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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-5030286250487779698</id><published>2008-07-01T14:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:44:55.227Z</updated><title type='text'>The Kooks - Ooh la</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8DRxQATErY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8DRxQATErY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their eyes is the place that you finally discovered&lt;br /&gt;That you love it here, you've got to stay&lt;br /&gt;On the bottom of the rock, an island&lt;br /&gt;On which you find you love it when you twitch&lt;br /&gt;You feel that itch in you pettycoat&lt;br /&gt;Your pretty pretty pettycoat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you smiled, he got wild&lt;br /&gt;You didn't understand that there's money to be made&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is a card that must get played&lt;br /&gt;By organisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world can be a very big place&lt;br /&gt;So be yourself don't get out of place&lt;br /&gt;Love your man and love him twice&lt;br /&gt;Go to Hollywood and pay the price&lt;br /&gt;Oh go to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't be a star, it's such a drag&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself, don't begin to lag&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard life to live, so live it well&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your friend and not in pretend&lt;br /&gt;I know you girl&lt;br /&gt;In all situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pettycoat&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pettycoat&lt;br /&gt;In all situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, she was such a good girl to me&lt;br /&gt;And ooh la, the world just chewed her up, and spat her out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-5030286250487779698?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/5030286250487779698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/5030286250487779698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2008/07/kooks-ooh-la.html' title='The Kooks - Ooh la'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-5564630746979743517</id><published>2008-05-28T19:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:22:19.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Underworld - Born Slippy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7Pts7AljZQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7Pts7AljZQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Born Slippy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive boy dog boy&lt;br /&gt;Dirty numb angel boy&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway boy&lt;br /&gt;She was a lipstick boy&lt;br /&gt;She was a beautiful boy&lt;br /&gt;And tears boy&lt;br /&gt;And all in your innerspace boy&lt;br /&gt;You had&lt;br /&gt;hands girl boy&lt;br /&gt;and steel boy&lt;br /&gt;You had chemicals boy&lt;br /&gt;I've grown so close to you&lt;br /&gt;Boy and you just groan boy&lt;br /&gt;She said comeover comeover&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at you boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive boy dog boy&lt;br /&gt;Dirty numb angel boy&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway boy&lt;br /&gt;She was a lipstick boy&lt;br /&gt;She was a beautiful boy&lt;br /&gt;And tears boy&lt;br /&gt;And all in your innerspace boy&lt;br /&gt;You had&lt;br /&gt;hands girl boy&lt;br /&gt;and steel boy&lt;br /&gt;You had chemicals boy&lt;br /&gt;I've grown so close to you&lt;br /&gt;Boy and you just groan boy&lt;br /&gt;She said comeover comeover&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at you boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your feelings slip boy&lt;br /&gt;But never your mask boy&lt;br /&gt;Random blonde bio high density rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Blonde boy blonde country blonde high density&lt;br /&gt;You are my drug boy&lt;br /&gt;You're real boy&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me and boy dog&lt;br /&gt;Dirty numb cracking boy&lt;br /&gt;You get wet boy&lt;br /&gt;Big big time boy&lt;br /&gt;Acid bear boy&lt;br /&gt;Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes&lt;br /&gt;And remembering nothing boy&lt;br /&gt;You like my tin horn boy and get&lt;br /&gt;Wet like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Derail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a velvet mouth&lt;br /&gt;You're so succulent and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering and dirty&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful and hot times&lt;br /&gt;On your telephone line&lt;br /&gt;And god and everything&lt;br /&gt;On your telephone&lt;br /&gt;And in walk an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at me your mom&lt;br /&gt;Squatting pissed in a tube-&lt;br /&gt;hole at Tottenham Court Road&lt;br /&gt;I just come out of the ship&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the most&lt;br /&gt;Blonde I ever met&lt;br /&gt;Shouting&lt;br /&gt;Lager lager lager lager&lt;br /&gt;Shouting&lt;br /&gt;Lager lager lager lager&lt;br /&gt;Shouting...&lt;br /&gt;Lager lager lager&lt;br /&gt;Shouting&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega white thing&lt;br 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/&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up&lt;br /&gt;While your feet are stompin'&lt;br /&gt;And the jam is pumpin'&lt;br /&gt;Look at here the crowd is jumpin'&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up a little more&lt;br /&gt;Get the party going on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Seek us that's where the party's at&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find out if you're too bad&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Yo!&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up&lt;br /&gt;While your feet are stompin'&lt;br /&gt;And the jam is pumpin'&lt;br /&gt;Look at here the crowd is jumpin'&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up a little more&lt;br /&gt;Get the party going on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Seek us that's where the party's at&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find out if you're too bad&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my make my make make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my make my make make my day&lt;br /&gt;Yo!&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br /&gt;A pump it up yo pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br /&gt;A pump it up yo pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br /&gt;A pump it up yo pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it pump it pump it pump it, Yo!