<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Youneek Like Everyone Else</title><description>When will I look back at life, When will I look back and laugh?</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Scott Ertl)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 8 Mar 2024 04:48:55 -0800</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://youneek.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><copyright>Your (optional) copyright message</copyright><itunes:image href="http://www.myserver.com/podcastlogo.jpg"/><itunes:keywords>Type in keywords, separated by commas, that can help listeners locate your podcast when searching with iTunes</itunes:keywords><itunes:summary>Type a description you would like potential listeners to see when viewing your podcast listing in iTunes</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>Type a description you would like potential listeners to see when viewing your podcast listing in iTunes</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>Your (optional) podcast author name</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:email>Your (optional) podcast author email address</itunes:email><itunes:name>Your (optional) podcast author name</itunes:name></itunes:owner><item><title>Best penalty ever! :D</title><link>http://youneek.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-penalty-ever-d.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 08:38:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831302.post-116611433907662170</guid><description>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-7233445036972827652&amp;amp;hl=en" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;It's funniest penalty kick i've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (Your (optional) podcast author name)</author></item><item><title>Change</title><link>http://youneek.blogspot.com/2006/02/change.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 2 Feb 2006 08:39:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831302.post-113889835122649695</guid><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those things that have gone from your life, moon boots, TVtrays, and the Soviet Union, that seem to have vanished, arereally only changed, dinosaurs did not disappear from the earth but evolved into birds and crock pots became bread makers. Everything around you changes. It seems at times (only for amoment) that your wife, the woman you love, might actually be your first wife in another form. It's a thought not to be pursued.... Nothing is the same as it used to be. Except you, of course,You haven't changed ... well, slowed down a bit, perhaps. It's more difficult nowadays to deal with the speed of change, dis-turbing to suddenly find yourself brushing your teeth with what appears to be a flashlight. But essentially you are the same as ever, constant in your instability.&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (Your (optional) podcast author name)</author></item><item><title>When will I</title><link>http://youneek.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-will-i.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2005 12:28:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831302.post-113052768898993997</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I – Monte Montgomery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, when my love was far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the arms of another man, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Don't you know it made my heart beat slow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the past, I had a love made my heart beat fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She made me feel good, good, good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She left me right where I stood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I? When will I? When will I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I look back and laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I? When will I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I look back at life, When will I look back and laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Once upon a time when my heart was strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was younger and I didn't much care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I said no one could hurt me there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now that I've been broken in four or five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I decided I was wrong, wrong, wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hope I didn't wait too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I? When will I? When will I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I look back and laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I? When will I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I look back at life, When will I look back and laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A long time ago, I left a woman 'cause she couldn't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was putting on my walking shoes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She was crying out some genuine blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well I've lived a life, full of troubles and lovers and strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm trying to understand what went wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;While I'm standing here singing this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I? When will I? When will I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I look back and laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I? When will I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When will I look back at life, When will I look back and laugh?&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (Your (optional) podcast author name)</author></item><item><title>BELZEBUB</title><link>http://youneek.blogspot.com/2005/10/belzebub.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2005 09:54:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831302.post-113043205392051510</guid><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;BELZEBUB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The judgment of a stranger in a digital land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Holding in his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The book of judgment he thinks he understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pouring through his fingers like dry sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have no choice but to demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Before the love runs from my tear gland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That I have to believe in Him or it or them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And Forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (Your (optional) podcast author name)</author></item><item><title>The Waking Eyes  On</title><link>http://youneek.blogspot.com/2005/10/waking-eyes-on.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2005 07:04:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831302.post-113033548259436162</guid><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Waking Eyes - On A Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here smokin' on a train Leanin' on the pain 'Cause all I have is my own hard luck Yeah I took off Had to get away I didn't want to pay a penance to all the cold hard luck Somehow I knew your intention was to Wrap me up around and around Lock me away So I just put my foot on the ground I walked away No way to tell me when I screw it up again Falling victim to my hard luck Yeah I was blind I just couldn't find Your silhouette behind the spectre of all my hard luck again Somehow I knew your intention was to Wrap me up around and around Lock me away So I just put my foot on the ground I walked away I'm leavin' babe To go back to my place Get out of the rat race Those at the table are ready and able To put something on it It better be chronic Watchin' the night slip away Wrap me up around and around Lock me away Wrap me up around and around Lock me away So I just put my foot on the ground I walked away Wrap me up around and around Just lock me away Wrap me up around and around I walked away So I'm leavin' on a train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (Your (optional) podcast author name)</author></item><item><title>HurtI hurt myself to</title><link>http://youneek.blogspot.com/2005/10/hurti-hurt-myself-to.