<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:16:49.871-07:00</updated><category term='Beatles'/><category term='Scott McKenzie'/><category term='Catie Curtis'/><category term='Audrey Hepburn'/><category term='Josh Joplin'/><category term='Smash Mouth'/><category term='Pearl Jam'/><category term='Kylie Milogue'/><category term='Richard Shindell'/><category term='Alan Jackson'/><category term='Equation'/><category term='Yo La Tengo'/><category term='Maybe Baby'/><category term='David Crosby'/><category term='Frankie Laine'/><category term='Sundays'/><category term='Joe Turley'/><category term='Vertical Horizon'/><category term='Victoria Williams'/><category term='Led Zeppelin'/><category term='Bonnie Raitt'/><category term='Nick Cave'/><category term='Kathleen Edwards'/><category term='Love Spit Love'/><category term='Gérard Depardieu'/><category term='Freakwater'/><category term='Rolling Stones'/><category term='Mark Knopfler'/><category term='Vast'/><category term='Lambert Hendricks and Ross'/><category term='Sonya Hunter'/><category term='Azure Ray'/><category term='Fairport Convention'/><category term='John Hiatt'/><category term='Laura Cantrell'/><category term='Mark Cutler'/><category term='Boo Hewerdine'/><category term='Rosanne Cash'/><category term='Sandra McCracken'/><category term='Kinky Friedman'/><category term='Evanescence'/><category term='Uncle Kracker'/><category term='Edie Brickell'/><category term='Kelly Willis'/><category term='Richard Thompson'/><category term='Shania Twain'/><category term='Anneli Drecker'/><category term='National'/><category term='Doris Day'/><category term='Bruce Springsteen'/><category term='Beth Nielsen Chapman'/><category term='Norah Jones'/><category term='Michelle Branch'/><category term='Graham Nash'/><category term='Lou Ann Barton'/><category term='Christina Rosenvinge'/><category term='Dwight Yoakam'/><category term='Wreckers'/><category term='Alanis Morissette'/><category term='Avril Lavigne'/><category term='Shawn Colvin'/><category term='Mark Erelli'/><category term='Van Morrison'/><category term='Neil Young'/><category term='Natacha Atlas'/><category term='Lorne Greene'/><category term='Joe Ely'/><category term='Melissa Etheridge'/><category term='Ani Di Franco'/><category term='David Gilmour'/><category term='Diane Zeigler'/><category term='Dead Meadow'/><category term='Kristen Hall'/><category term='Mazzy Star'/><category term='Jessica Harp'/><category term='Bif Naked'/><category term='Altan'/><category term='Indigo Girls'/><category term='Bob Dylan'/><category term='Lambchop'/><category term='Dixie Chicks'/><category term='Mike Doughty'/><category term='Michael Penn'/><category term='Dean Martin'/><category term='Susan Tedeschi'/><category term='Jenny Owen Youngs'/><category term='Amy Rigby'/><category term='Innocence Mission'/><title type='text'>TIN CAN FULL OF GOLD</title><subtitle type='html'>Me I got nothing. Just a love and this fire more precious than gold.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-2146391621499654976</id><published>2007-04-25T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:29:12.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen Hall'/><title type='text'>Kristen Hall - Prey To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Ri_FxTFHAyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gfAZAjHfpNQ/s1600-h/Kristen+Hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057478357286322978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Ri_FxTFHAyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gfAZAjHfpNQ/s320/Kristen+Hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristen Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4filehosting.com/file/9705/Kristen-Hall---Prey-To-You-wma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prey To You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was kind enough to love you&lt;br /&gt;You were cruel enough to leave&lt;br /&gt;At the time I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;You brought me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;If I would have seen it coming&lt;br /&gt;If I could have had a clue&lt;br /&gt;I might never have fallen prey to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember very clearly&lt;br /&gt;When you said in Piedmont Park&lt;br /&gt;That you’d be there right beside me&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m lonely in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wished upon the hillside&lt;br /&gt;Everything you said was true&lt;br /&gt;Now I’d wish I’d never fallen prey to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now don’t I seem fine&lt;br /&gt;You drove me to tears for such a long time&lt;br /&gt;What will I do when I see you?&lt;br /&gt;Just let my eyes burn right through you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up my pieces&lt;br /&gt;I camouflage my scars&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t erase the memories&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying very hard&lt;br /&gt;There are still things that remind me&lt;br /&gt;Part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;Seems I should have never fallen prey to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Repeat 1st verse)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1994)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1990 – Real Life Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1991 – Kristen Hall Band Bootleg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1992 – Fact &amp;amp; Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1994 – Be Careful What You Wish For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1996 – Thumbprint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1999 – California Made Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2000 – Live At Eddie’s Attic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2001 – August 2000 Demos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2004 – Twice The Speed Of Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-2146391621499654976?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2146391621499654976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=2146391621499654976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/2146391621499654976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/2146391621499654976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/04/kristen-hall-prey-to-you.html' title='Kristen Hall - Prey To You'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Ri_FxTFHAyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gfAZAjHfpNQ/s72-c/Kristen+Hall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-4942602442878139019</id><published>2007-03-20T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:16:39.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National'/><title type='text'>National - All The Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/RgBZ3xqUrqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UsHUomsA4Uo/s1600-h/The+National.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044130397413486242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/RgBZ3xqUrqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UsHUomsA4Uo/s320/The+National.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4filehosting.com/file/6526/The%20National%20-%20All%20The%20Wine.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All The Wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm put together beautifully&lt;br /&gt;Big wet bottle in my fist, big wet rose in my teeth&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfect piece of ass&lt;br /&gt;Like every Californian&lt;br /&gt;So tall I take over the street, with highbeams shining on my back&lt;br /&gt;A wingspan unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;I'm a festival, I'm a parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the wine is all for me&lt;br /&gt;And all the wine is all for me&lt;br /&gt;And all the wine is all for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a birthday candle in a circle of black girls&lt;br /&gt;God is on my side&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm the child bride&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry but the motorcade will have to go around me this time&lt;br /&gt;Cuz God is on my side&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the child bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the wine is all for me&lt;br /&gt;And all the wine is all for me&lt;br /&gt;And all the wine is all for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I carry the dollhouse, safe on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Through the black city, night lights are on in the corners&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's sleeping upstairs&lt;br /&gt;All safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;All safe and sound, I won't the let psychos around&lt;br /&gt;All safe and sound, I won't let the psychos around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in a state, I'm in a state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing can touch us my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in a state, I'm in a state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing can touch us my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2001 - The National&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Sad Songs For Dirty Lovers&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Cherry Tree&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Alligator&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-4942602442878139019?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4942602442878139019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=4942602442878139019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/4942602442878139019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/4942602442878139019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/03/national-all-wine.html' title='National - All The Wine'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/RgBZ3xqUrqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UsHUomsA4Uo/s72-c/The+National.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-8347224948029483752</id><published>2007-03-14T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:49:56.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catie Curtis'/><title type='text'>Catie Curtis - On The Phone With My Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Rfikis1pR3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ts2Wx5CqVEk/s1600-h/Catie+Curtis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041960698899941234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Rfikis1pR3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ts2Wx5CqVEk/s320/Catie+Curtis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catie Curtis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4filehosting.com/file/6122/Catie-Curtis---On-The-Phone-With-My-Sister-wma.html"&gt;On The Phone With My Sister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;It is my sister she's crying, nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;If the child is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And begin trying to say something&lt;br /&gt;That might get her through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "Remember the days when you would save me&lt;br /&gt;I was eight years old and I'd get stuck in that tree&lt;br /&gt;On the church lawn and I'd be crying&lt;br /&gt;And you would come up to me&lt;br /&gt;And you would help me down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the phone&lt;br /&gt;She sounds like she's dying, nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;So you can't say "It's alright"&lt;br /&gt;She says "I don't think that I have&lt;br /&gt;The kind of strength&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need for this fight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "Remeber the days when you would save me&lt;br /&gt;I would get myself lost and you would bring me home&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows how strong you are&lt;br /&gt;It's your little sister,&lt;br /&gt;It's your little sister"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;When I worry about her, nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Just how she will get through&lt;br /&gt;So I turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;And I write in a letter, "I believe in you",&lt;br /&gt;I say "I believe in you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember the days when you would save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1991)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1989 – Dandelion&lt;br /&gt;1991 – From Years To Hours&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Truth From Lies&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Catie Curtis&lt;br /&gt;1999 – A Crash Course In Roses&lt;br /&gt;2001 – My Shirt Looks Good On You&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Acoustic Valentine&lt;br /&gt;2003 – From Years To Hours...The Early Recordings&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Dreaming In Romance Languages&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Long Night Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-8347224948029483752?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8347224948029483752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=8347224948029483752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/8347224948029483752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/8347224948029483752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/03/catie-curtis-on-phone-with-my-sister.html' title='Catie Curtis - On The Phone With My Sister'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Rfikis1pR3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ts2Wx5CqVEk/s72-c/Catie+Curtis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-8870774010895250696</id><published>2007-03-03T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:03:06.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alanis Morissette'/><title type='text'>Alanis Morissette - You Owe Me Nothing In Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/RenfmsPO_JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h8U26eyU20s/s1600-h/Alanis+Morissette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037803513993690258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/RenfmsPO_JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h8U26eyU20s/s320/Alanis+Morissette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4filehosting.com/file/5276/09-You-Owe-Me-Nothing-In-Return-wma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Owe Me Nothing In Return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you countless amounts of outright acceptance if you want it&lt;br /&gt;I will give you encouragement to choose the path that you want if you need it&lt;br /&gt;You can speak of anger and doubts your fears and freak outs and I'll hold it&lt;br /&gt;You can share your so-called shame filled accounts of times in your life and I won't judge it&lt;br /&gt;(and there are no strings attached to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give&lt;br /&gt;You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have&lt;br /&gt;I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege&lt;br /&gt;And you owe me nothing in return&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can ask for space for yourself and only yourself and I'll grant it&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for freedom as well or time to travel and you'll have it&lt;br /&gt;You can ask to live by yourself or love someone else and I'll support it&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for anything you want, anything at all and I'll understand it&lt;br /&gt;(and there are no strings attached to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wondering when the next payback shoe will eventually drop&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wondering when my conditional police will force you to cough up&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wondering how far you have now danced you way back into debt&lt;br /&gt;This is the only kind of love as I understand it that there really is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can express your deepest of truths even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it&lt;br /&gt;You can fall into the abyss on your way to your bliss I'll empathize with&lt;br /&gt;You can say that you have to skip town to chase your passion and I'll hear it&lt;br /&gt;You can even hit rock bottom have a mid-life crisis and I'll hold it&lt;br /&gt;(and there are no strings attached to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1991 – Alanis&lt;br /&gt;1992 – Now Is The Time&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Jagged Little Pill&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie&lt;br /&gt;1999 – Unplugged&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Under Rug Swept&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Feast On Scraps&lt;br /&gt;2004 – So-Called Chaos&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Jagged Little Pill Acoustic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-8870774010895250696?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8870774010895250696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=8870774010895250696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/8870774010895250696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/8870774010895250696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/03/alanis-morissette-you-owe-me-nothing-in.html' title='Alanis Morissette - You Owe Me Nothing In Return'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/RenfmsPO_JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h8U26eyU20s/s72-c/Alanis+Morissette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-9087112913575593899</id><published>2007-03-01T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T14:40:47.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa Etheridge'/><title type='text'>Melissa Etheridge - Mama I'm Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/RedVKmYeq_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1zmy4yDKZdM/s1600-h/Melissa+Etheridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037088348827462642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/RedVKmYeq_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1zmy4yDKZdM/s320/Melissa+Etheridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa Etheridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4filehosting.com/file/5209/-m-Strange--1999--wma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama I'm Strange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's this little lie they keep on telling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just another high, they keep on selling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was only five, they fed me so much jive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They said just have a ball, just be a Barbie doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They churned and burned me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until they turned me out over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama I'm strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thoughts and the wants are the locks on the back of my brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm descending pretending I'm blending, I'm going insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they want me to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama I'm strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a shaky wall, I'm tripping down the hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the king's men can't, can't sew me up again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a leaky head, don't know the full extent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm drowning in my bed, I'm just an accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They chewed and blew me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until they threw me out over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could tranquilize I might just vaporize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They couldn't supervise, they couldn't criticize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no evidence, I have no reverence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It makes no difference, I have no innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me mama help me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama I’m strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama I’m strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1999)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1988 – Melissa Etheridge&lt;br /&gt;1989 – Brave And Crazy&lt;br /&gt;1992 – Never Enough&lt;br /&gt;1993 – Yes I Am&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Your Little Secret&lt;br /&gt;1999 – Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;2001 – Skin&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Lucky&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Greatest Hits: The Road Less Traveled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-9087112913575593899?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/9087112913575593899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=9087112913575593899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/9087112913575593899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/9087112913575593899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/03/melissa-etheridge-mama-im-strange.html' title='Melissa Etheridge - Mama I&apos;m Strange'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/RedVKmYeq_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1zmy4yDKZdM/s72-c/Melissa+Etheridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-2286894830950687702</id><published>2007-02-23T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:22:10.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indigo Girls'/><title type='text'>Indigo Girls - Rockin' In The Free World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Rd9ytSZrFuI/AAAAAAAAACw/9fsm1QQByew/s1600-h/Indigo+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034869030782703330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Rd9ytSZrFuI/AAAAAAAAACw/9fsm1QQByew/s320/Indigo+Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indigo Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/c7owfc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rockin' In The Free World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's colors on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red white and blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People shuffling their feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People sleeping in their shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a warning sign on the road ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a lot of people saying we'd be better off dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't feel like Satan but I am to them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I try to forget it any way I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep on rockin' in the free world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep on rockin' in the free world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see a woman in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a baby in her hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Under an old street light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next to a garbage can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she puts the kid away 'cause she wants to get a hit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She hates her life and what she's done to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more kid that will never go to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep on rockin' in the free world&lt;br /&gt;Keep on rockin' in the free world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got a thousand points of light&lt;br /&gt;For the homeless man&lt;br /&gt;A kinder gentler machine gun hand&lt;br /&gt;We got department stores and toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;Styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer&lt;br /&gt;The man in power says to keep our hope alive&lt;br /&gt;Fuel to burn, roads to drive&lt;br /&gt;Keep on rockin' in the free world&lt;br /&gt;Keep on rockin' in the free world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(1995)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1987 – Strange Fire&lt;br /&gt;1989 – Indigo Girls&lt;br /&gt;1990 – Nomads Indians Saints&lt;br /&gt;1991 – Back On The Bus, Y’all&lt;br /&gt;1992 – Rites Of Passage&lt;br /&gt;1994 – Swamp Ophelia&lt;br /&gt;1995 – 1200 Curfews&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Shaming Of The Sun&lt;br /&gt;1999 – Come On Now Social&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Become You&lt;br /&gt;2004 – All That We Let In&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Rarities&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Despite Our Differences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-2286894830950687702?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2286894830950687702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=2286894830950687702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/2286894830950687702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/2286894830950687702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/02/indigo-girls-rockin-in-free-world.html' title='Indigo Girls - Rockin&apos; In The Free World'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Rd9ytSZrFuI/AAAAAAAAACw/9fsm1QQByew/s72-c/Indigo+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-2909834412754529633</id><published>2007-02-22T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:54:28.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shawn Colvin'/><title type='text'>Shawn Colvin - Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Rd4cJCZrFpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BcBrTII-SvA/s1600-h/Shawn+Colvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034492375035745938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Rd4cJCZrFpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BcBrTII-SvA/s320/Shawn+Colvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawn Colvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/NX1J8CZF/Shawn_Colvin___Viva_Las_Vegas.wma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva Las Vegas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bright light city gonna set my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna set my soul on fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So get those stakes up higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they're all livin' devil may care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm just the devil with love to spare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wish that there were more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than the twenty-four hours in the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause even if there were forty more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't sleep a minute away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fortune won and lost on ev'ry deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you need's a strong heart and nerves of steel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viva Las Vegas with your neon flashin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your one armbandits crashin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those hopes down the drain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night into daytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you see it once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll never be the same again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna keep on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna keep on the run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it costs me my very last dime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I wind up broke up well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna give it ev'rything I've got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady luck please let the dice stay hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me shoot a seven with ev'ry shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viva, Viva, Viva, Viva Las Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1995)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1989- Steady On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1992 – Fat City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1994 – Cover Girl&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Live ‘88&lt;br /&gt;1996 – A Few Small Repairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1998 – Holiday Songs And Lullabies&lt;br /&gt;2001 – Whole New You&lt;br /&gt;2006 – These Four Walls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-2909834412754529633?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2909834412754529633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=2909834412754529633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/2909834412754529633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/2909834412754529633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/02/shawn-colvin-viva-las-vegas.html' title='Shawn Colvin - Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D1kp9RsSyE/Rd4cJCZrFpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BcBrTII-SvA/s72-c/Shawn+Colvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-117011190096297707</id><published>2007-01-29T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:30:07.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Kracker'/><title type='text'>Uncle Kracker - Follow Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/303107/Uncle%20Kracker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/902919/Uncle%20Kracker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Kracker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/3WRNAI3K/Uncle_Kracker___Follow_Me.wma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know how you met me&lt;br /&gt;You don't know why you can’t turn around and say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;All you know is when I’m with you I make you free&lt;br /&gt;And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Follow me, everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to tuck you in at night&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to leave I can guarantee&lt;br /&gt;You won't find nobody else like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worried 'bout the ring you wear&lt;br /&gt;Cause as long as no one knows that nobody can care&lt;br /&gt;Your feelin’ guilty and I'm well aware&lt;br /&gt;But you don't look ashamed and baby I'm not scared I’m singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't give you money, I can't give you the sky&lt;br /&gt;It better off if you don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the reason that you go astray&lt;br /&gt;We'll be alright if you don't ask me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2000)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2000 – Double Wide&lt;br /&gt;2002 – No Stranger To Shame&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Seventy Two And Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-117011190096297707?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/117011190096297707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=117011190096297707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/117011190096297707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/117011190096297707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/uncle-kracker-follow-me.html' title='Uncle Kracker - Follow Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116964017233134875</id><published>2007-01-24T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:30:27.