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		<title>She&#8217;ll Never Know- Daisy O&#8217;Connor</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2012 08:43:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Miranda</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA["She'll Never Know"]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Daisy O'Connor]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Words and Music by Daisy O&#8217;Connor She called to tell me didn’t work out with her fling Tho he sang a song for her he’d written recently And put her name in it, just like the rest And she’ll never know, she’ll never know The place I live is called the friendship zone We hang [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Words and Music by Daisy O&#8217;Connor</p>
<p>She called to tell me didn’t work out with her fling<br />
Tho he sang a song for her he’d written recently<br />
And put her name in it, just like the rest<br />
And she’ll never know, she’ll never know</p>
<p>The place I live is called the friendship zone<br />
We hang out the time unless she’s bumping hipbones<br />
And I hear everything about her latest crush<br />
And she’ll never know, she’ll never know</p>
<p>That everything’s gonna be ok<br />
Swing back tomorrow give us back the day<br />
When you take my hand with your high heels on<br />
And dance with me til the early morn<br />
And now and then when you think of me<br />
Please remember this one little thing<br />
That I was made to love you through and through<br />
That’s what I’m gonna do<br />
I’m gonna love you, you, you</p>
<p>The conversation turned to alcohol<br />
We got one then two at the bar down the road<br />
What else could I do, she looked so sad<br />
And she’ll never know</p>
<p>She’s just looking for someone<br />
Who can tell her the truth<br />
So she can learn from them exactly what she knew at her birth<br />
Let me be the first to say<br />
I know nothing at all<br />
But I see you in the colors of the fall</p>
<p>And I know that<br />
That everything’s gonna be ok<br />
Swing back tomorrow give us back the day<br />
When you take my hand with your high heels on<br />
And dance with me til the early morning<br />
And now and then when you think of me<br />
Please remember this one little thing<br />
That I was made to love you through and through<br />
That’s what I’m gonna do<br />
I’m gonna love you, you, you</p>
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		<title>Sad, Sad Songs- Cecily Humble</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 01:05:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Miranda</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA["Sad, Sad Songs"]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cecily Humble]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Lyrics and Music by Cecily Humble, accompanied by (Dad) Chico Oropeza. I wrote these sad sad songs, to heal my pain. Dancing by starlight just won&#8217;t be the same without your love and sweet kisses and calling you mine, but with these sad sad songs, i&#8217;ll be just fine one more memory for the road [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lyrics and Music by Cecily Humble, accompanied by (Dad) Chico Oropeza.</p>
<p>I wrote these sad sad songs, to heal my pain.<br />
Dancing by starlight just won&#8217;t be the same<br />
without your love and sweet kisses and calling you mine,<br />
but with these sad sad songs, i&#8217;ll be just fine</p>
<p>one more memory for the road<br />
one more dance to and fro<br />
i&#8217;m gonna give you my heart<br />
please don&#8217;t throw it away<br />
i&#8217;ll be yours and you mine someday</p>
<p>let it be, won&#8217;t try to reach you on the phone.<br />
this need for patience won&#8217;t leave me alone<br />
last night i heard the distance in your tone<br />
i&#8217;ll let it be, but i know that you&#8217;re long gone</p>
<p>one more memory for the road<br />
one more dance to and fro<br />
i&#8217;m gonna give you my heart<br />
please don&#8217;t throw it away<br />
i&#8217;ll be yours and you mine someday</p>
<p>with these sad sad songs<br />
i&#8217;ll tell you my truth<br />
listening to static in the telephone booth<br />
as the clouds turn to grey and the rain comes pouring through<br />
i remember just why it&#8217;s been you</p>
<p>one more memory for the road<br />
one more dance to and fro<br />
i&#8217;m gonna give you my heart<br />
please don&#8217;t throw it away<br />
i&#8217;ll be yours and you mine someday</p>
<p>one more memory for the road<br />
one more dance to and fro<br />
i&#8217;m gonna give you my heart<br />
please don&#8217;t throw it away<br />
i&#8217;ll be yours and you mine someday</p>
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		<title>Straight and Jones- Jon Gray</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2012 20:37:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Miranda</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA["Sad, Sad Songs"]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jon Gray]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Words and Music by Jon Gray Listen to Straight and Jones KILLIN TIME AIN&#8217;T ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE THINGS WHAT ELSE CAN YA DO WHEN YOU&#8217;RE WAITIN ON ME SO SORRY FOR THE CHANGES CHANGES I CAN&#8217;T EVEN SEE LOCK YOURSELF UP IN A ROOM FULL OF DARK CUZ SOMETIMES WE ALL NEED SAD SAD [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Words and Music by Jon Gray</p>