&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;A pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up a pump it pump it pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it pump it pump it pump it pump&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up&lt;br /&gt;While your feet are stompin'&lt;br /&gt;And the jam is pumpin'&lt;br /&gt;Look at here the crowd is jumpin'&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up a little more&lt;br /&gt;Get the party going on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Seek us that's where the party's at&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find out if you're too bad&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br /&gt;A pump it up yo pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br /&gt;A pump it up yo pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br /&gt;A pump it up yo pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it pump it pump it pump it, Yo!&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br /&gt;A pump it up yo pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br /&gt;A pump it up yo pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam pump it up&lt;br /&gt;A pump it up yo pump it&lt;br /&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;br /&gt;Pump it pump it pump it pump it, Yo!&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my make my make make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;Make my make my make make my day&lt;br /&gt;Yo!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get your boody on the floor tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-1200498422388628813?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/1200498422388628813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/1200498422388628813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2008/02/pump-up-jam-technotronic.html' title='pump up the jam technotronic'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-1606191375832807693</id><published>2008-01-26T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:00:54.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Daft Punk</title><content type='html'>Work It Harder Make It Better&lt;br /&gt;Do It Faster, Makes Us stronger&lt;br /&gt;More Than Ever Hour After&lt;br /&gt;Our Work Is Never Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DgBgnoEY4iM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DgBgnoEY4iM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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hands and then away&lt;br /&gt;Both under influence&lt;br /&gt;We had divine scent&lt;br /&gt;To know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Mind is a razorblade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night of magic rush&lt;br /&gt;The start: a simpel touch&lt;br /&gt;One night to push and scream&lt;br /&gt;And then relief&lt;br /&gt;Ten days of perfect tunes&lt;br /&gt;The colours red and blue&lt;br /&gt;We had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;We were in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You knew the hand of a devil&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;Kept us awake with wolves teeth&lt;br /&gt;Sharing different heartbeats in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4_4abCWw-w&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4_4abCWw-w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIGINAL:&lt;br /&gt;the Knife - Heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUGyFYUlquo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUGyFYUlquo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WERBUNG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUOZF7fcDiE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUOZF7fcDiE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parodie und WERBUNG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CjHzS_twDVY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CjHzS_twDVY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-8872873457275778826?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/8872873457275778826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/8872873457275778826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2008/01/jose-gonzalez-heartbeats.html' title='Jose Gonzalez - Heartbeats'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-6481488439626796379</id><published>2007-08-08T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:29:12.441Z</updated><title type='text'>Tracy Chapman - Talkin' Bout A Revolution</title><content type='html'>Don't you know you're talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know they're talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they're standing in the welfare lines&lt;br /&gt;Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time in unemployment lines&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around waiting for a promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you're talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor people are gonna rise up&lt;br /&gt;And get their share&lt;br /&gt;Poor people are gonna rise up&lt;br /&gt;And take what's theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run&lt;br /&gt;Oh I said you better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the tables are starting to turn&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;Finally the tables are starting to turn&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution oh no&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they're standing in the welfare lines&lt;br /&gt;Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time in unemployment lines&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around waiting for a promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you're talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the tables are starting to turn&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;Finally the tables are starting to turn&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution oh no&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution oh no&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a revolution oh no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qC5D1kAmnFE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qC5D1kAmnFE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-6481488439626796379?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/6481488439626796379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/6481488439626796379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/08/tracy-chapman-talkin-bout-revolution.html' title='Tracy Chapman - Talkin&apos; Bout A Revolution'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-4933748242143751510</id><published>2007-07-10T10:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:46:53.