /&gt;a brown paper bag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-6577398103552445210?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/6577398103552445210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=6577398103552445210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6577398103552445210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6577398103552445210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/brown-paper-bag.html' title='brown paper bag'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-3474101081935214121</id><published>2008-06-23T22:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:59:58.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crap of the world</title><content type='html'>edit: now has music! yay! (it's another peppy one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.1&lt;br /&gt;we are all slaves to something&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying it's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;all i know is sometimes&lt;br /&gt;being a slave takes part of your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are slaves to their religion&lt;br /&gt;i used to be there myself&lt;br /&gt;others say 'yes sir' to their jobs, to society&lt;br /&gt;entrapped by their own fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;they wear their fancy tokens&lt;br /&gt;in a stupid game of vanity&lt;br /&gt;but their souls are vapid&lt;br /&gt;and gone is their identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be like them&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be the&lt;br /&gt;all-singing, all-dancing&lt;br /&gt;crap of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.2&lt;br /&gt;i've seen a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;enslaved by image and consumerism&lt;br /&gt;it's a sad sight to see&lt;br /&gt;someone afraid to just be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that destiny&lt;br /&gt;is not a matter of chance&lt;br /&gt;it's all about choice&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be in control&lt;br /&gt;than be a blind automaton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we ever really free?&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things&lt;br /&gt;bidding for control of our souls&lt;br /&gt;and we ignorantly comply&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-3474101081935214121?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/3474101081935214121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=3474101081935214121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/3474101081935214121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/3474101081935214121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/crap-of-world.html' title='crap of the world'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-1702436338362206452</id><published>2008-06-23T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:39:37.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>this one sounds fairly peppy compared to some other ones i've written. i may add to it later... just pulled this one from the archives and came up with a tune to it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the strongest&lt;br /&gt;when he wraps me in his arms&lt;br /&gt;his strength surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;and becomes my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy is renewed in me&lt;br /&gt;at the sound of his laughter,&lt;br /&gt;the sight of his playful grin,&lt;br /&gt;our silly little inside jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it how he&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;perfectly safe,&lt;br /&gt;loved and cherished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it how our hearts&lt;br /&gt;unite together&lt;br /&gt;in this unseen,&lt;br /&gt;deeply felt dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his calmness tames&lt;br /&gt;the wildest anxieties within&lt;br /&gt;his acceptance and confidence&lt;br /&gt;wrap me up, glue me together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-1702436338362206452?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/1702436338362206452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=1702436338362206452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1702436338362206452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1702436338362206452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-7803959714589572236</id><published>2008-06-22T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:13:53.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>G-A-C</title><content type='html'>C - D - G - C - D - G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g   d        c                   g      d       c   d&lt;br /&gt;i'm fallin' in love with a man from Japan&lt;br /&gt;g   d              c   d                g    d - c - d&lt;br /&gt;at least they tell me he's a man&lt;br /&gt;g d           c      d            g       d         c  d&lt;br /&gt;I saw him kissing other guys on the stage&lt;br /&gt;g   d    c  d     g             d        c  d&lt;br /&gt;apparently in japan its all the rage&lt;br /&gt;g     d    c   --------      g        d   c&lt;br /&gt;man on man action in japan oh japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g    a    c&lt;br /&gt;G - A - C&lt;br /&gt;g    a    c&lt;br /&gt;G - A - C&lt;br /&gt;        g   a    c-------------------------g&lt;br /&gt;I can almost spell your name with&lt;br /&gt;a    c&lt;br /&gt;my guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(same chords)&lt;br /&gt;G - A- C&lt;br /&gt;G - A- C&lt;br /&gt;I can almost spell your name with&lt;br /&gt;my guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bridge&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f                      d                 g&lt;br /&gt;and there are problems in every relationship&lt;br /&gt;f          d        g&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak Japanese&lt;br /&gt;f            d     g-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;and you live thousands of miles away&lt;br /&gt;b              f                  d&lt;br /&gt;you don't even know I exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(same chorus chords)&lt;br /&gt;G - A - C&lt;br /&gt;G - A - C&lt;br /&gt;I can almost spell your name with&lt;br /&gt;my guitar&lt;br /&gt;G -A -C&lt;br /&gt;G - A - C&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin in love with a&lt;br /&gt;f               d        g&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Superstar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-7803959714589572236?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/7803959714589572236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=7803959714589572236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/7803959714589572236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/7803959714589572236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/g-c.html' title='G-A-C'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-8472682305845462776</id><published>2008-06-21T16:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:03:51.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing i never meant to be (incomplete)</title><content type='html'>This is a song that I have been working on for a while... usually while in my shower.  