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/><itunes:keywords>liam,mccormick,lee,i,am,liam,indie,music,the,family,crest,the,family,crest,family,silver,griffin</itunes:keywords><itunes:subtitle>http://www.liammccormick.com</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary>Music of Liam Mccormick.</itunes:summary><itunes:category text="Music" /><item><title>Silver Griffin, Here In The Night Lyrics</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiamMccormick/~3/T-QLHlaVNPg/silver-griffin-here-in-night-lyrics.html</link><category>lyrics</category><category>here in the night</category><author>liam@thefamilycrestfamily.com (Liam Mccormick)</author><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 05:24:37 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883358668709983207.post-8093312484323921729</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osUPQlZUs04/SKgR_7vH3kI/AAAAAAAAALY/y3TBLEhto7w/s1600-h/silver_griffin_lyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osUPQlZUs04/SKgR_7vH3kI/AAAAAAAAALY/y3TBLEhto7w/s400/silver_griffin_lyrics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235454356882972226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#strikeuptheband"&gt;Strike up the band&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="#baby"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="#eastcoastwestcoastgirl"&gt;East Coast West Coast Girl&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="#sheknows"&gt;She Knows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#dancetothebeat"&gt;Dance to the Beat&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="#hereinthenight"&gt;Here in the Night&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="#goldfinger"&gt;Goldfinger&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="#longer"&gt;Longer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#bottle"&gt;Bottle&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="#imnotdeadyet"&gt;I'm Not Dead Yet&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="#welcomehome"&gt;Welcome Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="strikeuptheband"&gt;Strike up the band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they say he's somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;when he strikes up the band love.&lt;br /&gt;He moves around like something else,&lt;br /&gt;and the moment it hits dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said,&lt;br /&gt;Out came the lights, came the sound&lt;br /&gt;and the moment he spoke&lt;br /&gt;Out in the dark of the crowd well the silence it broke,&lt;br /&gt;and they bury you in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they say he's somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;when he opens his lips love&lt;br /&gt;moments and lovers flow out from his mouth,&lt;br /&gt;and the moment it hits dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said,&lt;br /&gt;Out came the lights, came the sound and the moment he spoke,&lt;br /&gt;Out in the dark of the crowd well the silence it broke,&lt;br /&gt;and they bury you in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down came the lights, came the sound and the moment it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the dark of the night how the silence it showed.&lt;br /&gt;He pounded the beat on his chest till the melody rose.&lt;br /&gt;They said out came the lights, came the sound and the moment he spoke,&lt;br /&gt;Out in the dark of the crowd well the silence it broke,&lt;br /&gt;and they bury you in the show.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="baby"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught on the downside,&lt;br /&gt;lost beneath the weight of lesser men.&lt;br /&gt;So lengthy to realize,&lt;br /&gt;you were better off where you began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your body is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;the chances, depleting;&lt;br /&gt;you're lost in your reasons,&lt;br /&gt;the movement is calling you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna shout it out.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna shout it out&lt;br /&gt;and by the sound of it,&lt;br /&gt;well you wanna come back baby,&lt;br /&gt;wanna come back now.&lt;br /&gt;Out and by the sound of it again,&lt;br /&gt;you wanna shout it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback love,&lt;br /&gt;by the silence hanging overhead&lt;br /&gt;and still you cant realize,&lt;br /&gt;you were better off where you began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your chances depleted,&lt;br /&gt;the silence is heated;&lt;br /&gt;You lost him but found all your reasons,&lt;br /&gt;the movement is pulling you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna shout it out.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna shout it out&lt;br /&gt;and by the sound of it,&lt;br /&gt;well you wanna come back baby,&lt;br /&gt;wanna come back now.&lt;br /&gt;Out and by the sound of it again,&lt;br /&gt;you wanna shout it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="eastcoastwestcoastgirl"&gt;East Coast West Coast Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My love lives on the west coast, moves like the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;My love dresses in old clothes, breathes San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire over you.&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire over you.&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire,&lt;br /&gt;and she's lighting a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love shakes like the west coast, twists like the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;My love moves like the ocean, slow and soft spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire over you.&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire over you.