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Prince &amp; The Revolution - When Doves Cry</title><content type='html'>Dig if u will the picture&lt;br /&gt;Of u and I engaged in a kiss&lt;br /&gt;The sweat of your body covers me&lt;br /&gt;Can u my darling&lt;br /&gt;Can u picture this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream if u can a courtyard&lt;br /&gt;An ocean of violets in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Animals strike curious poses&lt;br /&gt;They feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;The heat between me and u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can u just leave me standing?&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just 2 demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just like my mother&lt;br /&gt;She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;Why do we scream at each other&lt;br /&gt;This is what it sounds like&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch if u will my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Feel how it trembles inside&lt;br /&gt;You've got the butterflies all tied up&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me chase u&lt;br /&gt;Even doves have pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can u just leave me standing?&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just 2 demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just like my mother&lt;br /&gt;She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;Why do we scream at each other&lt;br /&gt;This is what it sounds like&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can u just leave me standing?&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just 2 demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold (Ya know he's 2 bold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother)&lt;br /&gt;She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why)&lt;br /&gt;This is what it sounds like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Cry (Don't Cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry, doves cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Darling don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIr0o8qCLv8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIr0o8qCLv8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-4933748242143751510?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/4933748242143751510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/4933748242143751510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/07/prince-revolution-when-doves-cry.html' title='Prince &amp; The Revolution - When Doves Cry'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-962891403238502077</id><published>2007-07-10T10:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:09:17.615Z</updated><title type='text'>sinead o'connor - nothing compares 2 U</title><content type='html'>It's been seven hours and fifteen days&lt;br /&gt;Since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;I go out every night and sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;Since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;Since u been gone I can do whatever I want&lt;br /&gt;I can see whomever I choose&lt;br /&gt;I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant&lt;br /&gt;But nothing&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing can take away these blues&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;It's been so lonely without u here&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird without a song&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could put my arms around every boy I see&lt;br /&gt;But they'd only remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;He said girl u better have fun&lt;br /&gt;No matter what u do&lt;br /&gt;But he's a fool&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;All the flowers that u planted, mama&lt;br /&gt;In the back yard&lt;br /&gt;All died when u went away&lt;br /&gt;I know that living with u baby was sometimes hard&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it another try&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uR44kdfUkkc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uR44kdfUkkc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-962891403238502077?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/962891403238502077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/962891403238502077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/07/sinead-oconnor-nothing-compares-2-u.html' title='sinead o&apos;connor - nothing compares 2 U'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-3186493895372095863</id><published>2007-06-25T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:10:42.981Z</updated><title type='text'>I Love Rock n' Roll - Joan Jett</title><content type='html'>I saw him dancin' there by the record machine&lt;br /&gt;I knew he must a been about seventeen&lt;br /&gt;The beat was goin' strong&lt;br /&gt;Playin' my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;An' I could tell it wouldn't be long&lt;br /&gt;Till he was with me, yeah me&lt;br /&gt;And I could tell it wouldn't be long&lt;br /&gt;Till he was with me, yeah me, singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled so I got up and asked for his name&lt;br /&gt;That don't matter, he said,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said can I take you home where we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' next we were movin' on&lt;br /&gt;He was with me, yeah me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we were movin' on&lt;br /&gt;He was with me, yeah me, singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said can I take you home where we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we were movin' on&lt;br /&gt;He was with me, yeah me,&lt;br /&gt;An we'll be movin' on&lt;br /&gt;An' singin' that same old song&lt;br /&gt;Yeah with me, singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wpyilPsi6Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wpyilPsi6Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-3186493895372095863?