it has a tune but needs to be filled out and completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the person I've turned out to be &lt;br /&gt;five years ago I'd have slapped my own face &lt;br /&gt;it seems impossible that this was deep inside all along &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you say &lt;br /&gt;you didnt raise me this way &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;I never meant to be your sworn enemy &lt;br /&gt;I never meant to be the thing that you despise &lt;br /&gt;and I &lt;br /&gt;I never meant to be anything to embarrass you &lt;br /&gt;but I can't change &lt;br /&gt;The things I never meant to be &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bridge: &lt;br /&gt;sometimes in life you find yourself travelling down a path &lt;br /&gt;but you don't know how you got there &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;how can you make you way back to the place you were &lt;br /&gt;when you can't retrace your steps? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and don't think that I don't notice the sudden silence that's stolen &lt;br /&gt;the air now that you know &lt;br /&gt;now you know &lt;br /&gt;The wrinkles outline the empty space were once you use to smile at me &lt;br /&gt;You use to smile at me &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;div 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(incomplete)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-1658738428368858282</id><published>2008-06-21T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:04:33.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becca buys a new life (song scraps)</title><content type='html'>Here are little lines that I have thought up from my song about the girl who buys a life at walmart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca rose today&lt;br /&gt;and said "Hey! This is my life, but I don't want it!&lt;br /&gt;I want all the things that I have seen in movies and on tv." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she had bills to pay&lt;br /&gt;and only $15 in her pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she hopped into the car&lt;br /&gt;A ¼ tank can't get her far &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only $15 she bought a brand new life &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bridge&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you want a life worth more&lt;br /&gt;you must go further than the corner store&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-1658738428368858282?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/1658738428368858282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=1658738428368858282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1658738428368858282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1658738428368858282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/becca-buys-new-life.html' title='Becca buys a new life (song scraps)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-6539441084261913252</id><published>2008-06-21T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:59:13.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer (song snip)</title><content type='html'>I am trying to decide which direction to take this song.  i am inclined to not add many more words... but there could be more... hmm... hard to say.  sarah and i banged out an awesome tune once so we need to pick it back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll only break your heart&lt;br /&gt;don't fall for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lead you on&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you love songs&lt;br /&gt;but in the end I'll flee&lt;br /&gt;don't fall for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-6539441084261913252?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/6539441084261913252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=6539441084261913252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6539441084261913252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6539441084261913252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/disclaimer-song-snip.html' title='Disclaimer (song snip)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-5884175128006852009</id><published>2008-06-21T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:42:08.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;I know you're scared&lt;br /&gt;I see you trembling&lt;br /&gt;I see you reaching for&lt;br /&gt;something to hold onto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss her so&lt;br /&gt;You call out for her&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's been 20 years&lt;br /&gt;she's been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;and you're crying and shaking&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you miss her so,&lt;br /&gt;just call out to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;to hang onto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;You're so confused&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When she was there&lt;br /&gt;holding you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-5884175128006852009?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/5884175128006852009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=5884175128006852009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5884175128006852009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5884175128006852009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-8733309330927481899</id><published>2008-06-21T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:38:29.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Venus and Adonis (song scrap)</title><content type='html'>This has a slow tune but this is all I have.  I have absolutely no idea what this song should be about.  It could go many different ways.  Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I, I am, no goddess of love&lt;br /&gt;and you, my dear, are no perfect roman stud&lt;br /&gt;but Venus chased Adonis all over those old hills&lt;br /&gt;and I, I'll keep on, chasing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-8733309330927481899?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/8733309330927481899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=8733309330927481899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/8733309330927481899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/8733309330927481899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/venus-and-adonis-song-scrap.html' title='Venus and Adonis (song scrap)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-9174414833639032356</id><published>2008-06-21T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:33:35.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in or out</title><content type='html'>in or out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder how would things be different&lt;br /&gt;if things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;would i be enamored with your temperament?