<?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-5659352948257237286</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:27:01.132+08:00</updated><category term='L'/><category term='A'/><category term='O'/><category term='G'/><category term='T'/><category term='C'/><category term='P'/><category term='F'/><category term='H'/><category term='J'/><category term='E'/><category term='W'/><category term='I'/><category term='Y'/><category term='D'/><category term='N'/><title type='text'>Old Song Lyric</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link 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ring&lt;br /&gt;Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door&lt;br /&gt;And as he gives it to her she begins to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;With a couple of kids running in the year of Desmond and Molly Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ever after in the market place&lt;br /&gt;Desmond lets the children lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;Molly stays at home and does her pretty face&lt;br /&gt;And in the evening she still sings it with the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ever after in the market place&lt;br /&gt;Molly lets the children land a hand&lt;br /&gt;Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face&lt;br /&gt;And in the evening she's a singer with the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want some fun, take ob-la-di ob-la-da&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-6621841590842260551?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-9012434529381827179</id><published>2008-08-10T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:23:53.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>Lady Madonna - The Beatles</title><content type='html'>Lady Madonna, children at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how you manage to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;Who finds the money when you pay for rent&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that money was heaven sent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night arrives without a suitcase&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning creeping like a nun&lt;br /&gt;Monday's child has learned ti tie his shoe-lace&lt;br /&gt;See how they run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Madonna, baby at your breast&lt;br /&gt;Wonders how you manage to feed the rest&lt;br /&gt;(see how they run)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Madonna, lying on the bed&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music playing in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday afternoon is never ending&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning papers didn't come&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night your stocking needed mending&lt;br /&gt;See how they run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Madonna, children at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how you manage to make ends meet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-9012434529381827179?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/9012434529381827179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=9012434529381827179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><title type='text'>We Can Work It Out - The Beatles</title><content type='html'>Try to see it my way&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?&lt;br /&gt;While you see it your way&lt;br /&gt;Run the risk of knowing that our love may  sson be gone&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out, we can work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;You can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Think of what I'm saying, we can work it out&lt;br /&gt;And get it straight, or say goonight&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out, we can work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very short and there's no time&lt;br /&gt;For fussing and fighting, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that it's a crime&lt;br /&gt;So I Will ask you once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to see it my way&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;While you see it your way&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance that we might fail apart before too long&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out, we can work it out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-9045352280057943653?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/9045352280057943653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=9045352280057943653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/9045352280057943653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/9045352280057943653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Lane&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is barber showing photographs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of every head he’s had the pleasure to know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And all the people that come and go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stop and say hello&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the corner is a banker with a motor car&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The little children laugh at him behind his back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the banker never wear a “mac”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the pouring rain, very strange&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Penny Lane&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; in my ears and in my eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wet beneath the blue suburban skies&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shit and meanwhile, back in &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Penny Lane&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-8088884903164209087?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8088884903164209087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=8088884903164209087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8088884903164209087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8088884903164209087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/penny-lane-beatles.html' title='Penny Lane – The Beatles'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-4319431032456581689</id><published>2008-06-13T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:21:47.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>The Long and Winding Road – The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The long and winding road that leads to your door&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will never disappear, I’ve seen that road before&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It always leads me here, lead me to your door&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The wild and windy night that the rain washed away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Has left a pool of tars, crying for the day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many times I’ve been alone and many times I’ve cried&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway you’ll never know the many ways I’ve tried&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But still they lead me back to the long winding road&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You left me standing here, a long time a go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t leave me waiting here, lead me to your door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Beatles'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-240431848080485625</id><published>2008-06-13T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:12:10.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>Thank You Girl – The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ooh ooh, you’ve been good to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You made glad when I was blue&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And eternally I’ll always be in love with you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And all I gotta do is thank you girl, thank you girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could tell the world a thing or two about our love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know little girl only a fool would doubt our love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And all I gotta do is thank you girl, thank you girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank ou girl for loving me the way that you do&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Way that you do&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s kind of love that is too good to be true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And all I gotta do is thank you girl, thank you girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Beatles'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-5179203254660860334</id><published>2008-06-11T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:50:22.