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3186493895372095863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3186493895372095863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-rock-n-roll-joan-jett.html' title='I Love Rock n&apos; Roll - Joan Jett'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-9036570494916523773</id><published>2007-06-20T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:24:10.720Z</updated><title type='text'>devil inside - inxs</title><content type='html'>Here comes the woman&lt;br /&gt;With the look in her eye&lt;br /&gt;Raised on leather&lt;br /&gt;With flesh on her mind&lt;br /&gt;Words as weapons sharper than knives&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder how the other half die&lt;br /&gt;Other half die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come the man&lt;br /&gt;With the look in his eye&lt;br /&gt;Fed on nothing&lt;br /&gt;But full of pride&lt;br /&gt;Look at them go&lt;br /&gt;Look at them kick&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder how the other half live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of us the devil inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of us the devil inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come the world&lt;br /&gt;With the look in its eye&lt;br /&gt;Future uncertain but certainly slight&lt;br /&gt;Look at the faces&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the bells&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe we need a place called hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/luobOzreRq4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/luobOzreRq4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab heute zum allerersten Mal den Videovlip gesehen. Ich hatte damals die Kaufkassette, müsste noch in einem Umzugskarton sein. Ich habe ber keinen Kassettenspieler meht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-9036570494916523773?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/9036570494916523773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/9036570494916523773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/devil-inside-inxs.html' title='devil inside - inxs'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-494097379453687061</id><published>2007-06-19T05:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:35:12.257Z</updated><title type='text'>Engel - Rammstein</title><content type='html'>Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden&lt;br /&gt;wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden&lt;br /&gt;den Blick gen Himmel fragst du dann&lt;br /&gt;warum man sie nicht sehen kann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn&lt;br /&gt;kann man uns am Himmel sehn&lt;br /&gt;wir haben Angst und sind allein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie leben hinterm Sonnenschein&lt;br /&gt;getrennt von uns unendlich weit&lt;br /&gt;sie mussen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)&lt;br /&gt;damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn&lt;br /&gt;kann man uns am Himmel sehn&lt;br /&gt;wir haben Angst und sind allein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn&lt;br /&gt;kann man uns am Himmel sehn&lt;br /&gt;wir haben Angst und sind allein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MASH UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVQaixvlMwo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVQaixvlMwo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-494097379453687061?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/494097379453687061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/494097379453687061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/engel-rammstein.html' title='Engel - Rammstein'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-3997794356377084023</id><published>2007-06-19T04:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:15:56.211Z</updated><title type='text'>In the Pines - Lead Belly</title><content type='html'>My girl, my girl, don't lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did you sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, where will you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm going where the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, was a hard working man&lt;br /&gt;Just about a mile from here&lt;br /&gt;His head was found in a driving wheel&lt;br /&gt;But his body never was found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, don't lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did you sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, where will you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm going where the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, don't lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did you sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, my girl, where will you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm going where the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pines, in the pines&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun don't ever shine&lt;br /&gt;I would shiver the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3hBPvRoux4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3hBPvRoux4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-3997794356377084023?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3997794356377084023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3997794356377084023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-pines-lead-belly.html' title='In the Pines - Lead Belly'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-3864699545902987374</id><published>2007-06-19T03:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:22:40.590Z</updated><title type='text'>alannah myles - black velvet</title><content type='html'>Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Rogers, an electrode up high&lt;br /&gt;Mama´s dancin with baby on her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;The sun is settin like molasses in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy could sing, knew how move everything,&lt;br /&gt;always wanting more&lt;br /&gt;he´ll leave you longing for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Black Velvet with that little boy smile&lt;br /&gt;Black Velvet with that slow southern style&lt;br /&gt;A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees&lt;br /&gt;Black Velvet, if you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in Memphis, the music´s like a heatwave&lt;br /&gt;White lightning bound to drive you wild&lt;br /&gt;Mama´s baby´s in the heart of every school girl&lt;br /&gt;"Love me tender" leaves ´em crying in the aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he moved, it was sin, so sweet and true&lt;br /&gt;Always wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;he'll leave you longin for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word of every song that he sang was for you&lt;br /&gt;in a flash he was gone it happened so soon,&lt;br /&gt;what could you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus repeat 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you please, if you please, if you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ut09zkRoG0g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ut09zkRoG0g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-3864699545902987374?