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<p>KILLIN TIME AIN&#8217;T ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE THINGS<br />
WHAT ELSE CAN YA DO WHEN YOU&#8217;RE WAITIN ON ME<br />
SO SORRY FOR THE CHANGES<br />
CHANGES I CAN&#8217;T EVEN SEE<br />
LOCK YOURSELF UP IN A ROOM FULL OF DARK<br />
CUZ SOMETIMES</p>
<p>WE ALL NEED SAD SAD SONGS<br />
TO MAKE US HUMBLE TO MAKE US STRONG<br />
WE ALL NEED SAD SAD SONGS<br />
SO PUT ON SOME STRAIT, PUT ON SOME JONES</p>
<p>THERE&#8217;S NO CHANCE AT ALL THAT I&#8217;VE STOPPED LOVIN YOU<br />
MY REGRET IS MAYBE I&#8217;VE STOPPED SHOWIN YOU<br />
NEVER MEANT YOUR HEART AN OUNCE OF HARM<br />
IF I DID, DON&#8217;T BELIEVE IT TO BE TRUE<br />
LET&#8217;S LOCK OURSELVES UP IN A ROOM FULL OF DARK<br />
OH BABY</p>
<p>SOMETIMES WE ALL NEED SAD SAD SONGS<br />
TO MAKE US HUMBLE TO MAKE US STRONG<br />
WE ALL NEED SAD SAD SONGS<br />
SO PUT ON SOME STRAIT, PUT ON SOME JONES</p>
<p>IT&#8217;S SO HARD<br />
NO ONE SAID IT WOULD BE EASY<br />
JUST STAY IN MY ARMS<br />
I DON&#8217;T WANT THIS LIFE TO LEAVE ME<br />
WE ALL NEED SAD SAD SONGS<br />
TO MAKE US HUMBLE TO MAKE US STRONG<br />
WE ALL NEED SAD SAD SONGS<br />
SO PUT ON SOME STRAIT, PUT ON SOME JONES</p>
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		<title>I Got You- Daisy O&#8217;Connor</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 10:11:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Miranda</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA["Kissing on the Corner"]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA["The Cracked Ones Let the Light In"]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Daisy O'Connor]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Words and music by Daisy O&#8217;Connor They say the cracked ones let the light in Once the darkness all spills out But you couldn&#8217;t drain the devil Can i purge it with this song? I don&#8217;t whisper among the dead I sing loud so they can hear About the little pieces of everything And how [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Words and music by Daisy O&#8217;Connor</p>
<p>They say the cracked ones let the light in<br />
Once the darkness all spills out<br />
But you couldn&#8217;t drain the devil<br />
Can i purge it with this song?<br />
I don&#8217;t whisper among the dead<br />
I sing loud so they can hear<br />
About the little pieces of everything<br />
And how we can make them breathe again</p>
<p>They say it gets better<br />
We grow into being weird<br />
Or do we just get used to<br />
not fitting in anywhere<br />
Looking around for someone to care</p>
<p>But I&#8217;ve got you.<br />
We see right through<br />
I&#8217;ve got you<br />
There&#8217;s me and you.</p>
<p>You were a raging high rocker<br />
Who turned a folk singers line<br />
Loved an unshockable woman<br />
Tried to turn the world with rhyme<br />
So we gave peace a chance<br />
And we do it every day<br />
Is anybody listening<br />
To the words I rarely say</p>
<p>But I&#8217;ve got you.<br />
We see right through<br />
I&#8217;ve got you<br />
There&#8217;s me and you.</p>
<p>Momma&#8217;s going blind<br />
But she stopped seeing long ago<br />
Didin&#8217;t want to see what&#8217;s going on with us<br />
All the colors that we show<br />
Let&#8217;s make it retroactive<br />
Til there&#8217;s only you and me<br />
kissing on the corner silently</p>
<p>But I&#8217;ve got you.<br />
We see right through<br />
I&#8217;ve got you<br />
There&#8217;s me and you.</p>
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		<title>The Fallen- Ray Prim</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 09:30:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Miranda</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Ray Prim]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Words and music by Ray Prim We are the stories untold down to our very last breath we are the only ones here we are the only ones left cause the cracked ones always let the light shine in we aren&#8217;t the only ones suffering we aren&#8217;t the only ones scared the past is here [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Words and music by Ray Prim</p>
<p>We are the stories untold<br />
down to our very last breath<br />
we are the only ones here<br />
we are the only ones left<br />
cause the cracked ones always let the light shine in<br />
we aren&#8217;t the only ones suffering<br />
we aren&#8217;t the only ones scared<br />
the past is here and the future&#8217;s uncertain<br />
as times stands still in the middle of nowhere<br />
cause the cracked ones always let the light shine in<br />
and disappear<br />
despair<br />
go home<br />
we&#8217;ll gain<br />
control<br />
what&#8217;s fair<br />
no one knows<br />
we&#8217;ll stand alone<br />
defend<br />