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Knopfler'/><title type='text'>Mark Knopfler - Speedway At Nazareth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/348608/Mark%20Knopfler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/862924/Mark%20Knopfler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Knopfler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/JRUNSUU3/10.Speedway_At_Nazareth.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speedway At Nazareth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After two thousand came two thousand and one&lt;br /&gt;To be the new champions we were there for to run&lt;br /&gt;From springtime in Arizona 'til the fall in Monterey&lt;br /&gt;And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Phoenix in the morning I had a wake-up call&lt;br /&gt;She went around without a warning put me in the wall&lt;br /&gt;I drove Long Beach, California with three cracked vertebrae&lt;br /&gt;And we went on to Indianapolis, Indiana in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the Brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mountain to qualify I went flat through the turns&lt;br /&gt;But I was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died&lt;br /&gt;And I sat down in Gasoline Alley and I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we were in at the kill again on the Milwaukee Mile&lt;br /&gt;And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle&lt;br /&gt;Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe&lt;br /&gt;And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New England, Ontario we died in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto they hurt&lt;br /&gt;So we came to Road America where we burned up the lake&lt;br /&gt;But at the speedway at Nazareth I made no mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/556474/Mark%20Knopfler%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/834444/Mark%20Knopfler%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1983 – Local Hero&lt;br /&gt;1984 – Cal&lt;br /&gt;1984 – Comfort And Joy&lt;br /&gt;1987 – The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;1989 – Last Exit To Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;1996 – Golden Heart&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Metroland&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Wag The Dog&lt;br /&gt;2000 – Sailing To Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;2001 – A Shot At Glory&lt;br /&gt;2002 – The Ragpicker’s Dream&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Shangri-La&lt;br /&gt;2006 – All The Roadrunning&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Real Live Roadrunning&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/29535260-116964017233134875?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116964017233134875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116964017233134875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116964017233134875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116964017233134875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/mark-knopfler-speedway-at-nazareth.html' title='Mark Knopfler - Speedway At Nazareth'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116924147741002587</id><published>2007-01-19T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:30:47.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avril Lavigne'/><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne - I Always Get What I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/127474/Avril%20Lavigne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/582854/Avril%20Lavigne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/UUAKQYVC/Avril_Lavigne___I_Always_Get_What_I_Want__2004_.wma.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Always Get What I Want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every now and then we all want somethin'&lt;br /&gt;Even if there's no way of gettin' it&lt;br /&gt;If I stomp my feet quick that maybe be the way around it&lt;br /&gt;Could I get myself around it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Get me what I want&lt;br /&gt;Everything I don't got&lt;br /&gt;So give me what I want&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a big shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna always have to be so nice&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear you say well that's just life&lt;br /&gt;I'll drown you out when I open my mouth&lt;br /&gt;And make my way around it&lt;br /&gt;I always make my way around it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me what I want&lt;br /&gt;I always get what I want&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna see me when&lt;br /&gt;I don't get what I want&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not about to take no for answer&lt;br /&gt;No, if I tell you I can't I'm still gonna go&lt;br /&gt;I did it all by myself and I found&lt;br /&gt;I found my way around it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So give me what I want&lt;br /&gt;I always get what I want&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna see me when&lt;br /&gt;I don't get what I want&lt;br /&gt;That's not what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too lovely&lt;br /&gt;It could start to get ugly&lt;br /&gt;It really bugs me&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me what I want&lt;br /&gt;I always get what I want&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna see me when&lt;br /&gt;I don't get what I want&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you want&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get what I want&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2004)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2002 - Let Go&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Under My Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116924147741002587?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116924147741002587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116924147741002587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116924147741002587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116924147741002587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/avril-lavigne-i-always-get-what-i-want.html' title='Avril Lavigne - I Always Get What I Want'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116898977290374977</id><published>2007-01-16T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:31:13.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Young'/><title type='text'>Neil Young - Flags Of Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/512394/Neil%20Young%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/559565/Neil%20Young%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/M30UG0C9/06.Flags_Of_Freedom.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flags Of Freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's the day our younger son is going off to war&lt;br /&gt;Fightin' in the age old battle we've sometimes won before&lt;br /&gt;Flags that line old main street are blowin' in the wind&lt;br /&gt;These must be the flags of freedom flyin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Church bells are ringin' as the families stand and wave&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are cryin' but the soldiers look so brave&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' straight ahead like they know just where they're goin'&lt;br /&gt;Past the flags of freedom flyin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sister has her headphones on, she hears the music blasting&lt;br /&gt;She sees her brother marchin' by, their bond is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Bob Dylan singin' in 1963&lt;br /&gt;Watching the flags of freedom flyin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sees the president speakin' on a flat-screen TV&lt;br /&gt;In the window of the old appliance store&lt;br /&gt;She turns to see her brother again but he's already walkin' past&lt;br /&gt;The flags of freedom flyin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you seen the flags of freedom?&lt;br /&gt;What color are they now?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that you believe in yours&lt;br /&gt;More than they do theirs somehow?&lt;br /&gt;When you see the flags of freedom flyin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's the day our younger son is goin' off to war&lt;br /&gt;Fightin' in the age old battle we've sometimes won before&lt;br /&gt;Flags that line old main street are blowin' in the wind&lt;br /&gt;These must be the flags of freedom flyin' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/181128/Neil%20Young%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/226625/Neil%20Young%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1968 - Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;1969 - Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;1970 - After The Gold Rush&lt;br /&gt;1972 - Harvest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1972 - Journey Through The Past&lt;br /&gt;1973 - Time Fades Away&lt;br /&gt;1974 - On The Beach&lt;br /&gt;1975 - Tonight's The Night&lt;br /&gt;1975 - Zuma&lt;br /&gt;1976 - Long May You Run&lt;br /&gt;1977 - American Stars 'n Bars&lt;br /&gt;1978 - Comes A Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1979 - Rust Never Sleeps&lt;br /&gt;1979 - Live Rust&lt;br /&gt;1980 - Hawks &amp; Doves&lt;br /&gt;1981 - Re-Ac-Tor&lt;br /&gt;1982 - Trans&lt;br /&gt;1983 - Everybody's Rockin'&lt;br /&gt;1985 - Old Ways&lt;br /&gt;1986 - Landing On Water&lt;br /&gt;1987 - Life&lt;br /&gt;1988 - This Note's For You&lt;br /&gt;1989 - Freedom&lt;br /&gt;1990 - Ragged Glory&lt;br /&gt;1991 - Weld&lt;br /&gt;1992 - Harvest Moon&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Unplugged&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Sleeps With Angel&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Mirror Ball&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Broken Arrow&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Year Of The Horse&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Silver &amp;amp; Gold&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Road Rock&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Are You Passionate?&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Greendale&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Prairie Wind&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Living With War&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Live At The Fillmore East (recorded 1970)&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/29535260-116898977290374977?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116898977290374977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116898977290374977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116898977290374977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116898977290374977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/neil-young-flags-of-freedom.html' title='Neil Young - Flags Of Freedom'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116872560031134222</id><published>2007-01-13T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:31:35.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Owen Youngs'/><title type='text'>Jenny Owen Youngs - Fuck Was I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/493976/Jenny%20Owen%20Youngs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/588281/Jenny%20Owen%20Youngs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jenny Owen Youngs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/677HER46/Jenny_Owen_Youngs___Fuck_Was_I__2005_.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck Was I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love grows in me like a tumor&lt;br /&gt;Parasites bent on devouring its host&lt;br /&gt;I'm developing my sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth&lt;br /&gt;Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skillet on the stove is such a temptation&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn’t get burned&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck was I thinking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love plows through me like a dozer&lt;br /&gt;I've got more give than a bale of hay&lt;br /&gt;And there's always a big mess left over&lt;br /&gt;What did you do? What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;What did you do and what did you say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skillet on the stove is such a temptation&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burned&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck was I thinking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love tears me up like a demon&lt;br /&gt;Opens the wounds and fills them with lead&lt;br /&gt;And I'm having some trouble just breathing&lt;br /&gt;If we weren’t such good friends I think that I'd hate you&lt;br /&gt;If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skillet on the stove is such a temptation&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn’t get burned&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck was I thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so embarrasing&lt;br /&gt;I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm running out of places to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2005 - Batten The Hatches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116872560031134222?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116872560031134222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116872560031134222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116872560031134222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116872560031134222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/jenny-owen-youngs-fuck-was-i.html' title='Jenny Owen Youngs - Fuck Was I'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116855670326025633</id><published>2007-01-11T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:31:52.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shania Twain'/><title type='text'>Shania Twain - She's Not Just A Pretty Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/629971/Shania%20Twain%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/734453/Shania%20Twain%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/57695/-s-Not-Just-A-Pretty-Face-mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's Not Just A Pretty Face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hosts a T.V. show, she rides the rodeo&lt;br /&gt;She plays the bass in a band&lt;br /&gt;She's an astronaut, a valet at the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;A farmer working the land&lt;br /&gt;She is a champion, she gets the gold&lt;br /&gt;She's a ballerina, the star of the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not just a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;She's got everything it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a fashion line, a journalist for Time&lt;br /&gt;Coaches a football team&lt;br /&gt;She's a geologist, a romance novelist&lt;br /&gt;She is a mother of three&lt;br /&gt;She is a soldier, she is a wife&lt;br /&gt;She is a surgeon, she'll save your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not just a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;She's got everything it takes&lt;br /&gt;She's mother of the human race&lt;br /&gt;She's not just a pretty face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is your waitress, she is your judge&lt;br /&gt;She is your teacher, she is every woman in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She flies an airplane, she drives a subway train&lt;br /&gt;At night she pumps gasoline&lt;br /&gt;She's on the council, she's on the board&lt;br /&gt;She's a politician, she praises the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not just a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;She's got everything it takes&lt;br /&gt;She's mother of the human race&lt;br /&gt;She's not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she's not just a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;She's got everything it takes&lt;br /&gt;She's not just a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;She's got everything it takes&lt;br /&gt;She's not just a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2002)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/923207/Shania%20Twain%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/937325/Shania%20Twain%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1993 – Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;1995 – The Woman In Me&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Come On Over&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Up!&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/29535260-116855670326025633?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116855670326025633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116855670326025633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116855670326025633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116855670326025633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/shania-twain-shes-not-just-pretty-face.html' title='Shania Twain - She&apos;s Not Just A Pretty Face'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116820880383934094</id><published>2007-01-07T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:32:09.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankie Laine'/><title type='text'>Frankie Laine - Rawhide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/366733/Frankie%20Laine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/31873/Frankie%20Laine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frankie Laine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/OUG01M2V/09_Rawhide.wma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rawhide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rollin', rollin', rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Rollin', rollin', rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Rollin', rollin', rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Rollin', rollin', rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Rawhide!&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Hah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Though the streams are swollen&lt;br /&gt;Keep them dogies rollin', rawhide&lt;br /&gt;Through rain and wind and weather&lt;br /&gt;Hell bent for leather&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' my gal was by my side&lt;br /&gt;All the things I'm missin'&lt;br /&gt;Good vittles, love, and kissin'&lt;br /&gt;Are waiting at the end of my ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Move 'em out, head 'em up&lt;br /&gt;Head 'em up, move 'em on&lt;br /&gt;Move 'em out, head 'em up&lt;br /&gt;Rawhide&lt;br /&gt;Cut 'em out, ride 'em in&lt;br /&gt;Ride 'em in, cut 'em out&lt;br /&gt;Cut 'em out, ride 'em in&lt;br /&gt;Rawhide!&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Hah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Keep movin', movin', movin'&lt;br /&gt;Though they're disapprovin'&lt;br /&gt;Keep them dogies movin', rawhide&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to understand 'em&lt;br /&gt;Just rope an' throw an' brand 'em&lt;br /&gt;Soon we'll be living high and wide&lt;br /&gt;My heart's calculatin'&lt;br /&gt;My true love will be waitin'&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' at the end of my ride &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollin', rollin', rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Rollin', rollin', rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Rollin', rollin', rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Rollin', rollin', rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Rawhide&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Rawhide!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(1959)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116820880383934094?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116820880383934094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116820880383934094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116820880383934094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116820880383934094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/frankie-laine-rawhide.html' title='Frankie Laine - Rawhide'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116812104430274419</id><published>2007-01-06T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:32:34.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonya Hunter'/><title type='text'>Sonya Hunter - Expecting To Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/336475/Sonya%20Hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/571569/Sonya%20Hunter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonya Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/1N71ARAC/Sonya_Hunter___Expecting_To_Fly__1999_.wma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expecting To Fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There you stood on the edge of your feather&lt;br /&gt;Expecting to fly&lt;br /&gt;While I laughed, I wondered whether&lt;br /&gt;I could wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' that you'd gone&lt;br /&gt;By the summer it was healing&lt;br /&gt;We had said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All the years we'd spent with feeling&lt;br /&gt;Ended with a cry&lt;br /&gt;Babe, ended with a cry&lt;br /&gt;Babe, ended with a cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to stand&lt;br /&gt;But I stumbled and fell to the ground&lt;br /&gt;So hard to laugh as I fumbled&lt;br /&gt;And reached for the love I found&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' it was gone&lt;br /&gt;If I ever lived without you&lt;br /&gt;Now you know I'd die&lt;br /&gt;If I ever said I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Now you know I'd try&lt;br /&gt;Babe, now you know I'd try&lt;br /&gt;Babe, now you know I'd try&lt;br /&gt;Babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(1999)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/125018/Sonya%20Hunter%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/854718/Sonya%20Hunter%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1992 - Favorite Short Stories&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Geography&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Peasant Pie&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Finders, Keepers&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Headlights &amp;amp; Other Constellations&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Sun In Mind&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/29535260-116812104430274419?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116812104430274419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116812104430274419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116812104430274419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116812104430274419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/sonya-hunter-expecting-to-fly.html' title='Sonya Hunter - Expecting To Fly'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116786040613627962</id><published>2007-01-03T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:32:51.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixie Chicks'/><title type='text'>Dixie Chicks - I Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/363471/Dixie%20Chicks%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/849083/Dixie%20Chicks%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/NO7TFBWF/14.I_Hope.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not kill&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing&lt;br /&gt;And that it's God's will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause our children are watching us&lt;br /&gt;They put their trust in us&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna be like us&lt;br /&gt;So let's learn from our history&lt;br /&gt;And do it differently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I hope, for more love, more joy and laughter&lt;br /&gt;I hope, we'll have more than we'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;I hope, we'll have more happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;I hope, we can all live more fearlessly&lt;br /&gt;And we can lose all the pain and misery&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Rosie, her man he gets too rough&lt;br /&gt;All she can say is he's a good man&lt;br /&gt;He don't mean no harm&lt;br /&gt;He was just brought up that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But our children are watching us&lt;br /&gt;They put their trust in us&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna be like us&lt;br /&gt;It's okay for us to disagree&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out lovingly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There must be a way to change what's going on&lt;br /&gt;No I don't have all the answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope&lt;br /&gt;I hope&lt;br /&gt;I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2006) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116786040613627962?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116786040613627962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116786040613627962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116786040613627962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116786040613627962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/dixie-chicks-i-hope.html' title='Dixie Chicks - I Hope'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116717791599429434</id><published>2006-12-26T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:33:10.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edie Brickell'/><title type='text'>Edie Brickell - What I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/191673/Edie%20Brickell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/222502/Edie%20Brickell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edie Brickell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filespin.net/453149"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I Am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not aware of too many things&lt;br /&gt;I know what I know, if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box&lt;br /&gt;Religion is the smile on a dog&lt;br /&gt;I'm not aware of too many things&lt;br /&gt;I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Choke me in the shallow waters&lt;br /&gt;Before I get too deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you what you are or what?&lt;br /&gt;What I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you what you are or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not aware of too many things&lt;br /&gt;I know what I know, if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks&lt;br /&gt;Religion is a light in the fog&lt;br /&gt;I'm not aware of too many things&lt;br /&gt;I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choke me in the shallow water&lt;br /&gt;Before I get too deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you what you are or what?&lt;br /&gt;What I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you what you are or what?&lt;br /&gt;What I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you what you are or what you are and&lt;br /&gt;What I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you what you are or what? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Choke me in the shallow water&lt;br /&gt;Before I get too deep&lt;br /&gt;Choke me in the shallow water&lt;br /&gt;Before I get too deep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't let me get too deep&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me get too deep&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me get too deep&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me get too deep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you what you are or what?&lt;br /&gt;What I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you what you are or what?&lt;br /&gt;What I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you what you are or what you are and&lt;br /&gt;What I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you what you are or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1988)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1988 - Shooting Rubberbands At The Stars&lt;br /&gt;1990 - Ghost Of A Dog&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Picture Perfect Morning&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Volcano&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Stranger Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116717791599429434?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116717791599429434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116717791599429434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116717791599429434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116717791599429434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/edie-brickell-what-i-am.html' title='Edie Brickell - What I Am'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116699781163518573</id><published>2006-12-24T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:33:28.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lambchop'/><title type='text'>Lambchop - The Book I Haven't Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/420932/Lambchop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/258711/Lambchop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lambchop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filespin.net/528188"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Book I Haven't Read&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The crickets cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Here comes your girl&lt;br /&gt;The showers fall tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's a rainy world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The shivers on the spine&lt;br /&gt;Could be what we had in mind&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the times we said&lt;br /&gt;We could be we should be in love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a windy porch tonight&lt;br /&gt;Here comes your girl&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the dull porch light&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts will curl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Past the women and the men&lt;br /&gt;To where the story ends&lt;br /&gt;The voice from up above says&lt;br /&gt;We could be we should be in love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My disgusting habits end&lt;br /&gt;It's a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;Neither real nor pretend&lt;br /&gt;And there's your girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes fall from my head&lt;br /&gt;With all the pages read&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad you said&lt;br /&gt;We could be we should be in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1994 – I Hope You’re Sitting Down/Jack’s Tulips&lt;br /&gt;1996 – How I Quit Smoking&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Thriller&lt;br /&gt;1998 – What Another Man Spills&lt;br /&gt;2000 – Nixon&lt;br /&gt;2001 – Tools In The Dryer&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Is A Woman&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Aw Cmon&lt;br /&gt;2004 - No You Cmon&lt;br /&gt;2006 – The Decline Of Country And Western Civilization, Part 2&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Damaged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116699781163518573?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116699781163518573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116699781163518573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116699781163518573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116699781163518573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/lambchop-book-i-havent-read.html' title='Lambchop - The Book I Haven&apos;t Read'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116691095727889622</id><published>2006-12-23T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:33:47.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinky Friedman'/><title type='text'>Kinky Friedman - Asshole From El Paso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/203723/Kinky%20Friedman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/553723/Kinky%20Friedman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinky Friedman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/DJK46DWA/Kinky_Friedman___Asshole_From_El_Paso.