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3864699545902987374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/3864699545902987374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/alannah-myles-black-velvet.html' title='alannah myles - black velvet'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-5466993469582460515</id><published>2007-06-19T03:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:25:00.585Z</updated><title type='text'>new noise - refuse</title><content type='html'>Can I scream? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;We lack the motion to move to the new beat&lt;br /&gt;We lack the motion to move to the new beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it&lt;br /&gt;Can afford the luxury of turning our heads&lt;br /&gt;Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man&lt;br /&gt;Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lack the motion to move to the new beat. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;We lack... motion&lt;br /&gt;When the day is over - Hey! - the doors are locked on us&lt;br /&gt;Money buys the access - and we can't pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice?&lt;br /&gt;We need new noise - new art for the real people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy all the wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We're not leading&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy all the wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not...&lt;br /&gt;Leading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance - all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy - all the wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;We dance - all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance - all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy - all the wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;We dance - all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy all the wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;We dance to all the wrong songs&lt;br /&gt;We're not leading. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!&lt;br /&gt;The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!&lt;br /&gt;The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!&lt;br /&gt;The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8MkVIe9xGc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8MkVIe9xGc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-5466993469582460515?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/5466993469582460515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/5466993469582460515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-noise-refuse.html' title='new noise - refuse'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-4456033645852988339</id><published>2007-06-19T03:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:34:42.763Z</updated><title type='text'>creed- beautiful</title><content type='html'>She wears a coat of color&lt;br /&gt;Loved by some, feared by others&lt;br /&gt;She's immortalized in young men's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lust she breeds in the eyes of brothers&lt;br /&gt;Violent sons make bitter mothers&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes, here's your surprise&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful is empty&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful is free&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful loves no one&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful stripped me&lt;br /&gt;In your mind she's your companion&lt;br /&gt;Vile instincts often candid&lt;br /&gt;Your regret is all that's left&lt;br /&gt;She told me where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;And it's far away from home&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go there on my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-4456033645852988339?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/4456033645852988339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/4456033645852988339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/06/creed-beautyfull.html' title='creed- beautiful'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-8064108611931975286</id><published>2007-04-15T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:42:27.971Z</updated><title type='text'>gottes tod - das ich</title><content type='html'>schwarz verbreitet sich in meinem kopf&lt;br /&gt;ganz aufgequollen mein augenlicht zersetzt&lt;br /&gt;das herz verbrennt im weissem nichts&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird&lt;br /&gt;mein körper ist in stein gehauen&lt;br /&gt;im tiefen sog der ewigkeit&lt;br /&gt;dass zeit vergeht ist mir entgangen&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird es wird schon wieder weiter geh`n&lt;br /&gt;gott ist tot&lt;br /&gt;eingesperrt im wald des wahns&lt;br /&gt;dunkles sein gesäht in meiner hand&lt;br /&gt;verstaubtes denken in meinem schädel&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird&lt;br /&gt;mein geist zerfleischt das tageslicht&lt;br /&gt;die feuersglut in meinem hals erlischt&lt;br /&gt;ganz ohne halt mein fleisch zerfällt&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird es wird schon wieder weiter geh`n&lt;br /&gt;gott ist tot&lt;br /&gt;mein gehirn zum kerker wird&lt;br /&gt;ein kleiner stich hat mich gelähmt&lt;br /&gt;der schrei in mir unhörbar schweigt&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird&lt;br /&gt;mein seelenhauch der blitz verschlingt&lt;br /&gt;mein süsses blut verfault im sand&lt;br /&gt;mein sinn zum leben in raum und zeit&lt;br /&gt;und doch es wird es wird schon wieder weiter geh`n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;der schlund der blinden worte hat mir einmal gutgetan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-8064108611931975286?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/8064108611931975286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/8064108611931975286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/04/gottes-tod-das-ich.html' title='gottes tod - das ich'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-696876448093410336</id><published>2007-04-10T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:21:32.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket</title><content type='html'>'m broke but I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;I'm poor but I'm kind&lt;br /&gt;I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm high but I'm grounded&lt;br /&gt;I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is giving a high five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel drunk but I'm sober&lt;br /&gt;I'm young and I'm underpaid&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired but I'm working, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care but I'm restless&lt;br /&gt;I'm here but I'm really gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's gonna be quite alright&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is flicking a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is giving the peace sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free but I'm focused&lt;br /&gt;I'm green but I'm wise&lt;br /&gt;I'm hard but I'm friendly baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad but I'm laughing&lt;br /&gt;I'm brave but I'm chicken shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick but I'm pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;What it all boils down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to my friends&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's just fine fine fine&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/saBpWTkBuNw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/saBpWTkBuNw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-696876448093410336?