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H'/><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye - The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say yes, I say no&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say stop and I say go go go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh no, you say goodbye and I say hello&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello, hello, I don’t know why you say goodbye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I say hello, hello, hello I don’t know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I say high, you say low&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say why and I say I don’t know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why why why why why why&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you say goodbye goodbye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say yes (I say yes)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I say no, you say stop and I say go go go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello, hello, I don’t know why you say goodbye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I say hello, hello, hela heba hello-a&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hle heba hello-a, hela heba hello-a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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Beatles'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-5287807716664307523</id><published>2008-06-11T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:49:51.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Paperback Writer – The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dear sir or madam will you read my book?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It took me years to write, will you take a look?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Based on a novel by a man named Lear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I need a job so I want to be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A paperback writer, paperback writer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s dirty story of dirty man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And his clinging wife doesn’t understand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;His son is working for the Daily Mail&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s steady job but he wants to be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A paperback writer, paperback writer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a thousand pages, give or take a few&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll be writing more in a week or two&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can make it longer if you like the style&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can change it ‘round and I want to be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paperback writer, paperback writer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you really like it you can have the rights&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It could make a million for you overnight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you must return it you can send it here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I need a break and I want to be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A paperback writer, paperback writer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paperback writer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-5287807716664307523?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/5287807716664307523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-8557543024797614409</id><published>2008-06-11T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:52:11.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><title type='text'>Get Back - The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Jojo was man who thought he was loner&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But he knew it couldn’t last&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jojo left his home in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tucson&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For some &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; grass&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Get back Jojo), go home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sweet Loretta Modern thought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was a woman, but she was another man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the girls around her say she’s got to coming&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But she gets it while she can&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get back Loretta, your mother is waiting for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wearing her high heal shoes and low neck sweater&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get back home, Loretta, get back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-8557543024797614409?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8557543024797614409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=8557543024797614409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8557543024797614409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8557543024797614409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-back-beatles.html' title='Get Back - The Beatles'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-6643856682069300798</id><published>2008-06-11T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:56:35.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H'/><title type='text'>Hotel California – The Eagles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a dark desert high way, cool wind in my hair&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Warm smell of colitas rising up to the air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had to stop for the night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There she stood in the doorway&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I heard the mission bell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I was thinking to myself&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This could be heaven and this could be hell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then she lit up the candle, and she showed me the way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were voices down the corridor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought I heard then say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Welcome to the Hotel California&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Such a lovely place&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Such a lovely place&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plenty of room at the Hotel California&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Any time of year&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can find it here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some dance to remember, some dance to forget&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I called up the captain “please bring my wine”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He said “we haven’t had that spirit here since 1969”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And still those voices are calling from far away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wake you up in the middle of the night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just to hear them say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Welcome to the Hotel California&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Such a lovely place, such a lovely&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They livin’ it up at the Hotel California&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a nice surprise, bring you alibis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne in ice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And she said “we are all just prisoners here of our own device”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And in the master’s chambers, they gathered for the feast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They stab with their steely knife&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But they just can’t kill the beast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last thing I remember, I was running for the door&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had to find the passage back to the place I was before&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Relax,” said the night man “we are programmed to receive&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can check out any time you like&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you can never leave&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-6643856682069300798?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/6643856682069300798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=6643856682069300798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>To Love Somebody – Bee Gees</title><content type='html'>There’s a light certain kind of light&lt;br /&gt;That never shone on me&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to be lived with you&lt;br /&gt;Lived with you&lt;br /&gt;There’s a way everybody say&lt;br /&gt;To do each and every little thing&lt;br /&gt;But what does it bring&lt;br /&gt;If I ain’t got you, ain’t got you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody, to love somebody&lt;br /&gt;The way I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my brain I see your face again&lt;br /&gt;I know my frame of mind&lt;br /&gt;You ain’t got to be so blind&lt;br /&gt;And I’m blind, so, so, so very blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a man can’t you see what I am&lt;br /&gt;I live and I breathe for you&lt;br /&gt;But what god does I do&lt;br /&gt;When I ain’t got you, ain’t got you baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-3534996116137001501?