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2005 06:52:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831302.post-113033472817210427</guid><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Hurt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself today&lt;br /&gt;to see if I still feel&lt;br /&gt;I focus on the pain&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that's realthe needle tears a hole&lt;br /&gt;the old familiar sting&lt;br /&gt;try to kill it all awaybut I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear this crown of shit upon my liar's chair&lt;br /&gt;full of broken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I cannot repair&lt;br /&gt;beneath the stains of time&lt;br /&gt;the feeling disappear&lt;br /&gt;you are someone else&lt;br /&gt;I am still right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friendeveryone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you downI wil&lt;br /&gt;l make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;if I could start againa million miles away&lt;br /&gt;I would keep myself&lt;br /&gt;I would find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (Your (optional) podcast author name)</author></item><item><title>Same but Different</title><link>http://youneek.blogspot.com/2005/10/same-but-different.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2005 08:27:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831302.post-112990847592386297</guid><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Same but Different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I stepped out of the grayness of a long winter’s play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Into the blindinglight of the wakening new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The cool fresh breezeof morning fills the room as the crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Of rain andsun ready the seeds that are the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Act two: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But there are no new lines tomemorize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They come from the same cold pages these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wordsthat are life, day in and out with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The theater onthe same corner... waits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The scenery ischanging to a brighter backdrop while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Costumes grow shorter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Feet are bare on the fresh earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That is stillcool and wet from the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The sun is movingcloser to dry life’s rostrum warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why do thewords of this new hue seem so much sweeter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This new passion in the words dead of winter seem to beckon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A rebirth of the same circumstance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With a fresh coat of paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why does it come now when winter is gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (Your (optional) podcast author name)</author></item><item><title>Who am I?</title><link>http://youneek.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-am-i.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2005 07:19:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831302.post-112990437468350706</guid><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a good day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;A troubadour without inspiration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cold, Colder, and Coldest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tall yet low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slow yet the fastest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hungary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Consolidated in the hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happily indifferent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Surrounded lovingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ambitiously lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Greedy and green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Intimately purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Impassively brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Abominator of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lover of more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Absent and resurrected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;God knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;A day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;A night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bread at light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wine of dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleep of grievance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Waking the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inactively aggressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ideas abound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dying is inescapable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;No surrogate found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;©2003 SR Ertl&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (Your (optional) podcast author name)</author></item><item><title/><link>http://youneek.blogspot.com/2005/10/govt-mule-thorazine-shuffle-stand-by.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 13:49:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831302.post-112975514120617132</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3599/238/1600/B00005LMMI.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3599/238/320/B00005LMMI.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/artists/6100/"&gt;Gov't Mule&lt;/a&gt;       -        Thorazine Shuffle&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;"&gt;     Stand by to stand by&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no need to worry today&lt;br /&gt;Thorazine shuffle make everything OK&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;You say you need your highs and lows&lt;br /&gt;But what if you could take your pain&lt;br /&gt;And just let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step right back and watch me now&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you how it's done&lt;br /&gt;Stay right here with me now&lt;br /&gt;Till the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;And the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time drags by&lt;br /&gt;When you're boring&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what you do care what you say&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;When you got to let the monster inside you&lt;br /&gt;Let him come on out, come on out and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step right back and watch me now&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you how it's done&lt;br /&gt;Stay right here with me now&lt;br /&gt;Till the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step right back and watch me now&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you how it's done&lt;br /&gt;Stay right here with me now&lt;br /&gt;Till the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;And the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand by to stand by&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no need to worry today&lt;br /&gt;Thorazine shuffle make everything OK&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (Your (optional) podcast author 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