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asshole From El Paso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We don't have no lovin's in El Paso&lt;br /&gt;We don't go to porno picture shows&lt;br /&gt;We don't swap our wives with our neighbors&lt;br /&gt;And we keep our kids away from Mexico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud to be an asshole from El Paso&lt;br /&gt;A place where sweet young virgins are deflowered&lt;br /&gt;You walk down the street knee-deep in tacos, ta-ta-ta-tacos&lt;br /&gt;And the wetbacks still get twenty cents an hour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We don't wipe our asses on Old Glory&lt;br /&gt;God and Lone Star beer are things we trust&lt;br /&gt;We keep our women virgins till they're married&lt;br /&gt;So hosin' sheep is good enough for us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(1992)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1973 – Sold American&lt;br /&gt;1974 – Kinky Friedman&lt;br /&gt;1976 – Lasso From El Paso&lt;br /&gt;1983 – Under The Double Ego&lt;br /&gt;1992 – Old Testaments &amp;amp; New Revelations&lt;br /&gt;1995 – From One Good American To Another&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Classic Snatches From Europe&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Mayhem Aforethought&lt;br /&gt;2005 – They Ain’t Makin’ Jews Like Jesus Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116691095727889622?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116691095727889622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116691095727889622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116691095727889622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116691095727889622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/kinky-friedman-asshole-from-el-paso.html' title='Kinky Friedman - Asshole From El Paso'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116682472440695007</id><published>2006-12-22T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:34:09.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott McKenzie'/><title type='text'>Scott McKenzie - San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/882695/small_bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/370538/small_bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott McKenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/ENRJJ64Y/Scott_McKenzie___San_Francisco__Be_Sure_To_Wear_Some_Flowers_In_Your_Hair__1967_.wma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're going to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna meet some gentle people there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those who come to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Summertime will be a love-in there&lt;br /&gt;In the streets of San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Gentle people with flowers in their hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All across the nation such a strange vibration&lt;br /&gt;People in motion&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole generation with a new explanation&lt;br /&gt;People in motion, people in motion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those who come to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;If you come to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Summertime will be a love-in there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you come to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Summertime will be a love-in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1967)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1967 - Voice Of Scott McKenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116682472440695007?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116682472440695007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116682472440695007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116682472440695007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116682472440695007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/scott-mckenzie-san-francisco.html' title='Scott McKenzie - San Francisco'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116622151244653504</id><published>2006-12-15T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:34:28.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Turley'/><title type='text'>Joe Turley - You Make Me Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/967102/Joe%20Turley%20and%20band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/407007/Joe%20Turley%20and%20band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe Turley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filespin.net/651111"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Make Me Believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feast for the eyes you glorious creature&lt;br /&gt;But it’s your heart, your greatest feature&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe in God&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe in God&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you move is a revelation&lt;br /&gt;It’s got to be divine inspiration&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe in God&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe in God&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about miracles, you’re all the proof I need&lt;br /&gt;Your love is spiritual…makes me want to get down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to get down, down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' about you, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here you are in all of your splendor&lt;br /&gt;Kissing me with lips warm and tender&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe in God&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe in God&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe, I believe, I believe&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe in God&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe in God&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2006, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scheduled for release soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2000 - When The Jitterbug Bites&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Over The Horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116622151244653504?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116622151244653504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116622151244653504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116622151244653504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116622151244653504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/joe-turley-you-make-me-believe.html' title='Joe Turley - You Make Me Believe'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116614423689510666</id><published>2006-12-14T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:34:45.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixie Chicks'/><title type='text'>Dixie Chicks - Lubbock Or Leave It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/479561/Dixie%20Chicks%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/713612/Dixie%20Chicks%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/R1FT8DZY/07.Lubbock_Or_Leave_It.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lubbock Or Leave It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dust bowl, Bible belt, got more churches than trees&lt;br /&gt;Raise me, praise me, couldn't save me, couldn't keep me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, rave on down loop 289&lt;br /&gt;That'll be the day you see me back in this fool's paradise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Temptation's strong (Salvation's gone)&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way to hell's half acre&lt;br /&gt;How will I ever&lt;br /&gt;How will I ever&lt;br /&gt;Get to heaven now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throwing stones from the top of your rock thinking no one can see&lt;br /&gt;The secrets you hide behind your southern hospitality&lt;br /&gt;On the strip the kids get lit so they can have a real good time&lt;br /&gt;Come Sunday they can just take their pick from the crucifix skyline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;International airport a quarter after nine&lt;br /&gt;Paris Texas, Athens Georgia's not what I had in mind&lt;br /&gt;As I'm getting out I laugh to myself 'cause this is the only place&lt;br /&gt;Where as you're getting on the plane you see Buddy Holly's face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hear they hate me now just like they hated you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I'm dead and gone I'm gonna get a statue too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/608023/Dixie%20Chicks%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/955644/Dixie%20Chicks%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1990 – Thanks Heavens For Dale Evans&lt;br /&gt;1992 – Little Ol’ Cowgirl&lt;br /&gt;1993 – Shouldn’t A Told You That&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Wide Open Spaces&lt;br /&gt;1999 – Fly&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Home&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Top Of The World Tour: Live&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Taking The Long Way&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/29535260-116614423689510666?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116614423689510666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116614423689510666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116614423689510666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116614423689510666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/dixie-chicks-lubbock-or-leave-it.html' title='Dixie Chicks - Lubbock Or Leave It'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116605382933741723</id><published>2006-12-13T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:35:12.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Cutler'/><title type='text'>Mark Cutler - Wrecking Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/381685/Mark%20Cutler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/936585/Mark%20Cutler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Cutler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/PCVDRBP2/Mark_Cutler___Wrecking_Ball__2000_.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrecking Ball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here comes the wrecking ball&lt;br /&gt;All the bums running down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;The emperor would shout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When empires fade away&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;The wrecking ball's about to fall&lt;br /&gt;So get out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to go, so take it slow&lt;br /&gt;This mustn't be the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so their paths did part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New adventures were bound to start&lt;br /&gt;From coast to coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;To your legend I give a toast&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out of here&lt;br /&gt;Some things you don't get near&lt;br /&gt;So get out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time passes slow, it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;That was a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so their paths did part&lt;br /&gt;They both lost some of their beating hearts&lt;br /&gt;And if I stumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't my choice to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;You learn to do without&lt;br /&gt;So get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2000)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1995 - Gasboy&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Skylolo&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Mark Cutler &amp;amp; Lexington 1-2-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116605382933741723?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116605382933741723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116605382933741723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116605382933741723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116605382933741723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/mark-cutler-wrecking-ball.html' title='Mark Cutler - Wrecking Ball'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116596614498990274</id><published>2006-12-12T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:35:30.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairport Convention'/><title type='text'>Fairport Convention - Who Knows Where The Time Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/817720/Sandy%20Denny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/280048/Sandy%20Denny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandy Denny (1947-1978). In loving memory.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fairport Convention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/PZR0AW62/06.Who_Knows_Where_The_Time_Goes.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Knows Where The Time Goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving&lt;br /&gt;But how can they know it's time for them to go?&lt;br /&gt;Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I have no thought of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For who knows where the time goes?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where the time goes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go&lt;br /&gt;But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving&lt;br /&gt;I do not count the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For who knows where the time goes?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where the time goes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am not alone while my love is near me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it will be so until it's time to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no fear of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For who knows how my love grows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And who knows where the time goes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1969)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1968 - Fairport Convention&lt;br /&gt;1969 - What We Did On Our Holidays&lt;br /&gt;1969 - Unhalfbricking&lt;br /&gt;1969 - Liege &amp; Lief&lt;br /&gt;1970 - Full House&lt;br /&gt;1971 - Angel Delight&lt;br /&gt;1971 - Babbacombe Lee&lt;br /&gt;1973 - Rosie&lt;br /&gt;1973 - Nine&lt;br /&gt;1974 - Live Convention&lt;br /&gt;1975 - Rising For The Moon&lt;br /&gt;1976 - Gottle O Geer&lt;br /&gt;1977 - Live At The L.A.Troubadour&lt;br /&gt;1977 - The Bonny Bunch Of Roses&lt;br /&gt;1978 - Tipplers Tales&lt;br /&gt;1979 - Farewell, Farewell&lt;br /&gt;1982 - Moat On The Ledge&lt;br /&gt;1985 - Gladys' Leap&lt;br /&gt;1986 - House Full&lt;br /&gt;1986 - Expletive Delighted!&lt;br /&gt;1987 - Heyday - BBC Radio Sessions 1968-69&lt;br /&gt;1987 - In Real Time&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Red &amp;amp; Gold&lt;br /&gt;1990 - The Five Seasons&lt;br /&gt;1992 - 25th Anniversary Concert&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Jewel In The Crown&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Old New Borrowed Blue&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Who Knows Where The Time Goes?&lt;br /&gt;1998 - The Cropredy Box&lt;br /&gt;1999 - The Wood &amp;amp; The Wire&lt;br /&gt;2001 - XXXV&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Over The Next Hill&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Off The Desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116596614498990274?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116596614498990274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116596614498990274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116596614498990274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116596614498990274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/fairport-convention-who-knows-where.html' title='Fairport Convention - Who Knows Where The Time Goes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116587871752141723</id><published>2006-12-11T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:35:46.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bif Naked'/><title type='text'>Bif Naked - Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/30605/Bif%20Naked%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/335517/Bif%20Naked%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bif Naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/QNS6B05E/Bif_Naked___Lucky.wma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a monday when my lover told me&lt;br /&gt;"Never pay the reaper with love only"&lt;br /&gt;What could I say to you except "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;And "I'd give my life for yours" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I know we are...we are the lucky ones&lt;br /&gt;I know we are...we are the lucky ones&lt;br /&gt;I know we are...we are the lucky ones, dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the time we made love in the roses?&lt;br /&gt;And you took my picture in all sorts of poses!&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever get over you&lt;br /&gt;When I'd give my life for yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear, it's time to say thank God for you&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you in each and every single way&lt;br /&gt;And I know...I know...I know...I know...&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let you know, time to let you know&lt;br /&gt;Time to let you know, time to sit here and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1998) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/360293/Bif%20Naked%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/348734/Bif%20Naked%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beth Torbert aka Bif Naked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1995 – Bif Naked&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Okenspay Ordway I&lt;br /&gt;1998 – I Bificus&lt;br /&gt;2001 – Purge&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Superbeautifulmonster&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/29535260-116587871752141723?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116587871752141723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116587871752141723' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116587871752141723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116587871752141723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/bif-naked-lucky.html' title='Bif Naked - Lucky'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116578676561925838</id><published>2006-12-10T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:36:12.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Altan'/><title type='text'>Altan - Daily Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/782657/Altan%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/248114/Altan%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Altan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filespin.net/956428"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daily Growing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The trees, they grow high, and the leaves, they do grow green&lt;br /&gt;Many is the time my true love I've seen&lt;br /&gt;Many an hour I watched him all alone&lt;br /&gt;He's young but he's daily growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong&lt;br /&gt;You have married me to a boy who is too young&lt;br /&gt;I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen&lt;br /&gt;He's young but he's daily growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong&lt;br /&gt;I have married you to a great lord's son&lt;br /&gt;And he will be a man for you when I am dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;He's young but he's daily growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father, dear father, if you see fit&lt;br /&gt;We'll send him to college for another year yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll tie a blue ribbon all around his head&lt;br /&gt;To let the maidens know that he is married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day I was looking over my father's castle wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spied all the boys playing with a ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my own true love, he was the flower of them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's young but he's daily growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They went into a hayfield for to have some sport and play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what they did there she never would declare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she never more complained of his growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the age of fourteen he was a married man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the age of fifteen, the father of my son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the age of sixteen, his grave, it was green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And death had put an end to his growing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll buy my love some flannel, I'll make my love a shroud&lt;br /&gt;And every stitch I put in it, the tears, they'll pour down&lt;br /&gt;And every stitch I put in it, how the tears, they will flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cruel fate has put an end to his growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2002)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/55967/Altan%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/722718/Altan%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1987 - Altan&lt;br /&gt;1989 - Horse With A Heart&lt;br /&gt;1990 - The Red Crow&lt;br /&gt;1991 - Harvest Storm&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Island Angel&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Blackwater&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Runaway Sunday&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Another Sky&lt;br /&gt;2002 - The Blue Idol&lt;br /&gt;2005 - The Local Ground&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/29535260-116578676561925838?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116578676561925838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116578676561925838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116578676561925838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116578676561925838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/altan-daily-growing.html' title='Altan - Daily Growing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116569901237241246</id><published>2006-12-09T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:36:39.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smash Mouth'/><title type='text'>Smash Mouth - Hey L.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/30321/Smash%20Mouth%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/216408/Smash%20Mouth%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smash Mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/VKMTLV0Y/Smash_Mouth___Hey_L.A..mp3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey L.A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's an automatic teller machine in the emergency room&lt;br /&gt;There's a meter maid she arrives by broom&lt;br /&gt;There's a bear in the air with a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;And a big brown coat to keep you warm at night&lt;br /&gt;There's a money tree and the ladder leans up against the trunk&lt;br /&gt;But the steps are greased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Hey L.A.&lt;br /&gt;Where you from&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone now&lt;br /&gt;Well it looks like someone's spaceship crashed&lt;br /&gt;In Babylon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a plastic man with a plastic knife&lt;br /&gt;In a rubber hand at a drastic price&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss this show you will be amazed&lt;br /&gt;You're a shining star, a needle in the haze&lt;br /&gt;There's a man upstairs with the fire below&lt;br /&gt;There's the elevator and away you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a smooth operator&lt;br /&gt;There's a famous Governator&lt;br /&gt;Everybody walks in L.A.&lt;br /&gt;On a backward escalator&lt;br /&gt;It's a soul terminator&lt;br /&gt;It's a sea of alligators&lt;br /&gt;On each and every corner&lt;br /&gt;There's a broken hearted waiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/719163/Smash%20Mouth%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/738258/Smash%20Mouth%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1997 – Fush Yu Mang&lt;br /&gt;1999 – Astro Lounge&lt;br /&gt;2001 – Smash Mouth&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Get The Picture?&lt;br /&gt;2005 – The Gift Of Rock&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Summer Girl&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/29535260-116569901237241246?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116569901237241246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116569901237241246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116569901237241246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116569901237241246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/smash-mouth-hey-la.html' title='Smash Mouth - Hey L.A.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116561755452016967</id><published>2006-12-08T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:37:00.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doris Day'/><title type='text'>Doris Day - Que sera sera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/592082/Doris%20Day%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/739263/Doris%20Day%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doris Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/it/files/TZHOEDIL/Doris_Day___Que_ser___ser____1956_.wma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sera sera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mother what will I be&lt;br /&gt;Will I be pretty, will I be rich&lt;br /&gt;Here's what she said to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Que sera sera,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be will be&lt;br /&gt;The future's not ours to see&lt;br /&gt;Que sera sera&lt;br /&gt;What will be will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I grew up and fell in love&lt;br /&gt;I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;Will we have rainbows, day after day&lt;br /&gt;Here's what my sweetheart said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I have children of my own&lt;br /&gt;They ask their mother what will I be&lt;br /&gt;Will I be handsome, will I be rich&lt;br /&gt;I tell them tenderly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1956) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/355754/Doris%20Day%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/87464/Doris%20Day%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1949 – You Are My Thrill&lt;br /&gt;1950 – Young Man With A Horn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1950 – Tea For Two&lt;br /&gt;1951 – Lullaby Of Broadway&lt;br /&gt;1951 – On Moonlight Bay&lt;br /&gt;1951 – I’ll See You In My Dreams&lt;br /&gt;1953 – By The Light Of The Silvery Moon&lt;br /&gt;1953 – Calamity Jane&lt;br /&gt;1954 – Young At Heart&lt;br /&gt;1955 – Love Me Or Leave Me&lt;br /&gt;1956 – Day By Day&lt;br /&gt;1957 – The Pajama Game&lt;br /&gt;1957 – Day By Night&lt;br /&gt;1958 – Horray For Hollywood vol1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;1959 – Cuttin’ Capers&lt;br /&gt;1960 – What Every Girl Should Know&lt;br /&gt;1960 – Show Time&lt;br /&gt;1961 – Bright &amp;amp; Shiny&lt;br /&gt;1961 – I Have Dreamed&lt;br /&gt;1962 – Duet&lt;br /&gt;1962 – You’ll Never Walk Alone&lt;br /&gt;1962 – Billy Rose’s Jumbo&lt;br /&gt;1963 – Annie Get Your Gun&lt;br /&gt;1963 – Love Him&lt;br /&gt;1964 – The Doris Day Chistmas Album&lt;br /&gt;1964 – With A Smile And A Song&lt;br /&gt;1965 – Latin For Lovers&lt;br /&gt;1965 – Sentimental Journey&lt;br /&gt;1994 – Love Album (recorded in 1967)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116561755452016967?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116561755452016967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116561755452016967' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116561755452016967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116561755452016967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/doris-day-que-sera-sera.html' title='Doris Day - Que sera sera'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116553532953079476</id><published>2006-12-07T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:37:20.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Led Zeppelin'/><title type='text'>Led Zeppelin - Going To California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/101394/Led%20Zeppelin%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/193778/Led%20Zeppelin%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=LLTA032O"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going To California&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent my days with a woman unkind&lt;br /&gt;Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine&lt;br /&gt;Made up my mind to make a new start&lt;br /&gt;Going To California with an aching in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone told me there's a girl out there&lt;br /&gt;With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my chances on a big jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Never let them tell you that they're all the same&lt;br /&gt;The sea was red and the sky was grey&lt;br /&gt;Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today&lt;br /&gt;The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake&lt;br /&gt;As the children of the sun began to awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems that the wrath of the Gods&lt;br /&gt;Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be sinking&lt;br /&gt;Throw me a line if I reach it in time&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you up there where the path&lt;br /&gt;Runs straight and high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find a queen without a king&lt;br /&gt;They say she plays guitar and cries and sings, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born&lt;br /&gt;Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1971)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/804556/Led%20Zeppelin%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/673178/Led%20Zeppelin%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1969 - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;1969 - II&lt;br /&gt;1970 - III&lt;br /&gt;1971 - IV&lt;br /&gt;1973 - Houses Of The Holy&lt;br /&gt;1975 - Physical Graffiti&lt;br /&gt;1976 - Presence&lt;br /&gt;1976 - The Song Remains The Same&lt;br /&gt;1979 - In Through The Out Door&lt;br /&gt;1982 - Coda&lt;br /&gt;1997 - BBC Sessions&lt;br /&gt;2003 - How The West Was Won&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/29535260-116553532953079476?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116553532953079476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116553532953079476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116553532953079476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116553532953079476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/led-zeppelin-going-to-california.html' title='Led Zeppelin - Going To California'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116541074297937996</id><published>2006-12-06T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:37:42.