&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire,&lt;br /&gt;and she's lighting a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love lives on the west coast, hails from the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;My love sways in the street lights, dances past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire over you.&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire over you.&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire,&lt;br /&gt;and she's lighting a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire over you.&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire over you.&lt;br /&gt;And she's lighting a fire,&lt;br /&gt;and she's lighting a fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="sheknows"&gt;She Knows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is why she never stayed,&lt;br /&gt;because her love was always away.&lt;br /&gt;Now she lies under these leaves,&lt;br /&gt;placed beneath the whispers and weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash to ash to dusty old floors,&lt;br /&gt;once a girl; standing no more.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking soft over the soil,&lt;br /&gt;how she moves at the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's breaking my heart every which way now and they say,&lt;br /&gt;she knows.&lt;br /&gt;And now that the dawn couldn't be more dark they all say,&lt;br /&gt;she knows.&lt;br /&gt;She's breaking my heart every which way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this night he moves so slow,&lt;br /&gt;treading soft out through the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Village lights break through the wind,&lt;br /&gt;gone so long, home once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the streets he moves towards her door,&lt;br /&gt;longing harsh to hold her once more.&lt;br /&gt;But oh this house sits quiet and still&lt;br /&gt;how he died at the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's breaking my heart every which way now and they say,&lt;br /&gt;she knows.&lt;br /&gt;And now that the dawn couldn't be more dark they all say,&lt;br /&gt;she knows.&lt;br /&gt;She's breaking my heart every which way now and they say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the dust and the leaves,&lt;br /&gt;how could it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows, she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's breaking my heart every which way now and they say,&lt;br /&gt;she knows.&lt;br /&gt;And now that the dawn couldn't be more dark they all say,&lt;br /&gt;she knows.&lt;br /&gt;She's breaking my heart every which way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why she breathes no more,&lt;br /&gt;because her love was lost in the war,&lt;br /&gt;But now he stands over these leaves,&lt;br /&gt;and the townsmen heard him sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dancetothebeat"&gt;Dance to the Beat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now in the silence the morning brings,&lt;br /&gt;swaying alone in the subtle breeze,&lt;br /&gt;how he moved against his will,&lt;br /&gt;above his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the nights wrapped up in the sheets,&lt;br /&gt;here sat, these martyrs for love so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;the ending was near,&lt;br /&gt;the wind it  sat somber and still my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she retains only older words,&lt;br /&gt;pulled from his lips in the silent stirs&lt;br /&gt;of the nights he squeezed her hands against his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they just danced to the beat,&lt;br /&gt;they moved around them on the balls of their feet,&lt;br /&gt;and they both spun around the crest of the room,&lt;br /&gt;These debutants they grabbed their chests.&lt;br /&gt;Still as they danced to the beat,&lt;br /&gt;the crowds all turned on their feet,&lt;br /&gt;and when the silence cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres to the sting of her fathers hands&lt;br /&gt;placed on his back sat the masters brand.&lt;br /&gt;Though death lingered clear,&lt;br /&gt;his curtain it opened it's wings my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests clutched their chests, as they took the room,&lt;br /&gt;the band silenced fast, still the booming boomed,&lt;br /&gt;their hearts how they beat,&lt;br /&gt;a rhythm  so sweet&lt;br /&gt;for two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they just danced to the beat,&lt;br /&gt;they moved around them on the balls of their feet,&lt;br /&gt;and they both spun around the crest of the room,&lt;br /&gt;These debutants they grasped their chests.&lt;br /&gt;Still as they danced to the beat,&lt;br /&gt;the crowds all turned on their feet,&lt;br /&gt;and when the silence cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the wind it howled,&lt;br /&gt;as they made their way to the willows,&lt;br /&gt;Their chants rang clear,&lt;br /&gt;the noose!&lt;br /&gt;They sing, they're singing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they just danced to the beat,&lt;br /&gt;they moved around them on the balls of their feet,&lt;br /&gt;the crowd they stood around the edge of the room,&lt;br /&gt;he pulled her hard against his chest&lt;br /&gt;the way they were&lt;br /&gt;and they just danced to the beat,&lt;br /&gt;the crowds all turned on their feet,&lt;br /&gt;oh bring the silence dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was near,&lt;br /&gt;his moments were fading my love&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I fear,&lt;br /&gt;wont come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="hereinthenight"&gt;Here in the Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Out in the night where the silence rings clear,&lt;br /&gt;all of the houses sit quiet and still now.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but cars in the distance to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Here he sat somber retracing his past in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here sit the neighbors their faces in tears,&lt;br /&gt;moving so slow to console the departed.