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/696876448093410336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/696876448093410336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/04/alanis-morissette-hand-in-my-pocket.html' title='Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-7028746559178108680</id><published>2007-03-25T09:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:40:45.949Z</updated><title type='text'>"If Loving You Is Wrong" Luther Ingram</title><content type='html'>If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If being right means being without you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather live a wrong doing life&lt;br /&gt;Your mama and daddy say it's a shame&lt;br /&gt;It's a downright disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Long as I got you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what your people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends tell you there's no future&lt;br /&gt;In loving a married man&lt;br /&gt;If I can't see you when I want to&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you when I can&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I got a wife and two little children&lt;br /&gt;Depending on me too&lt;br /&gt;And am I wrong to hunger&lt;br /&gt;for the gentleness of your touch&lt;br /&gt;knowing I got somebody else at home&lt;br /&gt;who needs me just as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are you wrong to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;With a married man&lt;br /&gt;And am I wrong trying to hold on&lt;br /&gt;To the best thing I ever had&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wrong to give your love&lt;br /&gt;To a married man&lt;br /&gt;And am I wrong trying to hold on&lt;br /&gt;To the best thing I ever had&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If it means sleeping alone at night&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be right&lt;br /&gt;If it means coming home at night&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna, I don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna never, never, never be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm4F9Q0nH18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm4F9Q0nH18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-116873175536494606</id><published>2007-01-13T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:42:05.050Z</updated><title type='text'>The message - Grandmaster Flash</title><content type='html'>Broken glass everywhere&lt;br /&gt;People pissing on the stairs, you know they just&lt;br /&gt;Dont care&lt;br /&gt;I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise&lt;br /&gt;Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice&lt;br /&gt;Rats in the front room, roaches in the back&lt;br /&gt;Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far&lt;br /&gt;Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Im trying not to loose my head&lt;br /&gt;Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;How I keep from going under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window&lt;br /&gt;Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes&lt;br /&gt;Blow&lt;br /&gt;Crazy lady, livin in a bag&lt;br /&gt;Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag&lt;br /&gt;Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go&lt;br /&gt;To search a prince to see the last of senses&lt;br /&gt;Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps&lt;br /&gt;So she can tell the stories to the girls back home&lt;br /&gt;She went to the city and got so so so ditty&lt;br /&gt;She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her&lt;br /&gt;Own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;How I keep from goin under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers doing fast on my mothers t.v.&lt;br /&gt;Says she watches to much, is just not healthy&lt;br /&gt;All my children in the daytime, dallas at night&lt;br /&gt;Cant even see the game or the sugar ray fight&lt;br /&gt;Bill collectors they ring my phone&lt;br /&gt;And scare my wife when Im not home&lt;br /&gt;Got a bum education, double-digit inflation&lt;br /&gt;Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike&lt;br /&gt;At the station&lt;br /&gt;Me on king kong standin on my back&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac&lt;br /&gt;Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might&lt;br /&gt;Hijack a plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son said daddy I dont wanna go to school&lt;br /&gt;Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a&lt;br /&gt;Fool&lt;br /&gt;And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper&lt;br /&gt;If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper&lt;br /&gt;I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet&lt;br /&gt;Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all about money, aint a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;You got to have a con in this land of milk and&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;They push that girl in front of a train&lt;br /&gt;Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed that man, right in his heart&lt;br /&gt;Gave him a transplant before a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy&lt;br /&gt;After the dark&lt;br /&gt;Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the&lt;br /&gt;Run&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw&lt;br /&gt;Hear them say you want some more, livin on a&lt;br /&gt;Seesaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child was born, with no state of mind&lt;br /&gt;Blind to the ways of mankind&lt;br /&gt;God is smiling on you but hes frowning too&lt;br /&gt;Cause only God knows what you go through&lt;br /&gt;You grow in the ghetto, living second rate&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate&lt;br /&gt;The places you play and where you stay&lt;br /&gt;Looks like one great big alley way&lt;br /&gt;Youll admire all the number book takers&lt;br /&gt;Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers&lt;br /&gt;Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens&lt;br /&gt;And you wanna grow up to be just like them&lt;br /&gt;Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers&lt;br /&gt;Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers&lt;br /&gt;You say Im cool, Im no fool&lt;br /&gt;But then you wind up dropping out of high school&lt;br /&gt;Now youre unemployed, all null n void&lt;br /&gt;Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd&lt;br /&gt;Turned stickup kid, look what you done did&lt;br /&gt;Got send up for a eight year bid&lt;br /&gt;Now your man is took and youre a may tag&lt;br /&gt;Spend the next two years as an undercover fag&lt;br /&gt;Being used and abused, and served like hell&lt;br /&gt;Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell&lt;br /&gt;It was plain to see that your life was lost&lt;br /&gt;You was cold and your body swung back and forth&lt;br /&gt;But now your eyes sing the sad sad song&lt;br /&gt;Of how you lived so fast and died so young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k3kRuJhIVIo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k3kRuJhIVIo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-116873175536494606?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116873175536494606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116873175536494606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2007/01/message-grandmaster-flash.html' title='The message - Grandmaster Flash'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-116639915365849091</id><published>2006-12-17T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:45:53.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Quizas, Quizas, Quizas - Nat King Cole</title><content type='html'>Siempre que te pregunto&lt;br /&gt;Qué, cuándo, cómo y dónde&lt;br /&gt;Tú siempre me respondes&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así pasan los días&lt;br /&gt;Y yo desesperando&lt;br /&gt;Y tú, tú contestando&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás perdiendo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Pensando, pensando&lt;br /&gt;Por lo que más tú quieras&lt;br /&gt;Hasta cuando, hasta cuando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así pasan los días&lt;br /&gt;Y yo desesperando&lt;br /&gt;Y tú, tú contestando&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así pasan los días&lt;br /&gt;Y yo desesperando&lt;br /&gt;Y tú, tú contestando&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás perdiendo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Pensando, pensando&lt;br /&gt;Por lo que más tú quieras&lt;br /&gt;Hasta cuando, hasta cuando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así pasan los días&lt;br /&gt;Y yo desesperando&lt;br /&gt;Y tú, tú contestando&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, quizás, quizás&lt;br /&gt;Quizás - quizás - quizás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-116639915365849091?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116639915365849091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116639915365849091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/12/quizas-quizas-quizas-nat-king-cole.html' title='Quizas, Quizas, Quizas - Nat King Cole'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-116592422220618502</id><published>2006-12-12T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:46:09.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Killing in the name - Rage against the machine</title><content type='html'>Killing in the name of&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing in the name of&lt;br /&gt;Killing in the name of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;But now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;Well now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses&lt;br /&gt;Uggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing in the name of&lt;br /&gt;Killing in the name of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control&lt;br /&gt;And now you do what they told ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Motherfucker!&lt;br /&gt;Uggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ykgh0SV_yCs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ykgh0SV_yCs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-116592422220618502?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116592422220618502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116592422220618502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/12/killing-in-name-rage-against-machine.html' title='Killing in the name - Rage against the machine'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-116353129020297235</id><published>2006-11-14T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:08:10.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Wash Away Those Years - Creed</title><content type='html'>She came calling&lt;br /&gt;One early morning&lt;br /&gt;She showed her crown of thorns&lt;br /&gt;She whispered softly&lt;br /&gt;To tell a story&lt;br /&gt;About how she had been wronged&lt;br /&gt;As she lay lifeless&lt;br /&gt;He stole her innocence&lt;br /&gt;And this is how she carried on&lt;br /&gt;This is how she carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess she closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just imagined everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;But she could not hide her tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;They were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger's violent&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm silent&lt;br /&gt;When tragedy strikes at home&lt;br /&gt;I know this decadence Is shared by millions&lt;br /&gt;Remember you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Remember you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just imagine everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;But do not hide your tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;Well if you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just imagine everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;But do not hide your tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;They were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we have crossed many oceans&lt;br /&gt;And we labor in between&lt;br /&gt;In life there are many quotients&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I find the mean&lt;br /&gt;the mean, the mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just imagine everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;But do not hide your tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;Well if you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just imagine everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;But do not hide your tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they were sent to wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can wash away those years&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can wash away those years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-116353129020297235?