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou Ann Barton'/><title type='text'>Lou Ann Barton - Te Ni Nee Ni Nu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/507088/Lou%20Ann%20Barton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/164219/Lou%20Ann%20Barton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lou Ann Barton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=LJ3X2W4E"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te Ni Nee Ni Nu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, to be my te ni nee ni nu&lt;br /&gt;I want you, to be my te ni nee ni nu&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth, are you my te ni nee ni nu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now will you love when you love me&lt;br /&gt;Will you squeeze me, come on don't tease me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth, are you my te ni nee ni nu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, you show your show,&lt;br /&gt;walk the dog boog-a-loo, you got to go&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s watchin' you, you lookin' good baby, and that’s the truth&lt;br /&gt;Now when you're through, come be my te ni nee ni nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1999)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/832038/Lou%20Ann%20Barton%20with%20Jimmie%20Vaughan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/286199/Lou%20Ann%20Barton%20with%20Jimmie%20Vaughan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lou Ann Barton with Jimmie Vaughan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1982 – Old Enough&lt;br /&gt;1986 – Forbidden Tones&lt;br /&gt;1989– Read My Lips&lt;br /&gt;1990 – Dreams Come Through&lt;br /&gt;1999 – Sugar Coated Love&lt;br /&gt;2001 – The Thunderbroad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116541074297937996?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116541074297937996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116541074297937996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116541074297937996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116541074297937996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/lou-ann-barton-te-ni-nee-ni-nu.html' title='Lou Ann Barton - Te Ni Nee Ni Nu'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116536872273755675</id><published>2006-12-05T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:38:08.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vast'/><title type='text'>Vast - Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/250269/Vast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/667366/Vast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=SWRLHQPY"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to laugh, it's time to cry&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be what you need to be&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long 'til they are gone&lt;br /&gt;And we can be what we want to be&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run from everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything that holds me down&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to win, nothing to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm free, now I'm free, now I'm free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna run, I'm gonna win&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do what I need to do&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's time to be what I need to be&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be what I need to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to hold air in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Own the one thing you can't buy&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to win, nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be what I need to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna run from everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything that holds me down&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to win, nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be what I need to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/780118/Vast%20is%20Jon%20Crosby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/136979/Vast%20is%20Jon%20Crosby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jon Crosby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1998 – Visual Audio Sensory Theater&lt;br /&gt;2000 – Music For People&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Nude&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Turquoise &amp;amp; Crimson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116536872273755675?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116536872273755675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116536872273755675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116536872273755675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116536872273755675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/vast-free.html' title='Vast - Free'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116527221709533211</id><published>2006-12-04T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:38:35.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christina Rosenvinge'/><title type='text'>Christina Rosenvinge - 36</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/384838/Christina%20Rosenvinge%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/396089/Christina%20Rosenvinge%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christina Rosenvinge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=0X357EX3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;36&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And like any other monday&lt;br /&gt;Promise of discipline&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;There is always something new to fix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my windows are open&lt;br /&gt;But my closet's not clean&lt;br /&gt;Every winter seems shorter&lt;br /&gt;As I'm counting up to 36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the steps in the ballroom?&lt;br /&gt;I still doubt in between&lt;br /&gt;Always late to all the parties&lt;br /&gt;I had to learn some dirty tricks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm not getting wiser&lt;br /&gt;But I still fit in my jeans&lt;br /&gt;Time is building me a room&lt;br /&gt;That I still can't find at 36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's talking? Who listens?&lt;br /&gt;Who is turning off?&lt;br /&gt;Who's got it? Who missed it?&lt;br /&gt;Who's still in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday back to me hometown&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to conceil&lt;br /&gt;I will shake off my boots&lt;br /&gt;Say that I was never 36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2002)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/642842/Christina%20Rosenvinge%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/562610/Christina%20Rosenvinge%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1997 - Cerrado&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Flores raras&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Frozen Pool&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Foreign Land&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Continental 62&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/29535260-116527221709533211?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116527221709533211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116527221709533211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116527221709533211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116527221709533211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/christina-rosenvinge-36.html' title='Christina Rosenvinge - 36'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116518575210059328</id><published>2006-12-03T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:38:55.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan Jackson'/><title type='text'>Alan Jackson - Like Red On A Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/902857/Alan%20Jackson%20two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/44967/Alan%20Jackson%20two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alan Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=G8L63CV4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like Red On A Rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like red on a rose&lt;br /&gt;When your lips first smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;I was captured instantly&lt;br /&gt;To each his own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like blue in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The gaze of your willing eyes&lt;br /&gt;Touched something deep inside&lt;br /&gt;The truth be known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I love you like all little children love pennies&lt;br /&gt;And I love you ‘cause I know that I can’t do anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;You’re where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Like red on a rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I love you like all little children love pennies&lt;br /&gt;And I love you like good times of which I’ve known many&lt;br /&gt;And I love you ‘cause I know you give me a heart of my own&lt;br /&gt;You make my blood flow&lt;br /&gt;Like red on a rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/799634/Alan%20Jackson%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/56383/Alan%20Jackson%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1990 - Here In The Real World&lt;br /&gt;1991 - Don't Rock The Jukebox&lt;br /&gt;1992 - A Lot About Livin' (And A Little 'Bout Love)&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Honky Tonk Christmas&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Who I Am&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Everything I Love&lt;br /&gt;1998 - High Mileage&lt;br /&gt;1999 - Under The Influence&lt;br /&gt;2000 - When Somebody Loves You&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Drive&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Let It Be Christmas&lt;br /&gt;2004 - What I Do&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Precious Memories&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Like Red On A Rose&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/29535260-116518575210059328?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116518575210059328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116518575210059328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116518575210059328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116518575210059328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/alan-jackson-like-red-on-rose.html' title='Alan Jackson - Like Red On A Rose'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116506628095955683</id><published>2006-12-02T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:39:12.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan Tedeschi'/><title type='text'>Susan Tedeschi - Tired Of My Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/103824/Susan%20Tedeschi%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/735029/Susan%20Tedeschi%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan Tedeschi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=NN8VRMLT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired Of My Tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy, you better go back in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Try and find yourself a brand new life&lt;br /&gt;I love you but you're toying with me&lt;br /&gt;So if you can't change, go on, let me be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sick of your lies (sick of your lies)&lt;br /&gt;Tired of my tears (tired of my tears)&lt;br /&gt;Boy, if you want me, better tell it like it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, when a girl meets a boy she likes she starts to dream&lt;br /&gt;Before she knows it, she's caught buyin' his scheme&lt;br /&gt;Now, I used to believe every word you say&lt;br /&gt;But realize now, that was yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm with you, I lose control&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm offering you my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;You better take it now 'cause when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;I won't even answer my telephone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2005) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/237629/Susan%20Tedeschi%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/786150/Susan%20Tedeschi%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1997 – Better Days&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Just Won’t Burn&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Wait For Me&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Live From Austin TX&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Hope And Desire&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/29535260-116506628095955683?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116506628095955683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116506628095955683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116506628095955683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116506628095955683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/susan-tedeschi-tired-of-my-tears.html' title='Susan Tedeschi - Tired Of My Tears'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116498026445088726</id><published>2006-12-01T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:39:40.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vertical Horizon'/><title type='text'>Vertical Horizon - Best I Ever Had</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/598484/Vertical%20Horizon%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/695515/Vertical%20Horizon%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vertical Horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=Y9Z4B570"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you sailed away into a grey sky morning&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here to stay, love can be so boring&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's quite the same now,&lt;br /&gt;I just say your name now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you stole my world, now I'm just a phony&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the girl leaves me down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Send it in a letter&lt;br /&gt;make yourself feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it may take some time to patch me up inside&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take it so I run away and hide&lt;br /&gt;And I may find in time that you were always right&lt;br /&gt;You're always right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you sailed away into a grey sky morning&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here to stay, love can be so boring&lt;br /&gt;What was it you wanted&lt;br /&gt;could it be I'm haunted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;The best I ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1999)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/500860/Vertical%20Horizon%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/772814/Vertical%20Horizon%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1992 –There And Back Again&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Running On Ice&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Live Stages&lt;br /&gt;1999 – Everything You Want&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Go&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/29535260-116498026445088726?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116498026445088726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116498026445088726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116498026445088726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116498026445088726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/vertical-horizon-best-i-ever-had.html' title='Vertical Horizon - Best I Ever Had'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116493335665479431</id><published>2006-11-30T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:39:57.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Cantrell'/><title type='text'>Laura Cantrell - What You Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/473478/Laura%20Cantrell%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/93968/Laura%20Cantrell%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laura Cantrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=AQ7RZZL4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What You Said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;About change, about life&lt;br /&gt;It turned so strange, what you said&lt;br /&gt;It turned so strange, what you said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I see you and now I don't&lt;br /&gt;And now the word's caught in my throat&lt;br /&gt;I can't reply to what you said&lt;br /&gt;To what you said, what you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;The moon in the sky&lt;br /&gt;A perfect half, a perfect half&lt;br /&gt;As long as the moon's forever changing&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever loving you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you see me and now you don't&lt;br /&gt;And now the word's caught in my throat&lt;br /&gt;I can't reply to what you said&lt;br /&gt;To what you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/208078/Laura%20Cantrell%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/231875/Laura%20Cantrell%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 – Not The Tremblin’ Kind&lt;br /&gt;2002 – When The Roses Bloom Again&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Humming By The Flowered Vine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116493335665479431?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116493335665479431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116493335665479431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116493335665479431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116493335665479431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/laura-cantrell-what-you-said.html' title='Laura Cantrell - What You Said'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116480729257731871</id><published>2006-11-29T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:40:15.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Joplin'/><title type='text'>Josh Joplin - Camera One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/403847/Josh%20Joplin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/600610/Josh%20Joplin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh Joplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=DNP1KVUM"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camera One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sandy haired son of Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Lost his faith in all that's good&lt;br /&gt;Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock&lt;br /&gt;Hung his clothes on the shower rod&lt;br /&gt;But he never got undressed&lt;br /&gt;And no, he never made a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how life turns out&lt;br /&gt;The odds of faith in the face of doubt&lt;br /&gt;Camera One closes in&lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack starts, the scene begins&lt;br /&gt;You're playing you now, you're playing you now&lt;br /&gt;You're playing you now, you're playing you now&lt;br /&gt;You're playing you now&lt;br /&gt;Take a bow, take a bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The trophy wife from Palisades&lt;br /&gt;Whose yearbook beauty never fades&lt;br /&gt;Sits and watches the sea fold in&lt;br /&gt;And wonders what might have been&lt;br /&gt;If she could ever have the chance&lt;br /&gt;Would she do it all again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the corner by his streets&lt;br /&gt;He sits in his lawnchair in the heat&lt;br /&gt;Sightseers see what they want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're selling star-maps to the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sunny-haired son of Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Lost his faith in all that's good&lt;br /&gt;Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock&lt;br /&gt;Hung his clothes on the shower rod&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't get undressed&lt;br /&gt;And no, he didn't seem depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2000)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/103731/Josh%20Joplin%20Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/350630/Josh%20Joplin%20Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2000 - Useful Music&lt;br /&gt;2002 - The Future That Was&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Jaywalker&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/29535260-116480729257731871?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116480729257731871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116480729257731871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116480729257731871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116480729257731871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/josh-joplin-camera-one.html' title='Josh Joplin - Camera One'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116476348935640156</id><published>2006-11-28T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:40:39.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra McCracken'/><title type='text'>Sandra McCracken - Head Over Heel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/620535/Sandra%20McCracken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/948772/Sandra%20McCracken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandra McCracken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=HVAUJNQK"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head Over Heel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I paint by number, you paint with stars and signs&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I can’t explain how your melody comes alive&lt;br /&gt;You move me like a wheel&lt;br /&gt;Just one motion sends me reeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what it is in your invitation&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how you turn me inside out&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what it is you lift me off the ground&lt;br /&gt;Head over heel, head over heel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got the radio playing, my head is full of your words&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know a thing about you except what I have heard&lt;br /&gt;Oh you resonate like a shotgun&lt;br /&gt;Through my walls and rooms you are going gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the beginning there was sound&lt;br /&gt;Drink from the well that won’t run out&lt;br /&gt;And here I’m lost and found &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Through my walls you are going, going gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2006)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/803985/Sandra%20McCracken%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/169049/Sandra%20McCracken%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2000 - The Crucible&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Gypsy Flat Road&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Best Laid Plans&lt;br /&gt;2005 - The Builder And The Architect&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Gravity/Love&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/29535260-116476348935640156?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116476348935640156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116476348935640156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116476348935640156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116476348935640156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/sandra-mccracken-head-over-heel.html' title='Sandra McCracken - Head Over Heel'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116463169562708090</id><published>2006-11-27T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:41:00.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ani Di Franco'/><title type='text'>Ani Di Franco - Studying Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/814004/Ani%20Di%20Franco%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/663543/Ani%20Di%20Franco%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ani Di Franco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=6WMU1V2K"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Studying Stones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am out here studying stones&lt;br /&gt;Trying to learn to be less alive&lt;br /&gt;Using all of my will to keep very still&lt;br /&gt;Still even on the inside&lt;br /&gt;I've cut all of the pertinent wires&lt;br /&gt;So my eyes can't make that connection&lt;br /&gt;I am holding my breath, I am feigning my death&lt;br /&gt;When I'm looking in your direction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;'Course numb is an old hat&lt;br /&gt;Old as my oldest memories&lt;br /&gt;See that one's my mother&lt;br /&gt;And that one's my father&lt;br /&gt;And that one in the hat, that's me&lt;br /&gt;It's a skill I'd hoped to abandon&lt;br /&gt;When I got out on the open road&lt;br /&gt;But any more pent up emotion&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm gonna explode &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's never been an endeavor so strange&lt;br /&gt;As trying to slow the blood in my veins&lt;br /&gt;To keep my face blank as a stone that just sank&lt;br /&gt;Until not a ripple remains&lt;br /&gt;I am high above the tree line&lt;br /&gt;Sitting cross legged on the ground&lt;br /&gt;When all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'm gonna come down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/116874/Ani%20Di%20Franco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/998441/Ani%20Di%20Franco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1990 - Ani Di Franco&lt;br /&gt;1991 - Not So Soft&lt;br /&gt;1992 - Imperfectly&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Puddle Dive&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Like I Said: Songs 1990-1991&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Out Of Range&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Not A Pretty Girl&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Dilate&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Living In Clip&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Little Plastic Castle&lt;br /&gt;1999 - Up Up Up Up Up Up&lt;br /&gt;1999 - To The Teeth&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Revelling/Reckoning&lt;br /&gt;2002 - So Much Shouting, So Much Laughter&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Evolve&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Educated Guess&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Knuckle Down&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Reprieve&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/29535260-116463169562708090?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116463169562708090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116463169562708090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116463169562708090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116463169562708090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/ani-di-franco-studying-stones.html' title='Ani Di Franco - Studying Stones'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116449324207757350</id><published>2006-11-25T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:41:20.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dean Martin'/><title type='text'>Dean Martin - Rio Bravo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/974425/Rio%20Bravo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/82324/Rio%20Bravo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dean Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=ZU48ZQB7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rio Bravo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the river Rio Bravo&lt;br /&gt;I walk all alone&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder as I wander by the river&lt;br /&gt;Where my love has flown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the birds in the cottonwoods above her&lt;br /&gt;Know I love her, know I care&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams, like the songs she sang in Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Seem to vanish in the air&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I wonder as I wander&lt;br /&gt;Will love come along&lt;br /&gt;Must I live ever after&lt;br /&gt;By the memory of her song&lt;br /&gt;While the river Rio Bravo flows along&lt;br /&gt;( Rio Bravo, Rio Bravo)&lt;br /&gt;While the river Rio Bravo flows along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1959)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/441696/Dean%20Martin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/784610/Dean%20Martin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1953 – Dean Martin Sings&lt;br /&gt;1955 – Dean Martin&lt;br /&gt;1955 – Swingin’ Down Yonder&lt;br /&gt;1957 – Pretty Baby&lt;br /&gt;1959 – Sleep Warm&lt;br /&gt;1959 – A Winter Romance&lt;br /&gt;1960 – This Time I’m Swingin’!&lt;br /&gt;1961 – Dean Martin&lt;br /&gt;1962 – French Style&lt;br /&gt;1962 – Dino! Italian Love Songs&lt;br /&gt;1962 – Cha Cha de Amor&lt;br /&gt;1963 – Dean “Tex” Martin Rides Again&lt;br /&gt;1963 – Dino Latino&lt;br /&gt;1963 – Country Style&lt;br /&gt;1964 – The Door Is Still Open To My Heart&lt;br /&gt;1964 – Live At The Sands Hotel&lt;br /&gt;1964 – Everybody Loves Somebody&lt;br /&gt;1964 – Dream With Dean&lt;br /&gt;1965 – (Remember Me) I’m The One Who Loves You&lt;br /&gt;1965 - Houston&lt;br /&gt;1965 – Dean Martin Hits Again&lt;br /&gt;1965 – Holiday Cheer&lt;br /&gt;1966 – Songs From The Silencers&lt;br /&gt;1966 – Christmas Album&lt;br /&gt;1966 – The Dean Martin TV Show&lt;br /&gt;1966 – Somewhere There’s Someone&lt;br /&gt;1966 – The Hit Sound Of Dean Martin&lt;br /&gt;1967 – Happiness Is Dean Martin&lt;br /&gt;1967 – Welcome To My World&lt;br /&gt;1968 – Gentle On My Mind&lt;br /&gt;1969 – I Take A Lot Of Pride In What I Am&lt;br /&gt;1970 – My Woman, My Woman, My Wife&lt;br /&gt;1971 – For The Good Times&lt;br /&gt;1972 – Dino&lt;br /&gt;1973 – Sittin’ On Top Of The World&lt;br /&gt;1973 – You’re The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me&lt;br /&gt;1978 – Once In A While&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/29535260-116449324207757350?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116449324207757350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116449324207757350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116449324207757350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116449324207757350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/dean-martin-rio-bravo.html' title='Dean Martin - Rio Bravo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116441328454395279</id><published>2006-11-24T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:41:41.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natacha Atlas'/><title type='text'>Natacha Atlas - Mish Fadilak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/683214/Natacha%20Atlas%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/395218/Natacha%20Atlas%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natacha Atlas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=KEAH8DME"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mish Fadilak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya habibi ana mosh fadiya lak, wo la fadiya li l gharam&lt;br /&gt;hafdo badin a'gui lek, ana lly mak kallam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;khalina baid choway&lt;br /&gt;yemkin enssa l'assiya&lt;br /&gt;khalina, khalina, khalina&lt;br /&gt;yemkin enssa l'assiya&lt;br /&gt;denta lli amelta fiy, ya habibi kan ketir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya habibi ah ah&lt;br /&gt;ya habibi ah ah&lt;br /&gt;ya habibi ah ah ah ah ah aaah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;law geey tahayerni&lt;br /&gt;ibaad, ibaad any&lt;br /&gt;mosh aweza houbek!