&lt;br /&gt;your cherry blossom game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(prechorus)&lt;br /&gt;would i even want you&lt;br /&gt;if you could be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;how would i feel&lt;br /&gt;if my feelings were real&lt;br /&gt;if they actually counted for anything &lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i rush to your arms&lt;br /&gt;or away from your charm&lt;br /&gt;would we fall in or out? &lt;br /&gt;in or out of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v2)&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the first time I saw you face&lt;br /&gt;but now your lips haunt my songs&lt;br /&gt;But would I treasure each fleeting, stolen kiss&lt;br /&gt;if no one said they were wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(prechorus 2)&lt;br /&gt;Am I only longing for &lt;br /&gt;things I shouldn't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-9174414833639032356?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/9174414833639032356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=9174414833639032356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/9174414833639032356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/9174414833639032356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-or-out-song-scrap.html' title='in or out'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-3630868952799406759</id><published>2008-06-21T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:33:42.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey (song idea)</title><content type='html'>I have an idea for a song.  It needs to be really upbeat.  its about a guy who is fun and quirky who is basically living a life that is obviously heading for a dead end.  i dont want it to be too preachy or down, though.  i want the verses to mostly focus on quirks he has... stuff like that.  maybe tell a story about the singer and casey being friends or whatever.  i'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a chorus:&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;and i said, "casey, someday I'm gonna write a song about... you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey is never gonna be a rock star&lt;br /&gt;he just wanted to get high so he pawned off his guitar&lt;br /&gt;i always thought someday he'd make the whole crowd scream&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the end of another rock star dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-3630868952799406759?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/3630868952799406759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=3630868952799406759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/3630868952799406759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/3630868952799406759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/casey-song-idea.html' title='Casey (song idea)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-2006852867677834564</id><published>2008-06-21T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:44:47.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when she smiles that smile</title><content type='html'>v1&lt;br /&gt;sarah's got a little secret&lt;br /&gt;i can see it in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;i can hear it in her footsteps&lt;br /&gt;and the cadence of her sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c1&lt;br /&gt;and i know i'll never know what's going on&lt;br /&gt;when sarah smiles that smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;sarah says just what she's thinking&lt;br /&gt;although that changes day to day&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she thinks she likes bananas&lt;br /&gt;other times she says she's gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c2&lt;br /&gt;nobody can be sure&lt;br /&gt;what's going on with this girl&lt;br /&gt;and nobody, nobody knows what's going on&lt;br /&gt;when sarah smiles that smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[musical interlude]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b1&lt;br /&gt;sarah is so pretty&lt;br /&gt;     anyone can see that&lt;br /&gt;sarah is so funny&lt;br /&gt;     humor flows so effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;but sarah hides a secret&lt;br /&gt;and nobody can see it&lt;br /&gt;deep in her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[musical interlude 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c2&lt;br /&gt;nobody can be sure&lt;br /&gt;what's going on with this girl&lt;br /&gt;and nobody, nobody knows what's going on&lt;br /&gt;when sarah smiles that smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-2006852867677834564?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/2006852867677834564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=2006852867677834564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/2006852867677834564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/2006852867677834564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-she-smiles-that-smile.html' title='when she smiles that smile'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-3952956491080205306</id><published>2008-06-20T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:20:11.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" &gt;Dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the child's voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper&lt;br /&gt;now, the fruit flavor of these tarts is a deliciously nuanced sweet-sour&lt;br /&gt;before the sun set something did happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he saw trees, lawns, walks twisting up the hillsides, steps cut in the stone,&lt;br /&gt;he saw fountains, swimming pools, tennis courts – and not a sign of life&lt;br /&gt;sometime along toward daylight i went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((insert CHORUS))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys in our class came over and wanted to know what was going on&lt;br /&gt;never told brother the other dream&lt;br /&gt;the living room was packed with about two dozen guests seated on chairs placed against the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have anything to say, my man, you better say it&lt;br /&gt;the two young ladies were summoned from the shrubbery where this conversation passed&lt;br /&gt;that should have ended the greek boy's turn at being the jackass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((CHORUS))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was one who did not fear him: there was one prepared to enter that circle&lt;br /&gt;she said nothing, but she knew it was true&lt;br /&gt;he stuttered to a halt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry as i was, all we all were, i was tempted to laugh when he opened his mouth&lt;br /&gt;he spoke quite rationally to me&lt;br /&gt;she screamed for him to help her, to save the baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-5625557199887033064</id><published>2008-06-20T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:56:25.