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/3534996116137001501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=3534996116137001501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/3534996116137001501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/3534996116137001501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-love-somebody-bee-gees.html' title='To Love Somebody – Bee Gees'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-4567291517755921463</id><published>2008-06-11T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:46:59.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C'/><title type='text'>Cotton Fields - C.C.R</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was a little bitty baby&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mama would rock me in the cradle&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In them old cotton fields back home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh well those cotton bolls get rotten&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can pick very much cotton&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In them old cotton fields back home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was down in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just about a mile from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texarkana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In them old cotton fields back home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-4567291517755921463?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-8840856948090803601</id><published>2008-06-08T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:40:10.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'>Ebony And Ivory – Paul McCartney With Stevie Wonder</title><content type='html'>Ebony and Ivory&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Live together in perfect harmony&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Side by side on my piano keyboard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh lord why don’t we&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all know that people are the same&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wherever you go, there is good and bad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In everyone when we learn to live&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We learn to give each other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What we need to survive, together alive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ebony and Ivory living in perfect harmony &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ebony and Ivory livin’ in perfect harmony &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ebony and Ivory livin’ in perfect harmony &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ebony and Ivory livin’ in perfect harmony &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-8840856948090803601?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8840856948090803601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=8840856948090803601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8840856948090803601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8840856948090803601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/ebony-and-ivory-paul-mccartney-with.html' title='Ebony And Ivory – Paul McCartney With Stevie Wonder'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-3288560073790207587</id><published>2008-06-08T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:36:27.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F'/><title type='text'>Fernando – Abba</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you hear the drum Fernando?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember long ago another starry night like this&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the firelight Fernando, you were humming to yourself&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And softly strumming your guitar, I could hear the distant drums&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And sounds of bugle calls were coming from the far&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They were now closer Fernando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every hour, every minute seemed to last eternally&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was so afraid Fernando, we were young and full of life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And none of us prepared to die, and I’m ashamed to say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was something in the air that night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The stars were bright Fernando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They were shining there for you and me for liberty Fernando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though we never thought that we could lose, there’s no regret&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I had to do the same again I would my friend Fernando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I had to do the same again I would my friend Fernando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now we’re old and grey Fernando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And since many years I haven’t seen a rifle in your hand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you hear the drums Fernando?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rio Grande&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-3288560073790207587?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/3288560073790207587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=3288560073790207587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/3288560073790207587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/3288560073790207587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/fernando-abba.html' title='Fernando – Abba'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-1114448458726717521</id><published>2008-06-08T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:32:08.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Dust In The Wind – Kansas</title><content type='html'>I close my eyes only for a moment&lt;br /&gt;And the moment’s gone&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams pass before my eyes a curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, all they are dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Same old song just a drop water&lt;br /&gt;In an endless sea all we do&lt;br /&gt;Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, all they are dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hang on&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lost forever but the earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;It slips away&lt;br /&gt;And all your money won’t another minute buy&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-1114448458726717521?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/1114448458726717521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=1114448458726717521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/1114448458726717521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/1114448458726717521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/dust-in-wind-kansas.html' title='Dust In The Wind – Kansas'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-4525731760173900980</id><published>2008-06-08T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:30:03.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J'/><title type='text'>Jambalaya – Hank Williams</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Joe, me gotta go me oh, my oh  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me gotta go pole the piroque down the bayou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Y-vonne the sweetest one, me oh, my oh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Son of gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thibodaux&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kin folk come to see Y-vonne by the dozen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dress In style and go hog wild, me oh my oh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Son of gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jambalaya and crawfish pie and fillet gumbo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my cher a mio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pick guitar. Fill fruit jar and be gayo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Son of gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-4525731760173900980?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/4525731760173900980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=4525731760173900980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/4525731760173900980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/4525731760173900980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/jambalaya-hank-williams.html' title='Jambalaya – Hank Williams'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-8625441622956565815</id><published>2008-06-08T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:27:30.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C'/><title type='text'>Close To You (They Long To Be) – Carpenters</title><content type='html'>Why do birds suddenly appear?&lt;br /&gt;Every time you are near&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be close to you&lt;br /&gt;Why do tsars fall down from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Every time you walk by&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day you were born&lt;br /&gt;The angel got together and decided&lt;br /&gt;To create a dream comes true&lt;br /&gt;So they sprinkled moon dust&lt;br /&gt;In your hair of gold and starlight&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why all the boys in town&lt;br /&gt;Follow you all around&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be close to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-8625441622956565815?