&lt;br /&gt;enssa hawak liya, dana chouft bianiya&lt;br /&gt;el ghadr min albek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;law law law geey tahayerni&lt;br /&gt;ibaad, ibaad any&lt;br /&gt;mosh aweza liya, dana chouft bianiya&lt;br /&gt;el ghadr min albek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;khalina baid choway&lt;br /&gt;yemkin enssa l'assiya&lt;br /&gt;khalina, khalina&lt;br /&gt;yemkin enssa l'assiya&lt;br /&gt;denta lli amelta fiy, ya habibi kan ketir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya habibi ah ah&lt;br /&gt;ya habibi ah ah&lt;br /&gt;ya habibi ah ah ah ah ah aaah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bilach tikadebni&lt;br /&gt;law marra sadani&lt;br /&gt;inta tahiit!&lt;br /&gt;sadani habibi, ya adri wo nassibi&lt;br /&gt;inta tnassiit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya habibi ah ah&lt;br /&gt;ya habibi ah ah&lt;br /&gt;ya habibi ah ah ah ah ah aah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2001)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/1600/756226/Natacha%20Atlas%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6631/1412/320/123247/Natacha%20Atlas%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1995 – Diaspora&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Halim&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Gedida&lt;br /&gt;2001 – Ayeshteni&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Foretold In The Language Of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Something Dangerous&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Mish Maoul&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/29535260-116441328454395279?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116441328454395279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116441328454395279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116441328454395279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116441328454395279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/natacha-atlas-mish-fadilak.html' title='Natacha Atlas - Mish Fadilak'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116423078223765897</id><published>2006-11-22T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:41:59.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freakwater'/><title type='text'>Freakwater - Good For Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Freakwater%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Freakwater%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freakwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=GQNDQ1PL"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good For Nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I've been good and I've been good for nothing&lt;br /&gt;I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;And the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of flowers&lt;br /&gt;Sown by the April showers and what they may or may not bring&lt;br /&gt;I always get lucky in the spring&lt;br /&gt;I have been good for nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loose lips are bound to sink ships&lt;br /&gt;And many times I've watched my own self drown&lt;br /&gt;Clinging fast to my lucidity&lt;br /&gt;Like a life raft that's slowly sinking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big drink and then another&lt;br /&gt;Pull my head down far beneath the waves&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm living like a mermaid decked in stolen jewels&lt;br /&gt;From the drowning men I've saved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black crows break and scatter wide&lt;br /&gt;The buckshot blast soaring out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Clouds of heat and dust that rise up from the ground&lt;br /&gt;On a slow and gasping flight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bound to think about my brother&lt;br /&gt;When August sucks the colors from the air&lt;br /&gt;And Kudzu vines make tangled monsters&lt;br /&gt;Of the trees where we first learned to play fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive and forget are words that never slid across my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Revenge like a fleeting Christmas morning I knew when I was young&lt;br /&gt;Put the toys back in their boxes&lt;br /&gt;Let me tear the ribbons off them just once more&lt;br /&gt;Inside my little box of bones a ray of light shines&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm slowly keeping score&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1999)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Freakwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Freakwater.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Catherine Irwin &amp;amp; Janet Bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1989 - Freakwater&lt;br /&gt;1991 – Dancing Under Water&lt;br /&gt;1993 – Feels Like The Third Time&lt;br /&gt;1995 – June 6, 1994&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Old Paint&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Springtime&lt;br /&gt;1999 – End Time&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Thinking Of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116423078223765897?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116423078223765897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116423078223765897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116423078223765897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116423078223765897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/freakwater-good-for-nothing.html' title='Freakwater - Good For Nothing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116397166187979206</id><published>2006-11-19T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:42:21.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boo Hewerdine'/><title type='text'>Boo Hewerdine - The Birds Are Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Sunset%20just%20outside%20San%20Diego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Sunset%20just%20outside%20San%20Diego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunset just outside San Diego&lt;br /&gt;(photo by Suzay Lamb)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boo Hewerdine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=WZ21O5UR"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Birds Are Leaving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spinning further from the sun&lt;br /&gt;Here's October in our lungs&lt;br /&gt;Come outside up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The birds are leaving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds of instinct fill the air&lt;br /&gt;And whatever brought us here&lt;br /&gt;Come next year will bring again&lt;br /&gt;The birds are leaving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that a lover's touch&lt;br /&gt;Is more than nature planting seeds&lt;br /&gt;Or what am I to believe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South of here the winter's kinder&lt;br /&gt;So they leave to find fair weather&lt;br /&gt;And how high our spirits rise&lt;br /&gt;On their returning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that a lover's touch&lt;br /&gt;Is more than nature passing genes&lt;br /&gt;Or what am I to believe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven knows why you're not happy&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows why I can't make you&lt;br /&gt;Look outside up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The birds are leaving&lt;br /&gt;The birds are leaving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1999)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Santa%20Cruz%2C%20the%20lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Santa%20Cruz%2C%20the%20lighthouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Santa Cruz, the lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;(photo by Suzay Lamb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1989 - Evidence&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Baptist Hospital&lt;br /&gt;1999 - Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Anon&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Harmonograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116397166187979206?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116397166187979206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116397166187979206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116397166187979206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116397166187979206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/boo-hewerdine-birds-are-leaving.html' title='Boo Hewerdine - The Birds Are Leaving'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116388451624672688</id><published>2006-11-18T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:42:39.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><title type='text'>Sundays - Wild Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Sundays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Sundays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sundays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=QL79OHOX"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wild Horses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Childhood living is easy to do&lt;br /&gt;The things that you wanted I bought them for you&lt;br /&gt;Graceless lady, you know who I am&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't let you slide through my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild horses couldn't drag me away&lt;br /&gt;Wild horses couldn't drag me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched you suffer a dull aching pain&lt;br /&gt;Now you decided to show me the same&lt;br /&gt;No sweeping exits or off-stage lines&lt;br /&gt;Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wild horses couldn't drag me away&lt;br /&gt;Wild horses couldn't drag me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie&lt;br /&gt;I have my freedom but I don't have much time&lt;br /&gt;Faith has been broken and tears must be cried&lt;br /&gt;Let's do some living after we die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wild horses couldn't drag me away&lt;br /&gt;Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday&lt;br /&gt;Wild, &lt;a href="http://lexiamberson.blogspot.com/2004/08/wild-horses.html"&gt;wild horses&lt;/a&gt;, we'll ride them someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1992)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Harriet%20Wheeler%20%28Sundays%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Harriet%20Wheeler%20%28Sundays%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Harriet Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1990 – Reading, Writing And Arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;1992 – Blind&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Static And Silence&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/29535260-116388451624672688?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116388451624672688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116388451624672688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116388451624672688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116388451624672688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/sundays-wild-horses.html' title='Sundays - Wild Horses'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116381169733879577</id><published>2006-11-17T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:42:58.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Penn'/><title type='text'>Michael Penn - Walter Reed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Michael%20Penn%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Penn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=WDA5AHT7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walter Reed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I count the cases piled up high&lt;br /&gt;For the 1:15.&lt;br /&gt;For platform and for passerby&lt;br /&gt;It's the same routine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ranting while I’m raving,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here worth saving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me now, what more do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Take me to Walter Reed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've lost the will for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Over everything.&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a few things I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;And make no mistake, I'm mad&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every good thing I've had&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I want to do is hide.&lt;br /&gt;It's graduation day&lt;br /&gt;And everything I learned inside&lt;br /&gt;Didn't seem to pay.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my fill of palm trees&lt;br /&gt;And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the walking wounded&lt;br /&gt;And I'd say it to your face&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find my place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;br /&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;br /&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Michael%20Penn%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Michael%20Penn%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Michael Penn in Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1989 – March&lt;br /&gt;1992 – Free-for-All&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Resigned&lt;br /&gt;2000 – MP4: Days Since A Lost Time Accident&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Mr.Hollywood jr., 1947&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116381169733879577?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116381169733879577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116381169733879577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116381169733879577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116381169733879577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/michael-penn-walter-reed.html' title='Michael Penn - Walter Reed'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116371466426320248</id><published>2006-11-16T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:43:17.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azure Ray'/><title type='text'>Azure Ray - If You Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Azure%20Ray%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Azure%20Ray%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azure Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=FLES93T7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If You Fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's talk and we'll fill the air&lt;br /&gt;With imagery that lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;So this is love, that's a lovely thought&lt;br /&gt;You have to care for it to keep it together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;If you fall will you get up&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck in a dream will you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And if you fell in love will you hold on to it&lt;br /&gt;And if it's cold will you stay warm&lt;br /&gt;You drift too far will you swim towards the shore&lt;br /&gt;And if you fell in love will you hold on to it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just sing and we'll fill the air&lt;br /&gt;With melodies that blend together&lt;br /&gt;You speak so sweet with words so delicate&lt;br /&gt;A glass I hope will never shatter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2003)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Azure%20Ray%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Azure%20Ray%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maria Taylor &amp; Orenda Fink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2001 – Azure Ray&lt;br /&gt;2002 – November (EP)&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Burn &amp;amp; Shiver&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Hold On Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116371466426320248?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116371466426320248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116371466426320248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116371466426320248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116371466426320248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/azure-ray-if-you-fall.html' title='Azure Ray - If You Fall'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116363204838205381</id><published>2006-11-15T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:43:39.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Shindell'/><title type='text'>Richard Shindell - Are You Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Richard%20Shindell%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Richard%20Shindell%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Shindell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=EEKJIUIB"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are You Happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You took the toaster when you went, you never paid your half the rent&lt;br /&gt;You took the spices from the rack but you don't have to put 'em back&lt;br /&gt;Cause in your haste on Halloween you left your camera on the bed&lt;br /&gt;Where we played roles in black and white you left a roll of black and white&lt;br /&gt;I set the timer thought of you put the lens up to my head&lt;br /&gt;I took a photograph for you, what comes out gray is really red&lt;br /&gt;So are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I smashed your pumpkin on the floor, the candle flickered at my feet&lt;br /&gt;As goblins flew across the room, the children peered into the room&lt;br /&gt;A cowboy shivered on the porch, Cinderella checked her watch&lt;br /&gt;A hobo waited in the street, an angel whispered trick or treat&lt;br /&gt;What was I supposed to do but to sit there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed to think that you would take the candy with you too&lt;br /&gt;So are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've sat all night and now it's dawn and I cannot believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's garbage strewn across the lawn where we once stared up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;And streams of paper fill the tree that hovered over you and me&lt;br /&gt;And shaving cream covers the car that we picked up in Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;And though I know it's hard to tell I hope that what's his name treats you well&lt;br /&gt;I still maintain that he's a bum but it's your money, have some fun&lt;br /&gt;So are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always asked why I had not written you a verse or two&lt;br /&gt;Since that's the one thing I regret I dedicate this one to you&lt;br /&gt;So are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2002)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Richard%20Shindell%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Richard%20Shindell%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1992 – Sparrows Point&lt;br /&gt;1994 – Blue Divide&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Reunion Hill&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Cry Cry Cry&lt;br /&gt;2000 – Somewhere Near Paterson&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Courier&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Vuelta&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/29535260-116363204838205381?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116363204838205381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116363204838205381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116363204838205381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116363204838205381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/richard-shindell-are-you-happy.html' title='Richard Shindell - Are You Happy?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116354561667568931</id><published>2006-11-14T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:44:03.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yo La Tengo'/><title type='text'>Yo La Tengo - Sugarcube</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Yo%20La%20Tengo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Yo%20La%20Tengo%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo La Tengo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=SZ1T70CG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sugarcube&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever you want from me, whatever you want I'll do&lt;br /&gt;Try to squeeze a drop of blood from a sugarcube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to be more assured, try to be more right there&lt;br /&gt;Try to be less uptight, try to be more aware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever you want from me, is what I want to do for you&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than a drop of blood from a sugarcube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And though I like to act the part of being tough&lt;br /&gt;I crumble like a sugarcube for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever you want from me, whatever you want I'll do&lt;br /&gt;I will try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Yo%20La%20Tengo%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Yo%20La%20Tengo%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1986 – Ride The Tiger&lt;br /&gt;1987 – New Wave Hot Dogs&lt;br /&gt;1989 – President Yo La Tengo&lt;br /&gt;1990 – Fakebook&lt;br /&gt;1992 – May I Sing With Me&lt;br /&gt;1993 – Painful&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Electr-O-Pura&lt;br /&gt;1996 – Genius + Love = Yo La Tengo&lt;br /&gt;1997 – I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One&lt;br /&gt;2000 – And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside-Out&lt;br /&gt;2002 – The Sounds Of The Sounds Of Science&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Summer Sun&lt;br /&gt;2006 – I Am Not Afraid Of You And I Will Beat Your Ass&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/29535260-116354561667568931?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116354561667568931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116354561667568931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116354561667568931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116354561667568931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/yo-la-tengo-sugarcube.html' title='Yo La Tengo - Sugarcube'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116337220659886523</id><published>2006-11-13T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:44:24.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathleen Edwards'/><title type='text'>Kathleen Edwards - In State</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Kathleen%20Edwards%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Kathleen%20Edwards%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathleen Edwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=LTYCZ9SU"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In State&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can spot your kind a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;Buckle down boots and a bloodshot gaze&lt;br /&gt;You talk so sweet until the going gets tough&lt;br /&gt;The last job you pulled was never big enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't say you'll change after the next time&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even be yourself if you weren't telling a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz I know where the cops hang out&lt;br /&gt;I know where you'll be found&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're all about&lt;br /&gt;I know when you're going down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You only call me honey when we're alone&lt;br /&gt;Hiding at your place up on slack road&lt;br /&gt;You've got an answer for every little thing&lt;br /&gt;You can't even tell me where you've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face couldn't make you leave it behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe 20 years in state will change your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know where the cops hang out&lt;br /&gt;I know where you'll be found&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're all about&lt;br /&gt;I know when you're going down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't say you'll change after the next time&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even be yourself if you weren't telling a lie&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 20 years in state will change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know where the cops hang out&lt;br /&gt;I know where you'll be found&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're all about&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never change now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know my love was good enough&lt;br /&gt;I know you would have shed my blood&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't shut me up&lt;br /&gt;I know when you're going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Kathleen%20Edwards%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Kathleen%20Edwards%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2003 - Failer&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Back To Me&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/29535260-116337220659886523?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116337220659886523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116337220659886523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116337220659886523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116337220659886523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/kathleen-edwards-in-state.html' title='Kathleen Edwards - In State'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116334012170615514</id><published>2006-11-12T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:44:43.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rolling Stones'/><title type='text'>Rolling Stones - Streets Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Rolling%20Stones%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Rolling%20Stones%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=4YNJVWD8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Streets Of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're awful bright, you're awful smart&lt;br /&gt;I must admit you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;The awful truth is really sad&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was awful bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While lovers laugh and music plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stumble by and I hide my pain&lt;br /&gt;The lamps are lit the moon is gone&lt;br /&gt;I think I've crossed the Rubicon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I, I, I, I, I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;Walked the streets of love&lt;br /&gt;And they're full of tears&lt;br /&gt;And I, I, I, I, I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;Walked the streets of love&lt;br /&gt;And they are full of fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While music pumps from passing cars&lt;br /&gt;A couple watched me from a bar&lt;br /&gt;A band just played the wedding march&lt;br /&gt;And the cornerstore mends broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;A woman asked me for a dance&lt;br /&gt;Oh, It's free of charge just one more chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I, I, I, I, I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;Walked the streets of love&lt;br /&gt;And they are full of tears&lt;br /&gt;And I, I, I, I, I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;Walked the streets of love&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked the streets of love&lt;br /&gt;And they’re drenched with tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You had the moves, you had the cards&lt;br /&gt;I must admit you were awful smart&lt;br /&gt;The awful truth is awful sad&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was awful bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I, I, I, I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;I walked the streets of love&lt;br /&gt;And they're drenched with tears&lt;br /&gt;And I, I, I, I, I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;Walked the streets of love&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Rolling%20Stones%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Rolling%20Stones%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1964 – The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;1964 – 12x5&lt;br /&gt;1965 – Rolling Stones No.2&lt;br /&gt;1965 – Now!&lt;br /&gt;1965 – Out Of Our Heads&lt;br /&gt;1965 – December’s Children (And Everybody’s)&lt;br /&gt;1966 – Aftermath&lt;br /&gt;1966 – Got Live If You Want It!&lt;br /&gt;1967 – Between The Buttons&lt;br /&gt;1967 – Flowers&lt;br /&gt;1967 – Their Satanic Majesties Request&lt;br /&gt;1968 – Beggars Banquet&lt;br /&gt;1969 – Let It Bleed&lt;br /&gt;1970 – Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out!&lt;br /&gt;1971 – Sticky Fingers&lt;br /&gt;1972 – Exile On Main Street&lt;br /&gt;1973 – Goats Head Soup&lt;br /&gt;1974 – It’s Only Rock ‘n Roll&lt;br /&gt;1975 – Black And Blue&lt;br /&gt;1977 – Love You Live&lt;br /&gt;1978 – Some Girls&lt;br /&gt;1980 – Emotional Rescue&lt;br /&gt;1981 – Tattoo You&lt;br /&gt;1982 – Still Life&lt;br /&gt;1983 – Undercover&lt;br /&gt;1986 – Dirty Work&lt;br /&gt;1989 – Steel Wheels&lt;br /&gt;1991 – Flashpoint&lt;br /&gt;1994 – Voodoo Lounge&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Stripped&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Bridges To Babylon&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Live Licks&lt;br /&gt;2005 – A Bigger Bang&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/29535260-116334012170615514?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116334012170615514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116334012170615514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116334012170615514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116334012170615514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/rolling-stones-streets-of-love.html' title='Rolling Stones - Streets Of Love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116324819519374459</id><published>2006-11-11T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:45:02.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosanne Cash'/><title type='text'>Rosanne Cash - Dance With The Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Rosanne%20Cash%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Rosanne%20Cash%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosanne Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=37U36QRY"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance With The Tiger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In every woman and man lies the seed of the fear&lt;br /&gt;Of just how alone are all who live here&lt;br /&gt;Denying the fear is the name of the game&lt;br /&gt;To stare at the fear is going insane&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving the fear is one up on Cane&lt;br /&gt;Is to dance with the tiger&lt;br /&gt;And laugh at the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me your life, I have one of my own&lt;br /&gt;It was a brilliant idea inventing the home&lt;br /&gt;Creatures of habit, American fools&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for stars while we're standing on stools&lt;br /&gt;Letting it go is jumping the train&lt;br /&gt;Is to dance with the tiger&lt;br /&gt;Letting it go though we won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Is to dance with the tiger&lt;br /&gt;Letting it go is the name of the game&lt;br /&gt;Is to dance with the tiger&lt;br /&gt;And laugh at the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1990)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Rosanne%20Cash%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Rosanne%20Cash%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1978 – Rosanne Cash&lt;br /&gt;1979 – Right Or Wrong&lt;br /&gt;1981 – Seven Year Ache&lt;br /&gt;1982 – Somewhere In The Stars&lt;br /&gt;1985 – Rhythm &amp;amp; Romance&lt;br /&gt;1987 – King’s Record Shop&lt;br /&gt;1990 – Interiors&lt;br /&gt;1993 – The Wheel&lt;br /&gt;1996 – 10 Song Demo&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Rules Of Travel&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Black Cadillac&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/29535260-116324819519374459?