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scrap time</title><content type='html'>SCRAP TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;can i tell you it hurts to be on your list&lt;br /&gt;just another of a thousand items that you have to do&lt;br /&gt;i can see its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fill up your life with so much shit&lt;br /&gt;that when i call it always goes to voicemail&lt;br /&gt;just another fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;music&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;can i tell you that i cry when i'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;sitting around just waiting for your call&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't come at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my friends all tell me to just move on&lt;br /&gt;to find another lover who won't leave me singing blues&lt;br /&gt;but i just want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;i want to be more&lt;br /&gt;and i want to mean more&lt;br /&gt;yes i need to be more than 'drop off the laundry and go the store'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I take&lt;br /&gt;oh why do i take&lt;br /&gt;why do i take&lt;br /&gt;why do i take your scrap time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i mean&lt;br /&gt;why can't i mean&lt;br /&gt;why can't i mean&lt;br /&gt;as much to you as you mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;making my heart long to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will keep on&lt;br /&gt;i will keep on&lt;br /&gt;i will keep on&lt;br /&gt;savoring scrap time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-5625557199887033064?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/5625557199887033064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=5625557199887033064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5625557199887033064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5625557199887033064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/scrap-time.html' title='scrap time'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-6689908839940111398</id><published>2008-06-20T03:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:05:58.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a place for incomplete song ideas!</title><content type='html'>...for example, that idea Wizzy had about a break-up song about jesus blossomed in to a beautiful flower under Sarah's tender love and care.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I bet this would happen a lot if we were all just barfing song ideas all over the place.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you think of ANYTHING that might could be a good song, post it here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-6689908839940111398?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/6689908839940111398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=6689908839940111398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6689908839940111398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6689908839940111398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-place-for-incomplete-song-ideas.html' title='This is a place for incomplete song ideas!'/><author><name>Noah Maze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pS_uIJ8GokM/S8xmy_HGcmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D-hl5epI0Ow/S220/x6260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-6316025491712997965</id><published>2008-06-18T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:25:59.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; v.1&lt;br /&gt;you're just not into me&lt;br /&gt;admit it, you never were&lt;br /&gt;our friendship was a mere convenience,&lt;br /&gt;a situational by-product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i always end up&lt;br /&gt;with friends like you&lt;br /&gt;who only care when it benefits you,&lt;br /&gt;you're only there if you feel like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so stupid,&lt;br /&gt;i believed you when you promised&lt;br /&gt;you'd be there for me,&lt;br /&gt;we'd always be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so stupid,&lt;br /&gt;for thinking you'd be different&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a waste of your time,&lt;br /&gt;and you're the same to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.2&lt;br /&gt;what did i do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so easy to get along with&lt;br /&gt;i'll give my all to you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not afraid to commit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you act like we never met&lt;br /&gt;i'm just an afterthought&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;do i have some kind of disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge:&lt;br /&gt;forget it,&lt;br /&gt;i'll just go hug myself&lt;br /&gt;forget you,&lt;br /&gt;i'll never give away my heart again &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-6316025491712997965?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/6316025491712997965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=6316025491712997965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6316025491712997965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6316025491712997965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled_18.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-4770497366612117059</id><published>2008-06-18T02:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:05:36.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the leech</title><content type='html'>v.1&lt;br /&gt;she didn't know what&lt;br /&gt;she was getting into&lt;br /&gt;having a kid like me&lt;br /&gt;so independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said i needed too much,&lt;br /&gt;she said i screwed up too much,&lt;br /&gt;she said i was not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;you're empty and you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;a black hole, sucking the life out of everything you touch,&lt;br /&gt;because you always take, you grab,&lt;br /&gt;and you take and you never give&lt;br /&gt;so your heart will never be filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.2&lt;br /&gt;she said i'd have to change&lt;br /&gt;who i was would simply not do&lt;br /&gt;how dare i be a child,&lt;br /&gt;how dare i take the spotlight off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so dramatic,&lt;br /&gt;it would be funny if it didn't hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;you're always grabbing,&lt;br /&gt;and grabbing, and grabbing, and grabbing,&lt;br /&gt;but i've got nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refrain:&lt;br /&gt;i need more, i need you, i hate you, i need you&lt;br /&gt;just make up your fucking mind&lt;br /&gt;just get out of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-4770497366612117059?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/4770497366612117059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=4770497366612117059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/4770497366612117059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/4770497366612117059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/leech_18.html' title='the leech'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-4919677435245021486</id><published>2008-06-18T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:23:07.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>worst boyfriend ever</title><content type='html'>One day when I was just a girl&lt;br /&gt;my friends introduced me to this guy&lt;br /&gt;he was something really special,&lt;br /&gt;everyone adored him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met him and we became&lt;br /&gt;the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;we always hung out together...