our own<br />
pretend<br />
we belong<br />
cause we are the stories untold<br />
cause the cracked ones always let the light shine in<br />
and disappear</p>
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		<title>Those Were The Days- Ray Prim</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 01:27:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Miranda</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA["Kissing on the Corner"]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ray Prim]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Words and Music by Ray Prim well I look back and smile now that I&#8217;m older reminisce and miss the days when I was younger before the bills, before the dreams, before the hunger the days before this chip was on my shoulder I remember talking till the sun went down I remember laughing, laughing [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Words and Music by Ray Prim</p>
<p>well I look back and smile now that I&#8217;m older<br />
reminisce and miss the days when I was younger<br />
before the bills, before the dreams, before the hunger<br />
the days before this chip was on my shoulder<br />
I remember talking till the sun went down<br />
I remember laughing, laughing out loud<br />
good things always happened<br />
when you were around<br />
like kissing on the corner<br />
walking down the street<br />
holding hands just as tight as we can<br />
going to the movies<br />
sneaking out to meet<br />
those were the days..those were the days<br />
I miss those days<br />
I miss those days<br />
don&#8217;t you<br />
I miss those days<br />
I miss those days<br />
cause i remember talking till the sun went down<br />
I remember laughing, laughing out loud<br />
good things always happened<br />
when you were around<br />
like kissing on the corner<br />
walking down the street<br />
holding hands just as tight as we can<br />
going to the movies<br />
sneaking out to meet<br />
those were the days..those were the days</p>
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		<title>Invite Them In- Daisy O&#8217;Connor</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 01:19:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Miranda</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA["Invite Them In]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just a red hat runaway shuffling by the stairs Walking sidewalks silent through the thick sheet of stares Broken homes teach us how to spread like the wind Dollar bill bird necklaces and a picture of Marilyn Come with me and I&#8217;ll show you the world you deserve Cascadian cloud comforts and a love that [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just a red hat runaway shuffling by the stairs<br />
Walking sidewalks silent through the thick sheet of stares<br />
Broken homes teach us how to spread like the wind<br />
Dollar bill bird necklaces and a picture of Marilyn</p>
<p>Come with me and I&#8217;ll show you the world you deserve<br />
Cascadian cloud comforts and a love that don&#8217;t desert<br />
I don&#8217;t have much at all but I&#8217;ll give what I can<br />
I got a road map to Terilingua and a place to rest your head</p>
<p>So go to sleep little girl<br />
Go to sleep while the world<br />
Wraps and reigns round and round<br />
Let your weight come unbound<br />
Fly with me to a place<br />
With creek flow and ribbon bend<br />
Wile away all your hours<br />
While crooked crows sing with the owls</p>
<p>The emptiness in your eyes crashed right into my shoe<br />
You stared straight down unfastened unpolished and blue<br />
Bleached and beached windblown hair with the curl so unkept<br />
Holographic beauty floats fearlessly through grey streets of empty depth</p>
<p>Come with me and I&#8217;ll show you the world you deserve<br />
The the whole world ain&#8217;t full of hatred<br />
There are some who still believe<br />
That everyone deserves a home<br />
And there&#8217;s enough to go around<br />
We can open up, invite them in<br />
And put our hands up to the sound</p>
<p>So go to sleep little girl<br />
Go to sleep while the world<br />
Wraps and reigns round and round<br />
Let your weight come unbound<br />
Fly with me to a place<br />
With creek flow and ribbon bend<br />
Wile away all your hours<br />
While crooked crows sing with the owls</p>
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		<title>When They Named it Main Street- Jon Gray</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 00:49:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Miranda</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA["Headlights Hit the Gravel Road"]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jon Gray]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Words and Music by Jon Gray When they named it main street, I&#8217;m sure it was everything it seemed But lookin through my blinds tonight, it ain&#8217;t all that much a dream With boarded up storefronts and chains on the doors, once a small man&#8217;s goal It&#8217;s nothin like the feelin that hides til you [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Words and Music by Jon Gray</p>