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116324819519374459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116324819519374459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116324819519374459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116324819519374459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/rosanne-cash-dance-with-tiger.html' title='Rosanne Cash - Dance With The Tiger'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116316272419047395</id><published>2006-11-10T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:45:29.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Young'/><title type='text'>Pearl Jam &amp; Neil Young - I Got Id</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Pearl%20Jam%20%26%20Neil%20Young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Pearl%20Jam%20%26%20Neil%20Young.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearl Jam &amp;amp; Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=83EZNP5H"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Got Id&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lips are shaking, my nails are bit off.&lt;br /&gt;Been a month since I've heard myself talk.&lt;br /&gt;All the advantage this life's got on me.&lt;br /&gt;Picture a coffin in the middle of the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fight back in my mind. Never lets me be right.&lt;br /&gt;I got memories. I got shit so much it don't show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I walked the line when you held me in that night.&lt;br /&gt;I walked the line when you held my hand that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An empty shell seems so easy to crack.&lt;br /&gt;Got all these questions. Don't know who I could even ask.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just lie alone and wait for the dream&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm not ugly and you're looking at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I stay in bed. Oh, little I've seen there.&lt;br /&gt;If just once I could feel love, oh, I'd say it like I mean it. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I walked the line when you held me in that night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I walked the line when you held my hand that night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I walked the line when you held me close that night.&lt;br /&gt;I paid the price. Never held you in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are shaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1995)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1991 – Ten&lt;br /&gt;1993 – Vs.&lt;br /&gt;1994 – Vitalogy&lt;br /&gt;1996 – No Code&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Yield&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Live On Two Legs&lt;br /&gt;2000 – Binaural&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Riot Act&lt;br /&gt;2006 – Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116316272419047395?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116316272419047395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116316272419047395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116316272419047395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116316272419047395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/pearl-jam-neil-young-i-got-id.html' title='Pearl Jam &amp; Neil Young - I Got Id'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116312101817439685</id><published>2006-11-09T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:45:50.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audrey Hepburn'/><title type='text'>Audrey Hepburn - Moon River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Audrey%20Hepburn%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Audrey%20Hepburn%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=C6A95PY3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moon River&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moon River, wider than a mile,&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing you in style some day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you're going I'm going your way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two drifters off to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;There's such a lot of world to see.&lt;br /&gt;We're after the same rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 'round the bend,&lt;br /&gt;My huckleberry friend,&lt;br /&gt;Moon River and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1961)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Audrey%20Hepburn%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Audrey%20Hepburn%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116312101817439685?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116312101817439685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116312101817439685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116312101817439685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116312101817439685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/audrey-hepburn-moon-river.html' title='Audrey Hepburn - Moon River'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116298683796263389</id><published>2006-11-08T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:46:19.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gérard Depardieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anneli Drecker'/><title type='text'>Anneli Drecker &amp; Gérard Depardieu - I'll Strangle You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Anneli%20Drecker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Anneli%20Drecker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anneli Drecker &amp;amp; Gérard Depardieu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=MHFF5ZNX"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll Strangle You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J'ai tendu des cordes de clocher à clocher&lt;br /&gt;Des guirlandes de fenêtre à fenêtre&lt;br /&gt;Des chaînes d'or d'étoile à étoile&lt;br /&gt;Et je danse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah ah ah let me&lt;br /&gt;Penetrate all of your memories&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah let me be that&lt;br /&gt;Woman who can bind you hand and foot&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah Oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'll strangle you&lt;br /&gt;I'll strangle you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Une matinée couverte en juillet&lt;br /&gt;Un goût de cendres vole dans l'air&lt;br /&gt;Une odeur de bois suant dans l'âtre&lt;br /&gt;Les fleurs rouies&lt;br /&gt;Le saccage des promenades&lt;br /&gt;La bruine des canaux par les champs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have strung ropes from steeple to steeple&lt;br /&gt;Garlands from window to window&lt;br /&gt;And golden chains from star to star…&lt;br /&gt;And I dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J'ai tendu des cordes de clocher à clocher&lt;br /&gt;Des guirlandes de fenêtre à fenêtre&lt;br /&gt;Des chaînes d'or d'étoile à étoile&lt;br /&gt;Et je danse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah ah ah let me&lt;br /&gt;Penetrate all of your memories&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah let me be that&lt;br /&gt;Woman who can bind you hand and foot&lt;br /&gt;I'll strangle you&lt;br /&gt;I'll strangle you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Avivant un agréable goût d'encre de chine&lt;br /&gt;Une poudre noire pleut doucement sur ma veillée&lt;br /&gt;Je baisse les feux du lustre&lt;br /&gt;Je me jette sur le lit&lt;br /&gt;Et tourné du côté de l'ombre&lt;br /&gt;Je vous vois, mes filles!&lt;br /&gt;Mes reines!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have strung ropes from steeple to steeple&lt;br /&gt;Garlands from window to window&lt;br /&gt;And golden chains from star to star…&lt;br /&gt;And I dance…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;J'ai tendu des cordes de clocher à clocher&lt;br /&gt;Des guirlandes de fenêtre à fenêtre&lt;br /&gt;Des chaînes d'or d'étoile à étoile&lt;br /&gt;Et je danse&lt;br /&gt;Et je danse&lt;br /&gt;Et je danse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll strangle you&lt;br /&gt;I'll strangle you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1992)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2000 – Tundra&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Frolic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116298683796263389?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116298683796263389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116298683796263389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116298683796263389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116298683796263389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/anneli-drecker-grard-depardieu-ill.html' title='Anneli Drecker &amp; Gérard Depardieu - I&apos;ll Strangle You'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116290565144366614</id><published>2006-11-07T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:46:36.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maybe Baby'/><title type='text'>Maybe Baby - All The Time In The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Maybe%20Baby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Maybe%20Baby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ray Kavanaugh &amp;amp; Jennifer Kimball&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=S656G743"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All The Time In The World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistles blow and bells will ring&lt;br /&gt;It's only the swell of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Fever and the bootleg flask&lt;br /&gt;Took all of my brothers from me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From the old world ships brought the quarrymen&lt;br /&gt;To carve columns with finnials, victors of war&lt;br /&gt;The steam drill whines, your back is bent&lt;br /&gt;You turn and smile at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I've got all the time, darling&lt;br /&gt;All the time in the world&lt;br /&gt;I've got all the time when you look my way&lt;br /&gt;And we haven't said a word&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Union won the nine-hour day&lt;br /&gt;Still we're chained to the company store&lt;br /&gt;A pittance wage, not a minute free&lt;br /&gt;For a girl on cannery row&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Save Saturday, in the oil lamp glow&lt;br /&gt;The dancing pavilion it sways&lt;br /&gt;Your gaze meets mine, beneath spruce and pine&lt;br /&gt;And we dance the night away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've got all the time, darling&lt;br /&gt;All the time in the world&lt;br /&gt;I've got all the time when you look my way&lt;br /&gt;And we haven't said a word&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a dry island where the boss is King&lt;br /&gt;But the band makes it feel like home&lt;br /&gt;Those Yankee tunes, they end at the end&lt;br /&gt;But the Italians they made me fly&lt;br /&gt;The Italians made me fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whistles blow and bells will ring&lt;br /&gt;The foreman's out looking for me&lt;br /&gt;A stolen hour, a stolen kiss&lt;br /&gt;We were thieves in an endless robbery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2002)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2002 - What Matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116290565144366614?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116290565144366614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116290565144366614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116290565144366614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116290565144366614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/maybe-baby-all-time-in-world.html' title='Maybe Baby - All The Time In The World'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116285721390633875</id><published>2006-11-06T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:47:05.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Spit Love'/><title type='text'>Love Spit Love - How Soon Is Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/charmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/charmed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Spit Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=YOO5XIU4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Soon Is Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the son and the heir&lt;br /&gt;Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and the heir&lt;br /&gt;Of nothing in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;How can you say I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Just like everybody else does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a club if you’d like to go&lt;br /&gt;You could meet someone who really loves you&lt;br /&gt;So you go and you stand on your own and you leave on your own&lt;br /&gt;And you go home and you cry and you want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's gonna happen now&lt;br /&gt;When exactly do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;See I've already waited too long&lt;br /&gt;And all my hope is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1996)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Charmed%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Charmed%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Soon Is Now &lt;/em&gt;is &lt;em&gt;Charmed &lt;/em&gt;theme song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1994 – Love Spit Love&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Trysome Eatome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116285721390633875?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116285721390633875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116285721390633875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116285721390633875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116285721390633875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-spit-love-how-soon-is-now.html' title='Love Spit Love - How Soon Is Now'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116276303124522908</id><published>2006-11-05T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:47:22.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescence'/><title type='text'>Evanescence - Call Me When You're Sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Evanescence%2C%20Open%20The%20Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Evanescence%2C%20Open%20The%20Door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=VRGDYXKY"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call Me When You're Sober&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,&lt;br /&gt;Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Should I let you fall?&lt;br /&gt;Lose it all?&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you can remember yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep believing,&lt;br /&gt;We're only deceiving ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of the lie,&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;Sick with shame.&lt;br /&gt;Must be exhausting to lose your own game.&lt;br /&gt;Selfishly hated,&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you're jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You can't play the victim this time,&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never call me when you're sober.&lt;br /&gt;You only want it cause it's over,&lt;br /&gt;It's over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How could I have burned paradise?&lt;br /&gt;How could I - you were never mine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie to me,&lt;br /&gt;Just get your things.&lt;br /&gt;I've made up your mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(2006)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Evanescence%2C%20Amy%20Lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Evanescence%2C%20Amy%20Lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2000 – Origin&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Fallen&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Anywhere But Home&lt;br /&gt;2006 – The Open Door&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/29535260-116276303124522908?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116276303124522908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116276303124522908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116276303124522908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116276303124522908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/evanescence-call-me-when-youre-sober.html' title='Evanescence - Call Me When You&apos;re Sober'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116267657963154969</id><published>2006-11-04T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:47:45.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dwight Yoakam'/><title type='text'>Dwight Yoakam - Three Good Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Dwight%20Yoakam%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Dwight%20Yoakam%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dwight Yoakam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=PYA6E37P"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three Good Reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, I'll give you three good reasons for leavin'.&lt;br /&gt;Number one is that I've forgotten number two.&lt;br /&gt;Number three is in a place that's been kept hidden,&lt;br /&gt;For so long I can't remember, but its true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I'll give you three more reasons for leavin'.&lt;br /&gt;Where the first no, weren't so bad as the next two.&lt;br /&gt;But rest assured that the third will leave you grieving,&lt;br /&gt;From a tale that's as sad as it is true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every night, all night long,&lt;br /&gt;I sit and count alone.&lt;br /&gt;But every day, nothin's new,&lt;br /&gt;I can't find one and two. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I'll give you three good reasons for leavin'.&lt;br /&gt;Number one is that I've forgotten number two.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, number one is that I've forgotten number two.&lt;br /&gt;Number one is that I've forgotten number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2005)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Dwight%20Yoakam%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Dwight%20Yoakam%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1986 – Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc.Etc.&lt;br /&gt;1987 – Hillbilly Deluxe&lt;br /&gt;1988 – Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room&lt;br /&gt;1990 – If There Was A Way&lt;br /&gt;1993 – This Time&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Dwight Live&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Gone&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Under The Covers&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Come On Christmas&lt;br /&gt;1998 – A Long Way Home&lt;br /&gt;2000 – dwightyoakamacoustic.net&lt;br /&gt;2000 – Tomorrow’s Sounds Today&lt;br /&gt;2001 – South Of Heaven, West Of Hell&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Population Me&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Blame The Vain&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Live From Austin, Tx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116267657963154969?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116267657963154969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116267657963154969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116267657963154969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116267657963154969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/dwight-yoakam-three-good-reasons.html' title='Dwight Yoakam - Three Good Reasons'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116259281519670604</id><published>2006-11-03T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:48:05.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Nielsen Chapman'/><title type='text'>Beth Nielsen Chapman - World Of Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Beth%20Nielsen%20Chapman%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Beth%20Nielsen%20Chapman%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth Nielsen Chapman (with John Hiatt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=530YN9OX"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;World Of Hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day one God smiled&lt;br /&gt;Gave us all the wisdom of a new born child&lt;br /&gt;But by the time we take our first step&lt;br /&gt;We've already begun to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the heart knows the heart sees&lt;br /&gt;We're just as much the forest as we are the trees&lt;br /&gt;Every little seed trying to find&lt;br /&gt;Where the light comes from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus):&lt;br /&gt;It's a world of hurt, nothing works&lt;br /&gt;It's a lonely little planet made of dust and dirt&lt;br /&gt;Who'd ever thinks that in the midst of all this&lt;br /&gt;Something as beautiful as love exists&lt;br /&gt;Baby I hold you and you hold me&lt;br /&gt;Heaven doesn't seem like such a mystery&lt;br /&gt;In a world of hurt you make me feel so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one of our love&lt;br /&gt;Two heartbroken people scared to trust too much&lt;br /&gt;Oh here it comes that feelin' again&lt;br /&gt;That every lover swears will never end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we'd been there, done that,&lt;br /&gt;But when we've kissed,&lt;br /&gt;We knew we'd never been here, we've never done this&lt;br /&gt;All the walls come tumblin' down when you love someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2002)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Beth%20Nielsen%20Chapman%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Beth%20Nielsen%20Chapman%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1980 – Hearing It First&lt;br /&gt;1990 – Beth Nielsen Chapman&lt;br /&gt;1993 – You Hold The Key&lt;br /&gt;1997 – Sand And Water&lt;br /&gt;1999 – If I Could Only Stay Asleep&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Deeper Still&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Hymns&lt;br /&gt;2005 – Look&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/29535260-116259281519670604?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116259281519670604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116259281519670604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116259281519670604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116259281519670604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/beth-nielsen-chapman-world-of-hurt.html' title='Beth Nielsen Chapman - World Of Hurt'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116250254056429232</id><published>2006-11-02T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:48:33.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorne Greene'/><title type='text'>Lorne Greene - Bonanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/bonanza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/bonanza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorne Greene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=K5VV9QL7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonanza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We chased lady luck till we finally struck - Bonanza&lt;br /&gt;With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope&lt;br /&gt;We planted our family tree&lt;br /&gt;We got ahold of a potful of gold - Bonanza&lt;br /&gt;With a horse and a saddle and a rig full of cattle&lt;br /&gt;How rich can a fella be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this land we put our brand, Cartwright is the name&lt;br /&gt;Fortune smiled the day we filed the Ponderosa claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the west we're livin' in the best - Bonanza&lt;br /&gt;If anyone fights any one of us&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna fight with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoss and Joe and Adam know every rock and pine&lt;br /&gt;No one works, fights, or eats like those boys of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we stand in the middle of a grand - Bonanza&lt;br /&gt;With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope&lt;br /&gt;We planted our family tree&lt;br /&gt;We got ahold of a potful of gold - Bonanza&lt;br /&gt;With a houseful of friends where the rainbow ends&lt;br /&gt;How rich can a fella be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this land we put our brand, Cartwright is the name&lt;br /&gt;Fortune smiled the day we filed the Ponderosa claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the west we're livin' in the best - Bonanza&lt;br /&gt;With the friendliest, fightenist, lovingest band&lt;br /&gt;That ever set foot in the promised land&lt;br /&gt;And we're happier than them all&lt;br /&gt;That's why we call it - Bonanza&lt;br /&gt;Bonanza&lt;br /&gt;Bonanza&lt;br /&gt;Bonanza! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1962)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1963 - Young At Heart&lt;br /&gt;1964 - Welcome To The Ponderosa&lt;br /&gt;1965 - The Man&lt;br /&gt;1965 - Have A Happy Holiday&lt;br /&gt;1965 - Lorne Greene's American West&lt;br /&gt;1966 - Portrait Of The West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116250254056429232?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116250254056429232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116250254056429232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116250254056429232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116250254056429232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/lorne-greene-bonanza.html' title='Lorne Greene - Bonanza'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116242070406833948</id><published>2006-11-01T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:48:53.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Doughty'/><title type='text'>Mike Doughty - Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Mike%20Doughty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Mike%20Doughty.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=AT2A9XMY"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Cuban girl that brought me low&lt;br /&gt;She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now&lt;br /&gt;Her mouth was wide and sweet as well&lt;br /&gt;And now relentless hours of dreaming up her smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the only way to beat it is to bat it down... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh all the days that I have run&lt;br /&gt;I sought to lose that cloud that’s blacking out the sun&lt;br /&gt;My train will come some one day soon&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes I’ll ride it bound from night to noon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aimless days, uncool ways of decathecting&lt;br /&gt;Painless phase, blacked out thoughts you be rejecting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the only way to beat it is to bat it down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, let's get down to business now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the only way to beat it is to bat it down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2000 - Skittish&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Smofe + Smang: Live In Minneapolis&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Haughty Melodic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116242070406833948?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116242070406833948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116242070406833948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116242070406833948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116242070406833948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/mike-doughty-looking-at-world-from.html' title='Mike Doughty - Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116226006812015258</id><published>2006-10-31T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:49:49.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lambert Hendricks and Ross'/><title type='text'>Lambert, Hendricks &amp; Ross - Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Lambert%2CHendricksRoss250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Lambert%2CHendricksRoss250.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lambert, Hendricks &amp; Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=81SUT342"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twisted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My analyst told me (what?)&lt;br /&gt;That I was right out of my head&lt;br /&gt;The way he described it (how?)&lt;br /&gt;He said I'd be better dead than live&lt;br /&gt;I didn't listen to his jive&lt;br /&gt;I knew all along he was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that he thought (what?)&lt;br /&gt;I was crazy but I'm not&lt;br /&gt;0h no (on no?) (oh no?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My analyst told me (what?)&lt;br /&gt;That I was right out of my head&lt;br /&gt;He said I'd need treatment (yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that easily led&lt;br /&gt;He said I was the type that was most inclined&lt;br /&gt;When out of his sight to be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And he thought I was nuts (nuts?)&lt;br /&gt;No more ifs or ands or buts&lt;br /&gt;Oh no (oh no?) (oh no?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say as a child I appeared a little bit wild with all my crazy ideas&lt;br /&gt;But I knew what was happening, I knew I was a genius...&lt;br /&gt;What's so strange when you know that you're a wizard at three&lt;br /&gt;I knew that this was meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I heard little children were supposed to sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;That's why I got into the vodka one night&lt;br /&gt;My parents got frantic, didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;But I saw some crazy scenes before I came to&lt;br /&gt;Now do you think I was crazy?&lt;br /&gt;I may have been only three but I was swingin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They all laugh at angry young men&lt;br /&gt;They all laugh at Edison and also at Einstein&lt;br /&gt;So why should I feel sorry if they just couldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;The reasoning and the logic that went on in my head&lt;br /&gt;I had a brain, it was insane&lt;br /&gt;Oh they used to laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;When I refused to ride on all those double decker buses&lt;br /&gt;All because there was no driver on the top&lt;br /&gt;(no driver on the top? this chick is twisted. what's the matter with her?)&lt;br /&gt;(she must be out of her head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My analyst told me (what?)&lt;br /&gt;That I was right out of my head&lt;br /&gt;The way he described it (how?)&lt;br /&gt;He said i'd be better dead than live&lt;br /&gt;I didn't listen to his jive&lt;br /&gt;I knew all along he was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;And i knew that he thought (what?)&lt;br /&gt;I was crazy but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no (oh no?) (oh no?