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8625441622956565815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=8625441622956565815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8625441622956565815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8625441622956565815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/close-to-you-they-long-to-be-carpenters.html' title='Close To You (They Long To Be) – Carpenters'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-8915628162890658269</id><published>2008-06-08T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:26:46.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F'/><title type='text'>Feeling – Morris Albert</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Feeling, nothing more than feelings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trying to forget my feelings of love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teardrops, rolling down on my face&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trying to forget my feelings of love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feelings for my life I feel it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish I’ll never met you girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ll never come again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feelings, ooh, ooh, ooh feelings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ooh, ooh, ooh feelings again in my arms&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feeling, feelings like I never lost you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And feelings like I never have you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again in my heart (life)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feelings, ooh, ooh, ooh feelings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ooh, ooh, ooh feelings again in my arms&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feelings, ooh, ooh, ooh feelings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ooh, ooh, ooh feelings again in my arms&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-8915628162890658269?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8915628162890658269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=8915628162890658269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8915628162890658269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8915628162890658269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-morris-albert.html' title='Feeling – Morris Albert'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-2534251862460559153</id><published>2008-06-08T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:25:41.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Y'/><title type='text'>You’ve Got A Friend – James Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you’re down and troubled&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And you need some love and care&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And nothin’, nothin’ is goin right&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Close your eyes and think of me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And soon I will be there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To brighten up even you darkest night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You just callout my name&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And you know wherever I am&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll come runnin’ to see you again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Winter spring, summer fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All you got to do this call&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’ll be there, you’ve got a friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If the sky above you grows dark&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And full of clouds&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that o’ north wind begins to blow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keep your head together&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And call my name out loud&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon you’ll hear me knockin’ at your door&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now ain’t it good to know that you’ve got the friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When people can be cold&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They’ll hurt you, yes and desert you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And take your soul if you let them&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, I will you’ve got friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ve got a friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aint’s good to know you’ve got a friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-2534251862460559153?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/2534251862460559153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=2534251862460559153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/2534251862460559153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/2534251862460559153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/youve-got-friend-james-taylor.html' title='You’ve Got A Friend – James Taylor'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-8668149002068343723</id><published>2008-06-08T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:24:41.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><title type='text'>Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love For You – Glenn Medeiros</title><content type='html'>If I had to live without you near me  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The days would all be empty&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The night would seem so long&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With you I see forever oh so clearly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I might have been in love before&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it never felt this strong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our dreams are young and we both know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They’ll take us where we want to go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hold me now, touch me now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to live without you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing gonna changes my life for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You oughta know by now how much I love you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll never ask for more than your love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing gonna changes my life for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You oughta know by now how much I love you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The world may change my whole life through&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But nothing’s gonna change my love for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If the read ahead is not so easy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our love will lead the way for us&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like a guilding stars&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll be there for you if you should need me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You don’t have to change a thing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you just the way you’re&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So come with me and share the view&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll help you see forever too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hold me now, touch me now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to live without you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-8668149002068343723?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/8668149002068343723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=8668149002068343723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8668149002068343723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/8668149002068343723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html' title='Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love For You – Glenn Medeiros'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-5745433754249547654</id><published>2008-06-08T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:23:22.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>Love Me Tender – Elvis Presley</title><content type='html'>Love me tender, love me sweet  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never let me go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You have made my life complete and I love you so&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love me tender, love me true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All my dreams fulfill&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For, my darlin’ I love you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I always will&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love me tender, love me long&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take me to your heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For it’s there that I belong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And we’ll never part&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love me tender, love me dear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tell me your mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll be yours through all the years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till the end of time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When at last my dreams come true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Darling, this I know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happiness will follow you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everywhere you go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-5745433754249547654?