<p>When they named it main street, I&#8217;m sure it was everything it seemed<br />
But lookin through my blinds tonight, it ain&#8217;t all that much a dream<br />
With boarded up storefronts and chains on the doors, once a small man&#8217;s goal<br />
It&#8217;s nothin like the feelin that hides til you finally make it home<br />
When you get home and the headlights hit the gravel road<br />
You recognize the city limit sign like a sheet of solid gold<br />
That Graffitti Bridge is still standin, though farmer Baker has long since sold<br />
It&#8217;s still home<br />
When they named it main street, the lights were shinin bright<br />
I remember a time when time never mattered, any fool could own the night<br />
But these smoke filled skies hide our star gazed eyes, the truth is oh so clear<br />
I&#8217;m still young at heart, easily convinced, but this young heart just ain&#8217;t here<br />
I wanna go home, so my headlights hit the gravel road<br />
I&#8217;ll recognize the city limit sign like a sheet of solid gold<br />
That Graffitti Bridge is still standin, though farmer Baker has long since sold<br />
I wanna go home</p>
<p>When you get home and the headlights hit the gravel road<br />
You recognize the city limit sign like a sheet of solid gold<br />
Graffitti Bridge is still standin, though farmer Baker has long since sold<br />
It&#8217;s still home&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Thought I Found a Home- Jon Gray</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 00:38:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Miranda</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Words and Music by Jon Gray Once that welcome mat used to lay at our front door But now it&#8217;s soakin up memories on the basement floor I was lookin for shelter But in your arms, there ain&#8217;t nothin ever safe anymore Please tell me I&#8217;m wrong Help me save a piece of my crumblin&#8217; [...]]]></description>
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<p>Once that welcome mat used to lay at our front door<br />
But now it&#8217;s soakin up memories on the basement floor<br />
I was lookin for shelter<br />
But in your arms, there ain&#8217;t nothin ever safe anymore</p>
<p>Please tell me I&#8217;m wrong<br />
Help me save a piece of my crumblin&#8217; pride<br />
I thought I found a home<br />
But somethings you just can&#8217;t buy<br />
Thought I found a home</p>
<p>You hide a house full of bones with a skeleton key<br />
And wonder where my mind is at<br />
I&#8217;m only lookin for shelter<br />
But with you, I can never ever turn my back</p>
<p>Please tell me I&#8217;m wrong<br />
Help me save a piece of my crumblin&#8217; pride<br />
I thought I found a home<br />
But somethings you just can&#8217;t buy</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t need diamonds<br />
Never asked for pearls<br />
I&#8217;m just lookin&#8217; for someone in this world<br />
I need a home sweet home</p>
<p>Please tell me I&#8217;m wrong<br />
Help me save a piece of my crumblin&#8217; pride<br />
I thought I found a home<br />
Some things money just can&#8217;t buy</p>
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		<title>Thought I Found a Home- Daisy O&#8217;Connor</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 03:20:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Miranda</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Music &#38; Lyrics by Daisy O&#8217;Connor She laughed in bars of music Gentle tears raining down And I caught her words in my colander And strained them through the town Her lips burned with the promise of song And the secrets that she holds Amber essence overcomes the night And she will not be silenced [...]]]></description>
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<p>She laughed in bars of music<br />
Gentle tears raining down<br />
And I caught her words in my colander<br />
And strained them through the town<br />
Her lips burned with the promise of song<br />
And the secrets that she holds<br />
Amber essence overcomes the night<br />
And she will not be silenced I&#8217;m told</p>
<p>Crawl into my lamp and turn it on<br />
Little diamond<br />
In her twisted suitcase marked with charm<br />
I thought I&#8217;d found a home<br />
In my sleeping seed pod bones<br />
Lies the desert beacon calls<br />
Of a Las Vegas lipstick lonestar<br />
The lovely Lustre Pearl</p>
<p>I&#8217;m in her graveyard with no graves<br />
Guess I bought the plot too soon<br />
And my heart is my own prophet<br />
Preaching a major league quitter game<br />
I saw in her black notebook<br />
A list of names and mine crossed black<br />
Can the pitcher steal the second base<br />
If there&#8217;s nothing left intact</p>
<p>Crawl into my lamp and turn it on<br />
Little diamond<br />
In her twisted suitcase marked with charm<br />
I thought I&#8217;d found a home<br />
The desert beacon calls<br />
To the sleeping seed pod bones<br />
Of a Las Vegas lipstick lonestar<br />
Named the lovely Lustre Pearl<br />
Won&#8217;t you come on in and be my home?</p>
<p>She laughed in bars of music</p>
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