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My analyst told me (what?)&lt;br /&gt;That i was right out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;But i said, dear doctor, (yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's you instead.&lt;br /&gt;cause I have got a thing that's unique and new.&lt;br /&gt;It proves that I'll have the last laugh on you,&lt;br /&gt;cause instead of one head (one head?)&lt;br /&gt;I got two&lt;br /&gt;And you know two heads are better than one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1959)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1957 – Sing A Song Of Basie&lt;br /&gt;1958 – Sing Along With Basie&lt;br /&gt;1958 – The Swingers!&lt;br /&gt;1959 - Everybody's Boppin'&lt;br /&gt;1960 – The Hottest New Group In Jazz&lt;br /&gt;1960 – Lambert, Hendricks &amp;amp; Ross&lt;br /&gt;1960 – Sing Ellington&lt;br /&gt;1961 – The Way-Out Voices Of Lambert, Hendricks &amp;amp; Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116226006812015258?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116226006812015258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116226006812015258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116226006812015258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116226006812015258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/lambert-hendricks-ross-twisted.html' title='Lambert, Hendricks &amp; Ross - Twisted'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116212282727839726</id><published>2006-10-29T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:50:19.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Cave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylie Milogue'/><title type='text'>Nick Cave - Where The Wild Roses Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/A%20Portrait%20Of%20A%20Rose%2C%20artwork%20by%20Bill%20Strain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/A%20Portrait%20Of%20A%20Rose%2C%20artwork%20by%20Bill%20Strain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Artwork by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billstrain/279480265/"&gt;Bill Strain&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick Cave with Kylie Milogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=R9FSXIJ3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where The Wild Roses Grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They call me The Wild Rose&lt;br /&gt;But my name is Elisa Day&lt;br /&gt;Why they call me it I do not know&lt;br /&gt;For my name is Elisa Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one&lt;br /&gt;As she stared in my eyes and smiled&lt;br /&gt;For her lips were the colour of the roses&lt;br /&gt;That grew down the river, all bloody and wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he knocked on my door and entered the room&lt;br /&gt;My trembling subsided in his sure embrace&lt;br /&gt;He would be my first man, and with a careful hand&lt;br /&gt;He wiped at the tears that ran down my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the second day I brought her a flower&lt;br /&gt;She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow&lt;br /&gt;So sweet and scarlet and free?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the second day he came with a single red rose&lt;br /&gt;He said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed&lt;br /&gt;"If I show you the roses will you follow?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the third day he took me to the river&lt;br /&gt;He showed me the roses and we kissed&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing I heard was a muttered word&lt;br /&gt;As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow&lt;br /&gt;And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief&lt;br /&gt;And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"&lt;br /&gt;And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1996)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1984 - From Her To Eternity&lt;br /&gt;1985 - The Firstborn Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;1986 - Kicking Against The Pricks&lt;br /&gt;1986 - Your Funeral...My Trial&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Tender Prey&lt;br /&gt;1990 - The Good Son&lt;br /&gt;1992 - Henry's Dream&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Live Seeds&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Let Love In&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Murder Ballads&lt;br /&gt;1997 - The Boatman's Call&lt;br /&gt;2001 - No More Shall We Part&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Nocturama&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Abattoir Blues/The Lyre Of Orpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116212282727839726?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116212282727839726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116212282727839726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116212282727839726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116212282727839726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/nick-cave-where-wild-roses-grow.html' title='Nick Cave - Where The Wild Roses Grow'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116207110652478418</id><published>2006-10-28T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:50:46.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innocence Mission'/><title type='text'>Innocence Mission - Tomorrow On The Runway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Innocence%20Mission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Innocence%20Mission.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innocence Mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=OA5NV5MZ"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow On The Runway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old days, don't come to find me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sun is just about to climb up over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'While my heart is sinking I do not want my voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to go out into the air'.&lt;br /&gt;Did you leave the darkness without me?&lt;br /&gt;You're always miles ahead.&lt;br /&gt;And you're standing in tomorrow on the runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh be the music in my head,&lt;br /&gt;the air around my bed, oh be my rest.&lt;br /&gt;Replace the small disgraces of&lt;br /&gt;the times and places that I never really left.&lt;br /&gt;Did you leave the darkness without me?&lt;br /&gt;You're always miles ahead.&lt;br /&gt;And you're standing in tomorrow on the runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want to fly, fly forward into the light,&lt;br /&gt;be alive, to come alive,&lt;br /&gt;on the leaf-bright Friday drive,&lt;br /&gt;sudden horses at the red light,&lt;br /&gt;turn around, see clearer ways to go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Repeat 1st verse)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2003)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Karen%20Peris%20%28Innocence%20Mission%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Karen%20Peris%20%28Innocence%20Mission%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Karen Peris&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1986 – Tending The Rose Garden&lt;br /&gt;1989 – The Innocence Mission&lt;br /&gt;1991 – Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;1995 – Glow&lt;br /&gt;1999 – Birds Of My Neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;2000 – Christ Is My Hope&lt;br /&gt;2001 – Small Planes&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Befriended&lt;br /&gt;2004 – Now The Day Is Over&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/29535260-116207110652478418?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116207110652478418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116207110652478418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116207110652478418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116207110652478418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/innocence-mission-tomorrow-on-runway.html' title='Innocence Mission - Tomorrow On The Runway'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116189454076326353</id><published>2006-10-26T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:51:15.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Rigby'/><title type='text'>Amy Rigby - Are We Ever Gonna Have Sex Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Amy%20Rigby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Amy%20Rigby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy Rigby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=5Z2DE5PA"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are We Ever Gonna Have Sex Again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life’s become a great big list&lt;br /&gt;Of things to do and buy and fix&lt;br /&gt;At night we pass out before ten&lt;br /&gt;Are we ever gonna have sex again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for your id today&lt;br /&gt;Seemed that id had gone away&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t been used since who knows when&lt;br /&gt;Are we ever gonna have sex again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be triple x rated&lt;br /&gt;Look at us now, so domesticated&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to babe and stud?&lt;br /&gt;Too much KFC and Bud&lt;br /&gt;I shout it out into the wind&lt;br /&gt;Are we ever gonna have sex again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here baby, scratch my itch&lt;br /&gt;Or I’ll show you one mean ass bitch&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired of acting Zen&lt;br /&gt;Are we ever gonna have sex again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw making love&lt;br /&gt;It’s way too ambitious&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get down on the rug&lt;br /&gt;After you finish the dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not now hon, the eggs are frying&lt;br /&gt;But you get extra points for trying&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can squeeze you in&lt;br /&gt;Between the PTA and CNN&lt;br /&gt;Are we ever gonna have sex again?&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me go to other men&lt;br /&gt;Are we ever gonna have sex again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2003)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Amy%20Rigby%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Amy%20Rigby%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1996 - Diary Of A Mod Housewife&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Middlescence&lt;br /&gt;2000 - The Sugar Tree&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Til The Wheels Fall Off&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Faulkner, Dylan, Heinz &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Little Fugitive&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/29535260-116189454076326353?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116189454076326353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116189454076326353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116189454076326353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116189454076326353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/amy-rigby-are-we-ever-gonna-have-sex.html' title='Amy Rigby - Are We Ever Gonna Have Sex Again?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116181655781082768</id><published>2006-10-25T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:51:49.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graham Nash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Gilmour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Crosby'/><title type='text'>David Gilmour - On An Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/David%20Gilmour%20-%20On%20An%20Island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/David%20Gilmour%20-%20On%20An%20Island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Gilmour with David Crosby &amp;amp; Graham Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=5I23I33S"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On An Island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember that night, white steps in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;They walked here too through empty playground, this ghosts´ town&lt;br /&gt;Children again, on rusting swings getting higher&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a dream, on an island, it felt right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We lay side by side&lt;br /&gt;Between the moon and the tide&lt;br /&gt;Mapping the stars for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the night surround you&lt;br /&gt;We´re halfway to the stars&lt;br /&gt;Ebb and flow, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Feel her warmth beside you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember that night, the warmth and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Candles burned though the church was deserted&lt;br /&gt;At dawn we went down through empty streets to the harbor&lt;br /&gt;Dreamers may leave, but they´re here ever after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the night surround you&lt;br /&gt;We´re halfway to the stars&lt;br /&gt;Ebb and flow, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Feel her warmth beside you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1978 - David Gilmour&lt;br /&gt;1984 - About Face&lt;br /&gt;2006 - On An Island&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116181655781082768?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116181655781082768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116181655781082768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116181655781082768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116181655781082768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/david-gilmour-on-island.html' title='David Gilmour - On An Island'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116172850735869535</id><published>2006-10-24T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:52:10.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Meadow'/><title type='text'>Dead Meadow - At Her Open Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Dead%20Meadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Dead%20Meadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dead Meadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=YUYE16UP"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Her Open Door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the heights of the town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her handmaids will announce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her undying presence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;within her seven-pillared house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gifts of gold lie undisturbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at her open door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give until nothing's left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then wish to give more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her words ring out all too clearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in your ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until all else disappears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a never ending night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she shines like boundless light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though she calls quietly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know she'll take it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's alright it's all I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven up above waiting all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for you to make the age old climb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but sliding down takes no time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gifts of gold lie undisturbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at her open door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give until nothing's left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then wish to give more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her words ring out all too clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hers is the love for which rivers flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;men fall from ladders to the ground below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2000 - Dead Meadow&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Howls From The Hills&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Got Live If You Want It&lt;br /&gt;2003 – Shivering King And Others&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Feathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116172850735869535?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116172850735869535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116172850735869535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116172850735869535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116172850735869535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/dead-meadow-at-her-open-door.html' title='Dead Meadow - At Her Open Door'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116160369645345344</id><published>2006-10-23T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:52:40.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><title type='text'>Bob Dylan - Rainy Day Women # 12 &amp; 35</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Bob%20Dylan%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Bob%20Dylan%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=FSGR01ZK"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rainy Day Women # 12 &amp; 35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.&lt;br /&gt;But I would not feel so all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody must get stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.&lt;br /&gt;But I would not feel so all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody must get stoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone ya when you are young and able.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody must get stoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody must get stoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone you when you are walking home.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone you and then say you are brave.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.&lt;br /&gt;But I would not feel so all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody must get stoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1966)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Bob%20Dylan%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Bob%20Dylan%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1962 - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;1963 - The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;1964 - The Times They Are A-Changin'&lt;br /&gt;1964 - Another Side Of Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;1965 - Bringing It All Back Home&lt;br /&gt;1965 - Highway 61 Revisited&lt;br /&gt;1966 - Blonde On Blonde&lt;br /&gt;1967 - John Wesley Harding&lt;br /&gt;1969 - Nashville Skyline&lt;br /&gt;1970 - Self Portrait&lt;br /&gt;1970 - New Morning&lt;br /&gt;1973 - Pat Garrett And Billy The Kid&lt;br /&gt;1973 - Dylan&lt;br /&gt;1974 - Planet Waves&lt;br /&gt;1974 - Before The Flood&lt;br /&gt;1975 - Blood On The Tracks&lt;br /&gt;1975 - The Basement Tapes&lt;br /&gt;1976 - Desire&lt;br /&gt;1976 - Hard Rain&lt;br /&gt;1978 - Street Legal&lt;br /&gt;1979 - At Budokan&lt;br /&gt;1979 - Slow Train Coming&lt;br /&gt;1980 - Saved&lt;br /&gt;1981 - Shot Of Love&lt;br /&gt;1983 - Infidels&lt;br /&gt;1984 - Real Live&lt;br /&gt;1985 - Empire Burlesque&lt;br /&gt;1985 - Biograph&lt;br /&gt;1986 - Knocked Out Loaded&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Dylan &amp;amp; The Dead&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Down In The Groove&lt;br /&gt;1989 - Oh Mercy&lt;br /&gt;1990 - Under The Red Sky&lt;br /&gt;1991 - The Bootleg Series vol.1-3&lt;br /&gt;1992 - Good As I Been To You&lt;br /&gt;1993 - The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration&lt;br /&gt;1993 - World Gone Wrong&lt;br /&gt;1995 - MTV Unplugged&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Time Out Of Mind&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Live 1966&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Love And Theft&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Live 1975&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Live 1964&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Modern Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116160369645345344?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116160369645345344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116160369645345344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116160369645345344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116160369645345344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/bob-dylan-rainy-day-women-12-35.html' title='Bob Dylan - Rainy Day Women # 12 &amp; 35'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116146506491433245</id><published>2006-10-21T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:53:18.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria Williams'/><title type='text'>Victoria Williams - You R Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Victoria%20Williams%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Victoria%20Williams%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victoria Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=1FFSVY65"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You R Loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Man takes his cane to a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Has a vision, starts talking baby talk&lt;br /&gt;Understood by a girl in Peru&lt;br /&gt;We read about it in the daily news&lt;br /&gt;Lines of poetry revealing mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Still some can't swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus walked on the water&lt;br /&gt;He turned the water into wine&lt;br /&gt;He went down to the drunkards&lt;br /&gt;To tell them everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;You R loved, you R loved, you R really loved&lt;br /&gt;You R loved, you R loved, you R really loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot decide who should die or live&lt;br /&gt;I do my best to forgive&lt;br /&gt;Falling backwards in the eventide&lt;br /&gt;Listening at the riverside&lt;br /&gt;Lines of poetry revealing mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Still some can’t swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1994)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Victoria%20Williams%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Victoria%20Williams%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1987 - Happy Come Home&lt;br /&gt;1990 – Swing The Statue!&lt;br /&gt;1994 – Loose&lt;br /&gt;1995 – This Moment: In Toronto With The Loose Band&lt;br /&gt;1998 – Musings Of A Creek Dipper&lt;br /&gt;2000 – Water To Drink&lt;br /&gt;2002 – Sings Some Ol’ Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116146506491433245?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116146506491433245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116146506491433245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116146506491433245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116146506491433245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/victoria-williams-you-r-loved.html' title='Victoria Williams - You R Loved'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116125637611642521</id><published>2006-10-19T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:53:42.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Thompson'/><title type='text'>Richard Thompson - I'll Tag Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Richard%20Thompson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Richard%20Thompson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=LP0NKNNP"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll Tag Along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t mind me, friend of a friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bent the key to my lost weekend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t mind me, along for the ride &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diz the Gasman says it’s all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll tag along&lt;br /&gt;And get a taste of things&lt;br /&gt;And flap my little wings&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You could be my kind of crowd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little bit edgy, a little bit loud &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I test the water, I feel the heat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I jump in with both feet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll tag along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll keep out of your hair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ll hardly know I’m there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll tag along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love those swirly whirly lights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love that girl with the rips down her tights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Might have to hurl when the Molotov bites &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll tag Along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn’t do it, it wasn’t me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was right at the back, invisible, see? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m 100 per cent, and that’s a fact &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can ask Diz , I’ll be right back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll tag along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And get a taste of things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And flap my little wings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll tag along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Light fantastic, pop a few &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brain’s elastic, appetite too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cash or plastic? I’d kill for the loo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll tag along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2003)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1972 - Henry The Human Fly&lt;br /&gt;1974 - I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight&lt;br /&gt;1975 - Hokey Pokey&lt;br /&gt;1975 - Pour Down Like Silver&lt;br /&gt;1976 - (guitar, vocal)&lt;br /&gt;1978 - First Light&lt;br /&gt;1979 - Sunnyvista&lt;br /&gt;1981 - Strict Tempo!&lt;br /&gt;1982 - Shoot Out The Lights&lt;br /&gt;1983 - Hand Of Kindness&lt;br /&gt;1984 - Small Town Romance&lt;br /&gt;1985 - Across A Crowded Room&lt;br /&gt;1986 - Daring Adventures&lt;br /&gt;1987 - Live, Love, Larf &amp;amp; Loaf&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Amnesia&lt;br /&gt;1990 - Invisible Means&lt;br /&gt;1991 - Rumor And Sigh&lt;br /&gt;1992 - Sweet Talker&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Watching The Dark&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Mirror Blue&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Live At Crawley 1993&lt;br /&gt;1996 - You? Me? Us?&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Industry&lt;br /&gt;1998 - The Bones Of All Men&lt;br /&gt;1999 - Mock Tudor&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Action Packed&lt;br /&gt;2003 - The Old Kit Bag&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Live From Austin, TX&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Front Parlour Ballads&lt;br /&gt;2006 - RT - The Life And Music Of Richard Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116125637611642521?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116125637611642521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116125637611642521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116125637611642521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116125637611642521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/richard-thompson-ill-tag-along.html' title='Richard Thompson - I&apos;ll Tag Along'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116120366006085298</id><published>2006-10-18T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:54:03.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonnie Raitt'/><title type='text'>Bonnie Raitt - God Was In The Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Bonnie%20Raitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Bonnie%20Raitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonnie Raitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=WXA13NP0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Was In The Water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God was in the water that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pickin' through the roots and stones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trippin' over sunken logs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tryin' not to make his presence known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God was in the water that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wadin' in careful steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bubbles risin' from his feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comin' up from the muddy depths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line to the shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line but no one's biting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am at my pitiful desk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starin' at the colorless walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishin' I was any place else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Down into a dream I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sittin' in a tiny boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Driftin' on the mindless sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least I'm floating free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line to the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line but no one's biting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God was in the air that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breathin' out a haunted breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tryin' not to make a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shufflin' through the dried up leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God was in the air that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Circlin' like a drunken hawk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweepin' with a hungry eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the ground I walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line to the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line but no one's biting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castin' out a line to the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Castin' out a line but no one's biting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1971 - Bonnie Raitt&lt;br /&gt;1972 - Give It Up&lt;br /&gt;1973 - Takin' My Time&lt;br /&gt;1974 - Streetlights&lt;br /&gt;1975 - Home Plate&lt;br /&gt;1977 - Sweet Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;1979 - The Glow&lt;br /&gt;1982 - Green Light&lt;br /&gt;1986 - Nine Lives&lt;br /&gt;1989 - Nick Of Time&lt;br /&gt;1991 - Luck Of The Draw&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Longing In Their Hearts&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Road Tested&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Fundamental&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Silver Lining&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Souls Alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-116120366006085298?