&lt;br /&gt;and then I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to let him in my heart&lt;br /&gt;He promised he'd never leave me&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd always be here, within reach&lt;br /&gt;And I believed him, oh what a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;you came in my heart and you made a big&lt;br /&gt;fucking mess out of me&lt;br /&gt;You trashed it and broke it&lt;br /&gt;and left me empty, disillusioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrain)&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v2)&lt;br /&gt;You were the worst boyfriend ever&lt;br /&gt;You said, call me anytime, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;So I called when I needed you&lt;br /&gt;But you never picked up the damn phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, hey little sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;If you need a hug, just come to me&lt;br /&gt;So I took off running after you,&lt;br /&gt;Searching for that comfort&lt;br /&gt;But you were nowhere to be found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-4919677435245021486?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/4919677435245021486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=4919677435245021486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/4919677435245021486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/4919677435245021486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/worst-boyfriend-ever_18.html' title='worst boyfriend ever'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-1819832904109371390</id><published>2008-06-18T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:21:33.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>piety</title><content type='html'>&lt;b id="t.gu303"&gt;Piety&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hide behind your religion&lt;br /&gt;it's your shield to protect you&lt;br /&gt;from all those dirty heathens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're afraid of us all because&lt;br /&gt;we're just so sinful&lt;br /&gt;you can't contaminate your precious little soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you talk about this unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;all the while preaching damnation to us,&lt;br /&gt;because we suck, and you're just so holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;oh, you silly christian&lt;br /&gt;your head is so fucked up (2nd time- your head is so far up your ass; 3rd time- what the hell is wrong with you?)&lt;br /&gt;you can't see the need&lt;br /&gt;that stares you right in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, stupid christian&lt;br /&gt;what would jesus think of you?&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, that's right-&lt;br /&gt;your best friend is just a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v2)&lt;br /&gt;you hide your head in the sand&lt;br /&gt;talking a mouthful of crap&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't even make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the while,&lt;br /&gt;people around you are dying&lt;br /&gt;desperate for this hope that you made up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrain)&lt;br /&gt;pious, pissy people&lt;br /&gt;why don't you take a sip of your own drink?&lt;br /&gt;that enticing, bitter drink&lt;br /&gt;that leaves you dry and empty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-1819832904109371390?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/1819832904109371390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=1819832904109371390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1819832904109371390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1819832904109371390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/piety_18.html' title='piety'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-218793060380866717</id><published>2008-06-18T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:24:21.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i wrote some hit-and-miss poetry that is located:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.prose-n-poetry.com/author/463&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone feels like mulling over it to see if anything could be salvaged for lyrics. haha&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/5710592633817185204-218793060380866717?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/218793060380866717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=218793060380866717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/218793060380866717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/218793060380866717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-1973408164661496224</id><published>2008-06-17T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:58:44.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p id="uixt189" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="uixt189" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt;you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="uixt189" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt;how good we are together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="uixt189" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt;you'll never know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt190" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; how much I make you smile&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt191" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt192" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; our love – it lasts forever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt193" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt194" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; how I make your life worthwhile&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt195" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt197" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; from the moment we met&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt198" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; we've had a love we'll never forget&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt199" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; don't you regret&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt200" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you told me no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt201" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt203" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never smell&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt204" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; the flowers that surround you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt205" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never taste&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt206" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; the sweat on my skin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt207" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never hear&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt208" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; the songs I sing about you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt209" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never see&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt210" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; me smile