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/5745433754249547654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=5745433754249547654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/5745433754249547654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/5745433754249547654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-me-tender-elvis-presley.html' title='Love Me Tender – Elvis Presley'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-1546304401363294183</id><published>2008-06-08T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:22:05.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>The End Of The World – Skeeter Davis</title><content type='html'>Why does the sun go on shining?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sea rush to shore?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you don’t love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the birds go on singing?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the stars glow above?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;It ended when I lost your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why every the same it was?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t understand, no I can’t understand&lt;br /&gt;How life goes on the way it does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart go on beating?&lt;br /&gt;Why do these eyes of mine cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;It ended when you say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-1546304401363294183?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/1546304401363294183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=1546304401363294183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/1546304401363294183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/1546304401363294183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-world-skeeter-davis.html' title='The End Of The World – Skeeter Davis'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-5286875329523256361</id><published>2008-06-08T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:21:12.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Imagine – John Lennon</title><content type='html'>Imagine there’s no heaven it’s easy if you try&lt;br /&gt;No hell below us, above us only sky&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people living for today&lt;br /&gt;Ah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there’s no countries it isn’t hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for and no religion too&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people living live in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You…you may say I’m a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope some day you’ll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one (living as one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can&lt;br /&gt;No need for greed or hunger a brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people sharing all the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-5286875329523256361?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/5286875329523256361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=5286875329523256361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/5286875329523256361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/5286875329523256361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/imagine-john-lennon.html' title='Imagine – John Lennon'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-3494221892814115740</id><published>2008-06-08T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:20:25.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love – The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love love love, love love love, love love love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s nothing there you can do that can’t be done&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing you can sing, that can’t be sung&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing you can say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you can learn how to play game, it’s easy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing you can make, that can’t be made&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one you can save, that can’t be saved&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing you can do but you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Learn how to be you in time, it’s easy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All you need is love, all you need is love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All you need is love; love is all you need&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love love love, love love love, love love love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing you can see that isn’t shown&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s nowhere you can be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That isn’t where you’re meant to be, it’s easy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-3494221892814115740?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/3494221892814115740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=3494221892814115740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/3494221892814115740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/3494221892814115740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-you-need-is-love-beatles.html' title='All You Need Is Love – The Beatles'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-6107049521933186993</id><published>2008-06-08T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:19:20.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Donna Donna – Joan Baez</title><content type='html'>On a wagon bound for market&lt;br /&gt;There’s a calf with mournful eye&lt;br /&gt;High above him there’s a swallow&lt;br /&gt;Winging swiftly trough the sky&lt;br /&gt;How the winds are laughing&lt;br /&gt;They laugh with all their might&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and laugh the whole day through&lt;br /&gt;And half the summer’s night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna Donna Donna Donna&lt;br /&gt;Donna Donna Donna Donna&lt;br /&gt;Donna Donna Donna Donna&lt;br /&gt;Donna Donna Donna Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop complaining” said the farmer&lt;br /&gt;“Who told you calf to be why don’t you have wings to fly with&lt;br /&gt;Like the swallow so proud and free?”&lt;br /&gt;How the winds are laughing&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and laugh the whole day through&lt;br /&gt;And half the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calves are easily bound and slaughtered&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing the reason why&lt;br /&gt;But whoever treasures freedom&lt;br /&gt;Like the swallow has learned to fly&lt;br /&gt;How the winds are laughing&lt;br /&gt;They laugh with all their might&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and laugh the whole day trough&lt;br /&gt;And half the summer’s night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-6107049521933186993?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/6107049521933186993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5659352948257237286&amp;postID=6107049521933186993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/6107049521933186993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5659352948257237286/posts/default/6107049521933186993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/2008/06/donna-donna-joan-baez.html' title='Donna Donna – Joan Baez'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011304023606693261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFaDBsW5TPI/TWiiYPj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/27r41k1WY1g/s220/21963_1180546841992_1477824582_30413557_2832014_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659352948257237286.post-1647225277875130672</id><published>2008-06-08T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:18:30.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Autumn Leave – Roger William &amp; Chorus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The falling leaves drift by the windows&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The autumn leaves of red and gold&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see your lips the summer kisses&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sun burned hands I used to hold&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since you went away the days grow long&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I miss you most of all my darling&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When autumn leaves start to fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5659352948257237286-1647225277875130672?l=oldsonglyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldsonglyric.blogspot.com/feeds/1647225277875130672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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