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116120366006085298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116120366006085298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116120366006085298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116120366006085298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/bonnie-raitt-god-was-in-water.html' title='Bonnie Raitt - God Was In The Water'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116085836451094020</id><published>2006-10-09T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:54:22.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mazzy Star'/><title type='text'>Mazzy Star - Flowers In December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Hope%20Sandoval.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Hope%20Sandoval.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mazzy Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=UP2IOXRZ"&gt;Flowers In December&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I let you down again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to see you in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have taken everything out on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only thought you could understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say everyman goes blind in his heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they say everybody steals somebody’s heart away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I got nothing more to say about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing more than you would me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Send me your flowers, of your december&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Send me your dreams, of your candy wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got just one thing I can’t give you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just one more thing of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say everyman goes blind in his heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say everybody steals somebody’s heart away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I’ve been wondering why you let me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I been taking it all for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1996)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Hope%20Sandoval%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Hope%20Sandoval%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope Sandoval from East L.A.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1990 - She Hangs Brightly&lt;br /&gt;1993 - So Tonight That I Might See&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Among My Swan&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/29535260-116085836451094020?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116085836451094020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116085836451094020' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116085836451094020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116085836451094020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/mazzy-star-flowers-in-december.html' title='Mazzy Star - Flowers In December'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-116085735024682726</id><published>2006-10-02T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:55:05.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Branch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Harp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wreckers'/><title type='text'>The Wreckers - Way Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/The%20Wreckers%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/The%20Wreckers%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wreckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=JSZ8O25M"&gt;Way Back Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the country there's a place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where nobody knows your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm feeling lonely there's a train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That helps me run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my mother she always told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The road would get cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never listened, always forgettin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the city there's a face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That makes it hard to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never listened to me when I'd say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That things would never change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/The%20Wreckers.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/The%20Wreckers.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessica Harp &amp;amp; Michelle Branch: The Wreckers&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2006 - Stand Still Look Pretty&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/29535260-116085735024682726?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/116085735024682726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=116085735024682726' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116085735024682726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/116085735024682726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/10/wreckers-way-back-home.html' title='The Wreckers - Way Back Home'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-115110139193055129</id><published>2006-06-23T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:55:25.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Morrison'/><title type='text'>Van Morrison - Celtic New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Van Morrison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=SC3CHU7S"&gt;Celtic New Year&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I don't see you through the week, see you through the window&lt;br /&gt;See you next time that we're talking on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't see you in that Indian summer&lt;br /&gt;Then I want to see you further on up the road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I said, oh won't you come back?&lt;br /&gt;I have to see you my dear&lt;br /&gt;Want you come back in the Celtic New Year?&lt;br /&gt;In the Celtic New Year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see you when I'm going down Louisiana&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see you when I'm down on Bourbon Street&lt;br /&gt;If you don't see me when I'm singing Jack of Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;If you don't see me when I'm on my lucky streak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Woa, I want you, want you to come on back&lt;br /&gt;I've made it very clear&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come back home in the Celtic New Year&lt;br /&gt;Celtic New Year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see you when the bonfires are burning, burning&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see you when we're singing the Gloriana tune&lt;br /&gt;If I've got to see you when it's raining deep inside the forest&lt;br /&gt;I got to see you at the waning of the moon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Said oh, won't you come on back?&lt;br /&gt;Want you to be of good cheer&lt;br /&gt;Come back home on the Celtic New Year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celtic New Year, Celtic New Year&lt;br /&gt;Celtic New Year&lt;br /&gt;In the Celtic New Year&lt;br /&gt;In the Celtic New Year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/small_Bourbon%20Street%20(photo%20Jean-Guillaume%20Dumas).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/small_Bourbon%20Street%20%28photo%20Jean-Guillaume%20Dumas%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bourbon Street, New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;(photo by Jean-Guillaume Dumas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1967 - Blowin' Your Mind&lt;br /&gt;1968 - Astral Weeks&lt;br /&gt;1970 - Moondance&lt;br /&gt;1970 - His Band And The Street Choir&lt;br /&gt;1971 - Tupelo Honey&lt;br /&gt;1972 - Saint Dominic's Preview&lt;br /&gt;1973 - Hard Nose The Highway&lt;br /&gt;1974 - It's Too Late To Stop Now&lt;br /&gt;1974 - Veedon Fleece&lt;br /&gt;1977 - A Period Of Transition&lt;br /&gt;1978 - Wavelength&lt;br /&gt;1979 - Into The Music&lt;br /&gt;1980 - Common One&lt;br /&gt;1982 - Beautiful Vision&lt;br /&gt;1983 - Inarticulate Speech Of The Heart&lt;br /&gt;1985 - Live At The Grand Opera House Belfast&lt;br /&gt;1985 - A Sense Of Wonder&lt;br /&gt;1986 - No Guru, No Method, No Teacher&lt;br /&gt;1987 - Poetic Champions Compose&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Irish Heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;1989 - Avalon Sunset&lt;br /&gt;1990 - Enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;1991 - Hymns To The Silence&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Too Long In Exile&lt;br /&gt;1994 - A Night In San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Days Like This&lt;br /&gt;1996 - How Long Has This Been Going On&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Tell Me Something&lt;br /&gt;1997 - The Healing Game&lt;br /&gt;1999 - Back On Top&lt;br /&gt;2000 - The Skiffle Sessions: Live In Belfast 1998&lt;br /&gt;2000 - You Win Again&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Down The Road&lt;br /&gt;2003 - What's Wrong With This Picture&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Magic Time&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Pay The Devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-115110139193055129?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/115110139193055129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=115110139193055129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115110139193055129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115110139193055129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/06/van-morrison-celtic-new-year.html' title='Van Morrison - Celtic New Year'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-115092305217662491</id><published>2006-06-21T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:55:43.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Equation'/><title type='text'>Equation - Jack And Suzanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Equation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=QTTZPCXF"&gt;Jack And Suzanne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jack and Suzanne where the Thames runs dry&lt;br /&gt;Ran by the river and they failed to fly&lt;br /&gt;He built her up but she saw right threw&lt;br /&gt;And Suzanne pulled Jack down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condemned to four point nine&lt;br /&gt;Down by the river where the Thames runs dry&lt;br /&gt;She's a body snatcher, full of laughter&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne pulled Jack down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demolished Jack's defences&lt;br /&gt;Electrified his senses&lt;br /&gt;Intravenous, drop drip dry&lt;br /&gt;The blind leading the blind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said romantic bender&lt;br /&gt;She said 'light ale contender'&lt;br /&gt;Just to them a world-wide wonder&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne ran Jack down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since golden October became sombre November&lt;br /&gt;Fate took hold, with one bold stroke&lt;br /&gt;They always hoped for a year to remember&lt;br /&gt;Since they left four seasons ago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cowboys rode to town&lt;br /&gt;The cowboys pulled the ice rink down&lt;br /&gt;Ruined the church and the Odeon&lt;br /&gt;As Suzanne ran Jack Down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Demolished Jack's Defender&lt;br /&gt;Wicked, prime offender&lt;br /&gt;Him to her a money lender&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne ran Jack down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since golden October became sombre November&lt;br /&gt;Fate took hold, with one bold stroke&lt;br /&gt;They always hoped for a year to remember&lt;br /&gt;Since they left four seasons ago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/River%20Thames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/River%20Thames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;River Thames&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1996 - Return To Me&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Hazy Daze&lt;br /&gt;2000 - The Lucky Few&lt;br /&gt;2002 - First Name Terms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-115092305217662491?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/115092305217662491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=115092305217662491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115092305217662491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115092305217662491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/06/equation-jack-and-suzanne.html' title='Equation - Jack And Suzanne'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-115075168375641913</id><published>2006-06-19T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:56:09.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Ely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Springsteen'/><title type='text'>Joe Ely &amp; Bruce Springsteen - All Just To Get To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe Ely &amp; Bruce Springsteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=OLBGH8NK"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Just To Get To You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have stumbled on the plains, staggered in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Stood at a crossroad or two&lt;br /&gt;Cried to a river, swept to the sea&lt;br /&gt;All just to get to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped a yellow cab, hopped a rusty freight&lt;br /&gt;Sang till my lips turned blue&lt;br /&gt;Flown a silver bird on the tops of the clouds&lt;br /&gt;All just to get to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I ran too hard, I played too rough&lt;br /&gt;I gave my love not near enough&lt;br /&gt;I bled too red, I cried too blue&lt;br /&gt;I beat my fist against the moon&lt;br /&gt;All just to get to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run from St. Paul to Wichita Falls&lt;br /&gt;Called you from sunny Baton Rouge&lt;br /&gt;I hocked everything from my watch to my ring&lt;br /&gt;All just to get to you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From the California shore where the mighty ocean roars&lt;br /&gt;To the lands of the Hopi and the Sioux&lt;br /&gt;I walked the desert sands, crossed the Rio Grande&lt;br /&gt;All just to get to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stumbled on the plains, staggered in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Stood at a crossroad or two&lt;br /&gt;Cried to a river, swept to the sea&lt;br /&gt;All just to get to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All just to get to you&lt;br /&gt;All just to get to you&lt;br /&gt;All just to get to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/New%20Mexico%20sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/New%20Mexico%20sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;New Mexico sky (Photo by Suze Lamb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1977 - Joe Ely&lt;br /&gt;1978 - Honky Tonk Masquerade&lt;br /&gt;1979 - Down On The Drag&lt;br /&gt;1980 - Live Shots&lt;br /&gt;1981 - Musta Notta Gotta Lotta&lt;br /&gt;1984 - Hi-Res&lt;br /&gt;1987 - Lord Of The Highway&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Milkshakes &amp; Malts&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Dig All Night&lt;br /&gt;1990 - Live At Liberty Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1992 - Love &amp;amp; Danger&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Letter To Laredo&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Twistin' In The Wind&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Live At Antone's&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Streets Of Sin&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Settle For Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-115075168375641913?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/115075168375641913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=115075168375641913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115075168375641913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115075168375641913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/06/joe-ely-bruce-springsteen-all-just-to.html' title='Joe Ely &amp; Bruce Springsteen - All Just To Get To You'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-115063139707817913</id><published>2006-06-18T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:56:40.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'>Beatles - When I'm Sixty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=02D8YSVY"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm Sixty-Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older losing my hair&lt;br /&gt;Many years from now.&lt;br /&gt;Will you still be sending me a Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday greetings, bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;If I'd been out till quarter to three&lt;br /&gt;Would you lock the door&lt;br /&gt;Will you still need me, will you still feed me&lt;br /&gt;When i'm sixty-four&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be older too&lt;br /&gt;And if you say the word&lt;br /&gt;I could stay with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be handy, mending a fuse&lt;br /&gt;When your lights have gone&lt;br /&gt;You can knit a sweater by the fireside&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;Doing the garden, digging the weeds&lt;br /&gt;Who could ask for more&lt;br /&gt;Will you still need me, will you still feed me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sixty-four&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight&lt;br /&gt;If it's not too dear&lt;br /&gt;We shall scrimp and save&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren on your knee&lt;br /&gt;Vera, Chuck &amp; Dave&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me a postcard, drop me a line&lt;br /&gt;Stating point of view&lt;br /&gt;Indicate precisely what you mean to say&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely wasting away&lt;br /&gt;Give me your answer, fill in a form&lt;br /&gt;Mine for evermore&lt;br /&gt;Will you still need me, will you still feed me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sixty-four&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Paul McCartney wrote &lt;em&gt;When I'm Sixty-Four&lt;/em&gt; as a tribute&lt;br /&gt;to his father. He wondered what it would be like to be 64.&lt;br /&gt;Today he will know. Happy birthday, Paul!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Isle%20of%20Wight.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Isle%20of%20Wight.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;A cottage in the Isle of Wight.&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney has three grandchildren, although none&lt;br /&gt;bear the names of those in the song: Vera, Chuck and Dave&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1963 - Please Please Me&lt;br /&gt;1963 - With The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;1964 - A Hard Day's Night&lt;br /&gt;1964 - For Sale&lt;br /&gt;1965 - Help!&lt;br /&gt;1965 - Rubber Soul&lt;br /&gt;1966 - Revolver&lt;br /&gt;1967 - Sgt.Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band&lt;br /&gt;1967 - Magical Mystery Tour&lt;br /&gt;1968 - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;1969 - Yellow Submarine&lt;br /&gt;1969 - Abbey Road&lt;br /&gt;1970 - Let It Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-115063139707817913?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/115063139707817913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=115063139707817913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115063139707817913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115063139707817913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/06/beatles-when-im-sixty-four.html' title='Beatles - When I&apos;m Sixty-Four'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-115041472626860870</id><published>2006-06-15T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:57:06.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norah Jones'/><title type='text'>Norah Jones - Come Away With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Norah Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=7VYB8UI4"&gt;Come Away With Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Come away with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me and I will write you a song &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me on a bus&lt;br /&gt;Come away where they can't tempt us with their lies &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk with you on a cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high&lt;br /&gt;So won't you try to come &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me and we'll kiss on a mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof&lt;br /&gt;While I'm safe there in your arms&lt;br /&gt;So all I ask is for you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come away with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Autumn%20in%20the%20Rocky%20Mountains,%20Colorado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Autumn%20in%20the%20Rocky%20Mountains%2C%20Colorado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Autumn in the Rocky Mountains, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Suze Lamb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2001 - First Sessions&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Come Away With Me&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Feels Like Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-115041472626860870?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/115041472626860870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=115041472626860870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115041472626860870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115041472626860870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/06/norah-jones-come-away-with-me.html' title='Norah Jones - Come Away With Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-115023627173489028</id><published>2006-06-13T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:57:34.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Erelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly Willis'/><title type='text'>Mark Erelli - Compass &amp; Companion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Erelli with Kelly Willis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=SO03DPFA"&gt;Compass &amp; Companion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Out here on this road just after midnight&lt;br /&gt;Silver sickle rising in the east&lt;br /&gt;I'm steady on the wheel but I know just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;So just lean back and try to catch some sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep my darling&lt;br /&gt;There's just a fingernail moon up above&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep my darling&lt;br /&gt;Am I the one that you'll be dreaming of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To think of every backroad we have travelled&lt;br /&gt;Of all the restless miles we have run&lt;br /&gt;Should you chance to find a trace of a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;I'm just dreaming of the miles we've still come&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me you are a compass and companion&lt;br /&gt;You follow me down every road I ride&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may roam I'm already home&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are travelling by my side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Palm_Drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Palm_Drive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Palm Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1999 - Mark Erelli&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Compass &amp; Companion&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Hillbilly Pilgrim&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Hope &amp;amp; Other Casualties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-115023627173489028?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/115023627173489028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=115023627173489028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115023627173489028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115023627173489028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/06/mark-erelli-compass-companion.html' title='Mark Erelli - Compass &amp; Companion'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-115003005806009588</id><published>2006-06-11T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:58:05.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diane Zeigler'/><title type='text'>Diane Zeigler - Listen To The Timber Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Diane Zeigler &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=CQ38Y2GQ"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen To The Timber Fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I made it through the barbed wire&lt;br /&gt;And over the stone wall&lt;br /&gt;And I walked across the pasture&lt;br /&gt;Into the woods in early fall&lt;br /&gt;I came to watch the crow fly&lt;br /&gt;And to hear the crickets call&lt;br /&gt;But I listened to the timber fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It happens every season&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say I wasn't warned&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose it's for good reason&lt;br /&gt;The loggers come to keep us warm&lt;br /&gt;And you know the winter's coming&lt;br /&gt;When you hear that steady drumming&lt;br /&gt;When you listen to the timber fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll be broken and splintered&lt;br /&gt;After fall's final bloom&lt;br /&gt;So now I claim for the winter&lt;br /&gt;What will carry me through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked into the forest&lt;br /&gt;Like I marched into a bloody war&lt;br /&gt;I heard an unrelenting chorus&lt;br /&gt;As I listened to the chain saws roar&lt;br /&gt;And I could see the winter coming&lt;br /&gt;As I heard that steady drumming&lt;br /&gt;When I listened to the timber fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/Timber%20On%20Forest%20Road%20207%20(Tom%20Hooker).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/Timber%20On%20Forest%20Road%20207%20%28Tom%20Hooker%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Timber on Forest Road 207 (Photo by Tom Hooker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1995 - Sting Of The Honeybee&lt;br /&gt;2000 - These Are The Roots&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Paintbrush&lt;br /&gt;2004 - December In Vermont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-115003005806009588?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/115003005806009588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=115003005806009588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115003005806009588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/115003005806009588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/06/diane-zeigler-listen-to-timber-fall.html' title='Diane Zeigler - Listen To The Timber Fall'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29535260.post-114998099918696048</id><published>2006-06-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:29:36.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Hiatt'/><title type='text'>John Hiatt - When My Love Crosses Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;JOHN HIATT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/it/?d=QYQEB60S"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When My Love Crosses Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click to download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We made a pact lying there on our backs&lt;br /&gt;Swearing to every star that the sky did hold&lt;br /&gt;Promising our love was true, promising to see it through&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed due Southwest across the Muscle Shoals &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We slid down a riverbank in the pouring rain giving thanks&lt;br /&gt;For the strength just to carry on through the fog and the cold&lt;br /&gt;There at the water's edge she tugged my arm and I nodded my head&lt;br /&gt;Just one more step and that river took a hold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When my love crosses over I'm coming over too&lt;br /&gt;To cross that mighty river that's before us&lt;br /&gt;To the new western world, mountains high and plain unfurled&lt;br /&gt;Desert stretching out to touch the Californias &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We said we'd never look back, we never have and that's a fact&lt;br /&gt;That Mississippi washed us clean down to the bone&lt;br /&gt;The journey's been long my friend, hell, you never know what state you're in&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but the unknown it's always the unknown &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When my love crosses over I'm coming over too&lt;br /&gt;To cross that mighty river that's before us&lt;br /&gt;To the new western world, mountains high and plain unfurled&lt;br /&gt;Desert stretching out to touch the Californias &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I lost track of you a while but you were waiting for me with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel like a little child with a brand new view&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it all over babe, it'd just be another trip we made&lt;br /&gt;When my love crosses over I'm coming too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/1600/silverton%20mountain.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/1412/320/silverton%20mountain.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Silverton Mountain, Colorado (Photo by Suze Lamb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1974 - Hangin' Around The Observatory&lt;br /&gt;1975 - Overcoats&lt;br /&gt;1979 - Slug Line&lt;br /&gt;1980 - Two Bit Monsters&lt;br /&gt;1982 - All Of A Sudden&lt;br /&gt;1983 - Riding With The King&lt;br /&gt;1985 - Warming Up To The Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;1987 - Bring The Family&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Slow Turning&lt;br /&gt;1990 - Stolen Moments&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Perfectly Good Guitar&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Hiatt Comes Alive At Budokan&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Walk On&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Little Head&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Crossing Muddy Waters&lt;br /&gt;2001 - The Tiki Bar Is Open&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Beneath The Gruff Exterior&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Master Of Disaster&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Live From Austin TX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29535260-114998099918696048?l=tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/feeds/114998099918696048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29535260&amp;postID=114998099918696048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/114998099918696048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29535260/posts/default/114998099918696048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tincanfullofgold.blogspot.com/2006/06/john-hiatt-when-my-love-crosses-over_10.html' title='John Hiatt - 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