again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt211" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt213" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; from the second we started this game&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt214" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; nothing has been the same&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt215" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you can't say that I am to blame&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt216" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you let me go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt217" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt219" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never feel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt220" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; my kisses captivate you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt221" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never feel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt222" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; me fuck you late at night&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt223" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never feel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt224" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; my arms slipping around you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt225" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never feel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt226" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; me squeeze so tight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt227" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt229" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; from the moment we met&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt230" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; we've had a love we'll never forget&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt231" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; don't you regret&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt232" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you told me no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt233" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt235" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; from the second we started this game&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt236" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; nothing has been the same&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt237" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you can't say that I am to blame&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt238" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you let me go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt239" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.07in;" lang="zxx"&gt; you'll never know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-1973408164661496224?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/1973408164661496224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=1973408164661496224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1973408164661496224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/1973408164661496224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/youll-never-know.html' title='You&apos;ll never know'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-6540633640768040207</id><published>2008-06-17T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:57:05.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katharine</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="uixt131" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; &lt;span id="uixt132"  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b id="uixt133"&gt;Katharine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;p id="uixt137" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; Tears fall from his blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;like a pouring rain from a clear sky&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall down to dry dirt &lt;br /&gt;making rivers on her brown shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know how to stop him&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know when he should &lt;br /&gt;She's thinking "why's life uncertain?"&lt;br /&gt;He's thinking, "damn, life is good"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt145" class="western" lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the tears fall&lt;br /&gt;His tears fall&lt;br /&gt;The tears fall&lt;br /&gt;His stubborn tears fall&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt150" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt;She walks through the city&lt;br /&gt;like a lost child on the playground&lt;br /&gt;She walks on his eyelash&lt;br /&gt;if she falls in then she might drown&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt154" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt;She doesn't know how to tell him &lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't listen if she tried&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is full of confusion&lt;br /&gt;His heart is full of pride&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt158" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt;And then the tears fall&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt159" class="western" lang="zxx"&gt;His tears fall&lt;br /&gt;The tears fall&lt;br /&gt;His stubborn tears fall&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt162" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt;[MUSICAL INTERLUDE]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt163" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes her into the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;He has ideas of romance&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know how to love him&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know that she can't&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="uixt168" class="western" lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the tears fall His tears fall&lt;br /&gt;The tears fall&lt;br /&gt;His stubborn tears fall  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-6540633640768040207?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/6540633640768040207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=6540633640768040207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6540633640768040207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/6540633640768040207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/katharine.html' title='Katharine'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-2686252886335287185</id><published>2008-06-17T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:56:00.