&lt;br /&gt;How they all say they were able to hear&lt;br /&gt;the sound of the crack from their living room spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bullet it moves around 800 miles an hour.&lt;br /&gt;In less than a second he wiped it away,&lt;br /&gt;all of the moments his mind it had saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the streets how the shot it rang out to the night.&lt;br /&gt;The recoil could be heard from miles away,&lt;br /&gt;a permanent fix to a temporary problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the moment the handgun it screamed at the head.&lt;br /&gt;And this was the moment the handgun it screamed at the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he died so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the moment the handgun it screamed at the head.&lt;br /&gt;And this was the moment the handgun it screamed at the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="goldfinger"&gt;Goldfinger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She woke on her own again,&lt;br /&gt;at three am,&lt;br /&gt;she plays it in her head&lt;br /&gt;he's with her still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause he swore he'd be back,&lt;br /&gt;but he's never alone,&lt;br /&gt;he's moving so slow to pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;She assures herself, a victim of his games here.&lt;br /&gt;His messages only hold so much truth,&lt;br /&gt;she's silent again,&lt;br /&gt;and trying hard not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's moving down the road,&lt;br /&gt;three cars behind,&lt;br /&gt;she follows, echos slow&lt;br /&gt;his every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause he swore he'd be back,&lt;br /&gt;but he's never alone,&lt;br /&gt;he's moving so slow to get to the phone,&lt;br /&gt;assures herself, a victim of his games here.&lt;br /&gt;His messages only hold so much truth,&lt;br /&gt;she's silent again,&lt;br /&gt;and trying hard not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wipe away these tears,&lt;br /&gt;and try to make some sense,&lt;br /&gt;of this love affair, how cold, this faux romance.&lt;br /&gt;So golden in the flames,&lt;br /&gt;His fingers stroke her face,&lt;br /&gt;Their candles flicker,&lt;br /&gt;here's his mistress, here's their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he swore he'd be back,&lt;br /&gt;but he wasn't alone,&lt;br /&gt;he's getting up slow, explaining along,&lt;br /&gt;assures her he's a victim of her games here.&lt;br /&gt;and here in the night, where the air lingers thick,&lt;br /&gt;he's holding her hands,&lt;br /&gt;and begging her not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="longer"&gt;Longer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She used to listen when you played the guitar&lt;br /&gt;these simple movements never took us that far,&lt;br /&gt;light up the night and love we'll move with such ease,&lt;br /&gt;we were bad, we were bad,&lt;br /&gt;we were bad, we were bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break up the silence with my old radio,&lt;br /&gt;push on the gas love, and away we will go.&lt;br /&gt;We chase the morning and we do what we please,&lt;br /&gt;we were bad, we were bad,&lt;br /&gt;we were bad, we were bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets kill the lights before they know we're not home,&lt;br /&gt;in twos and threes we'll make our way to the show,&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band love, how you play with such ease.&lt;br /&gt;You were bad, you were bad,&lt;br /&gt;you were bad, you were bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the nights I pushed myself through the pit,&lt;br /&gt;holding myself up by my arms and my wits,&lt;br /&gt;Light up the silence how we've got the disease,&lt;br /&gt;You were bad, you were bad,&lt;br /&gt;you were bad, you were bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;And you want a way out of it, out of it now,&lt;br /&gt;sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song and make it last longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="bottle"&gt;Bottle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here's to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the moments in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;how the night sits still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretched on the mattress,&lt;br /&gt;she sleeps in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;no remorse for these words that bruise him softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here, the walls are changing slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Down here, the walls are moving faster than some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the bottle,&lt;br /&gt;constant to smooth away the fears of this aging man.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the night life,&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't believe the way the words fled her lips to beat him senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here, the walls are changing slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Down here, the walls are moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faster than some of his winters left,&lt;br /&gt;and slowly it pulls at his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here, the walls are changing slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Down here, the night it carries on.