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116353129020297235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116353129020297235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/11/wash-away-those-years-creed.html' title='Wash Away Those Years - Creed'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-116091202335799031</id><published>2006-10-15T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:33:43.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Chicago - Clueso</title><content type='html'>Sie ist immer da wo was los ist&lt;br /&gt;Immer mitten in der Stadt&lt;br /&gt;Dort wo die kleine Welt ganz groß ist&lt;br /&gt;Sieht sie sich an den Lichtern satt&lt;br /&gt;Sie erzählt dann und wann von dem und dem&lt;br /&gt;Denn sie hat jeden schon gehabt&lt;br /&gt;Auch wenn sie sich selbst nicht ganz so pflegt&lt;br /&gt;Pflegt sie zumindest den Kontakt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und sie träumt von Chicago, von Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Irgendwo wo sie keiner kennt&lt;br /&gt;Und sie träumt von Chicago, von Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Dort wo niemand, niemand ihren Namen nennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit ihrem sonnigen Traum vor Augen&lt;br /&gt;Läuft sie durch den Regen&lt;br /&gt;Und jeden den sie auf der Straße trifft&lt;br /&gt;Erzählt sie, sie wär da gewesen&lt;br /&gt;Beschreibt in welcher Ecke sie schon war&lt;br /&gt;Sie kennt immerhin dies und das&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn du bisschen was dabei hast&lt;br /&gt;Nimmt sie dich mit für eine Nacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie nimmt dich mit nach Chicago, nach Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Irgendwohin wo dich keiner kennt&lt;br /&gt;Sie nimmt dich mit nach Chicago, nach Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Dort wo niemand deinen Namen nennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doch wenn man ihr erzählt&lt;br /&gt;Welchen Traum sie lebt&lt;br /&gt;Dann spielt sie gleich verrückt&lt;br /&gt;Denn auch wenn sie kurz schläft&lt;br /&gt;Sobald das Licht angeht&lt;br /&gt;So muss sie schnell zurück&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchmal trifft sie sich mit ein paar Leuten&lt;br /&gt;An einem unbestimmten Platz&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn dann frisches Zeug durch die Adern fließt&lt;br /&gt;Gibt man 'nen Löffel an die Kumpels ab&lt;br /&gt;Doch diesmal ist sie nicht gekommen&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht hat sie's nicht gepackt&lt;br /&gt;Nur eine kleine Nachricht ist alles was sie hinterlassen hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich komm nie mehr, ich bin in Chicago, in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Irgendwo wo mich keiner kennt&lt;br /&gt;Ich komm nie mehr, ich bin in Chicago, in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Dort wo niemand, niemand meinen Namen nennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh Chicago, wo mich keiner kennt&lt;br /&gt;ich komm nie mehr&lt;br /&gt;In Chicago, ich komm nie mehr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-116091202335799031?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116091202335799031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/116091202335799031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/10/chicago-clueso.html' title='Chicago - Clueso'/><author><name>wehleidig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604647402731073075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08628047259405707611'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775153.post-115637027240820480</id><published>2006-08-23T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:57:49.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Along Comes Mary - Bloodhound Gang</title><content type='html'>Every time I think that&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who's lonely&lt;br /&gt;Someone calls on me&lt;br /&gt;And every now and then&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time at rhyme and verse&lt;br /&gt;And curse those faults in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then along comes Mary&lt;br /&gt;And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick&lt;br /&gt;And give me pick of memories&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe rather gather tales from all the fails and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;No one ever sees&lt;br /&gt;When we met I was sure out to lunch&lt;br /&gt;Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When vague desire is the fire&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of chicks whose sickness&lt;br /&gt;Is the games they play&lt;br /&gt;And when the masquerade is played&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor folks make jokes&lt;br /&gt;At who is most to blame today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then along comes Mary&lt;br /&gt;And does she want to set them free and&lt;br /&gt;Let them see reality&lt;br /&gt;From where she got her name&lt;br /&gt;And will they struggle much&lt;br /&gt;when told that such a tender touch of hers&lt;br /&gt;Will make them not the same&lt;br /&gt;When we met I was sure out to lunch&lt;br /&gt;Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the morning of the warning's passed&lt;br /&gt;The gassed and flaccid kids&lt;br /&gt;Are flung across the stars&lt;br /&gt;The psychodramas and the traumas gone&lt;br /&gt;The songs have all been sung&lt;br /&gt;And hung upon the scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then along comes Mary&lt;br /&gt;And does she want to see the stains,&lt;br /&gt;The dead remains of all the pain&lt;br /&gt;She left the night before&lt;br /&gt;Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies&lt;br /&gt;And make them realize&lt;br /&gt;Their urgent cry for sight no more&lt;br /&gt;When we met I was sure out to lunch&lt;br /&gt;Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as the punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sywxzJDeKV4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sywxzJDeKV4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775153-115637027240820480?l=wehleidig.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/115637027240820480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775153/posts/default/115637027240820480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wehleidig.blogspot.com/2006/08/along-comes-mary-bloodhound-gang.html' title='Along Comes Mary - 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