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hansel and gretal</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="uixt60" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; &lt;span id="uixt61"  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b id="uixt62"&gt;Hansel and Gretal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;blockquote id="uixt68" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; I'll take you in&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;while the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;while the bird sings&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;blockquote id="uixt74" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; I'll take you in&lt;br /&gt;with a smile&lt;br /&gt;then I'll toss you out&lt;br /&gt;when you're nothing&lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote id="uixt82" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; and I will break your heart&lt;br /&gt;rip it from your chest&lt;br /&gt;throw away the rest&lt;br /&gt;but I will keep your broken heart&lt;br /&gt;put it on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;save it for myself&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;blockquote id="uixt88" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; I'll take you in&lt;br /&gt;with a smile&lt;br /&gt;give you answer&lt;br /&gt;to your questions&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;blockquote id="uixt94" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; I'll take you in&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;then I'll leave you in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;without protection  &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote id="uixt102" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; and I will break your heart&lt;br /&gt;rip it from your chest&lt;br /&gt;throw away the rest&lt;br /&gt;but I will keep your broken heart&lt;br /&gt;put it on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;save it for myself&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-2686252886335287185?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/2686252886335287185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=2686252886335287185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/2686252886335287185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/2686252886335287185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/hansel-and-gretal.html' title='hansel and gretal'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-5918407681228484543</id><published>2008-06-17T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:53:49.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>second chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="uixt24"  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b id="uixt25"&gt;Second Chance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;blockquote id="uixt32" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; I see you searching for a reason to stay&lt;br /&gt;looking for answers in books, songs, and therapy&lt;br /&gt;there are no words that can change what I've done&lt;br /&gt;I searched for answers in the arms of someone&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;blockquote id="uixt37" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; I still love you&lt;br /&gt;can you believe me when I say that its true&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote id="uixt45" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; I see you searching for clues in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;for signs of love&lt;br /&gt;or a way to detect a lie&lt;br /&gt;can you forgive me for what I have done?&lt;br /&gt;I earned this letter in the arms of someone&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;blockquote id="uixt50" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; But I still love you&lt;br /&gt;can you believe me when I say that it's true?&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;blockquote id="uixt54" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; I see you searching for a reason to stay&lt;br /&gt;I only have one thing to say&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote id="uixt57" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; I still love you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-5918407681228484543?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/5918407681228484543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=5918407681228484543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5918407681228484543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/5918407681228484543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/second-chance.html' title='second chance'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-855196120434144616</id><published>2008-06-17T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:08:02.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>under the mango tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;p id="uixt" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;span id="uixt0"  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b id="uixt1"&gt;Under the Mango Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote id="uixt4" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; I know I called you at a very inconvenient time &lt;br /&gt;Your crazy world keeps spinning while this dreamer's asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is for a chance to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;under the mango tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are so high above I could never deserve you &lt;br /&gt;but if you fall, you'll be glad to have someone down here to catch &lt;span id="uixt12" style=""&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the girl of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;but can I kiss you one time&lt;br /&gt;under the mango tree?&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote id="uixt19" class="western" style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(192, 192, 192); border-width: medium medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0in 0.01in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="zxx"&gt; All I ask is for a chance to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;under the mango tree&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-855196120434144616?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/feeds/855196120434144616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710592633817185204&amp;postID=855196120434144616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/855196120434144616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710592633817185204/posts/default/855196120434144616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sortingdebris.blogspot.com/2008/06/under-mango-tree.html' title='under the mango tree'/><author><name>Elizabeth Pax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12427628384226198883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfENc2ynqMM/Taz8bEOtQGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RBRJBHv1x_A/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710592633817185204.post-9197518208972174958</id><published>2008-06-17T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:47:12.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorting Debris</title><content type='html'>I created this blog as a way to keep all our lyrics and lyrics in development online for everyone to access, comment on, or add to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to make general band comments, ideas, suggestions here as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710592633817185204-9197518208972174958?l=sortingdebris.blogspot.com' 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