&lt;br /&gt;Down here, the fickle hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bastards and bottles they break and burn,&lt;br /&gt;apart from the scaring he's sure he'll turn&lt;br /&gt;out better from this broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="imnotdeadyet"&gt;I'm Not Dead Yet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This was the moment that rang out so clear,&lt;br /&gt;lying alone on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;clutching her pillow,&lt;br /&gt;she wipes out her tears&lt;br /&gt;now is the right time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pressing her hands to his over coat,&lt;br /&gt;she pushes him up against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying I'm not dead yet,&lt;br /&gt;no I'm not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here under starlight she holds out her hands&lt;br /&gt;never to return again.&lt;br /&gt;Waving goodbye to these older made plans,&lt;br /&gt;she steps in the drivers seat and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pressing her hands against her over coat.&lt;br /&gt;she pushes her foot to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I'm not dead yet,&lt;br /&gt;no I'm not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressing her hands against her over coat,&lt;br /&gt;forming the words upon her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I'm not dead yet,&lt;br /&gt;no I'm not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="welcomehome"&gt;Welcome Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello love your bags are packed,&lt;br /&gt;you move alone, you move along&lt;br /&gt;this dusty road that leads you on&lt;br /&gt;this place you've feared and never thought...&lt;br /&gt;welcome home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you laid your things,&lt;br /&gt;now placed amidst these younger themes.&lt;br /&gt;Set beneath an empty sky,&lt;br /&gt;the city lights still stain your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lover you make up the reasons that hold you down.&lt;br /&gt;And speak slowly my dear, or you'll never be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the woods, they whisper slow,&lt;br /&gt;the words that only you now know.&lt;br /&gt;Pulled from ashes on the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;you burn your past, your memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my lover you make up the reasons that hold you down.&lt;br /&gt;And speak slowly my dear, or you'll never be heard.&lt;br /&gt;And these nights how they pull up the reasons you never let go.&lt;br /&gt;And love don't be afraid or you'll never be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my lover you make up the reasons that hold you down.&lt;br /&gt;And speak slowly my dear, or you'll never be heard.&lt;br /&gt;And these nights how they pull up the reasons you never let go.&lt;br /&gt;And love don't be afraid or you'll never be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called to say your bags are here,&lt;br /&gt;they're all intact, they're all intact,&lt;br /&gt;this dusty road, that leads you on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883358668709983207-8093312484323921729?l=www.liammccormick.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:24:37.849-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osUPQlZUs04/SKgR_7vH3kI/AAAAAAAAALY/y3TBLEhto7w/s72-c/silver_griffin_lyrics.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liammccormick.com/2008/08/silver-griffin-here-in-night-lyrics.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Take These Words'04</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiamMccormick/~3/K4Kw7mW54XM/take-these-words04.html</link><category>mp3</category><author>liam@thefamilycrestfamily.com (Liam Mccormick)</author><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 13:03:49 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-883358668709983207.post-3550603039834056299</guid><description>&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/lars.backlund/SG_H_LSObEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/M1Fjh3lppp8/takethese.jpg?imgmax=800" alt="takethese.jpg" border="0" title="image taken by bies, http://www.sxc.hu/photo/942275" width="400" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is "Take These Words". Year 2004 version.&lt;a href="http://leeiam.music.googlepages.com/TakeTheseWords2004pianoversion.mp3" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeiam.music.googlepages.com/TakeTheseWords2004pianoversion.mp3" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Liam Mccormick - Take These Words (2004 version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/883358668709983207-3550603039834056299?l=www.liammccormick.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-05T13:03:49.061-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><media:content url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiamMccormick/~5/_gbOMdQ_IXw/TakeTheseWords2004pianoversion.mp3" fileSize="2780625" type="application/octet-stream; charset=UTF-8" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> Here is "Take These Words". Year 2004 version.Liam Mccormick - Take These Words (2004 version)</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>Liam Mccormick</itunes:author><itunes:summary> Here is "Take These Words". Year 2004 version.Liam Mccormick - Take These Words (2004 version)</itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>liam,mccormick,lee,i,am,liam,indie,music,the,family,crest,the,family,crest,family,silver,griffin</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://www.liammccormick.com/2008/07/take-these-words04.html</feedburner:origLink><enclosure url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiamMccormick/~5/_gbOMdQ_IXw/TakeTheseWords2004pianoversion.mp3" length="2780625" type="application/octet-stream; charset=UTF-8" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://leeiam.music.googlepages.com/TakeTheseWords2004pianoversion.mp3</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></item><copyright>Copyright (C) Liam Mccormick</copyright><media:credit role="author">Liam Mccormick</media:credit><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating><media:description type="plain">http://www.liammccormick.com</media:description></channel></rss>
