<?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-286154156417441754</id><updated>2011-05-06T09:02:46.811+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Belho's World</title><subtitle type='html'>Things I'd share with you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-5035654906284016865</id><published>2009-03-14T15:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:18:26.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>House That Never Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/contemporary/06%20-%20The%20House%20That%20Never%20Was.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no nails, in the floor&lt;br /&gt;Got no hinges on the door&lt;br /&gt;Empty frames on the walls&lt;br /&gt;Aint no ghost in the halls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can build with earth and stone&lt;br /&gt;Make a place of your own&lt;br /&gt;But the house that has no love&lt;br /&gt;Is the house that never was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no dog, on the stair&lt;br /&gt;Got no car, in the shed&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no number, on the sign&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no bird up on the power line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can build with earth and stone&lt;br /&gt;Make a place of your own&lt;br /&gt;But the house that has no love&lt;br /&gt;Is the house that never was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind dont blow through the trees&lt;br /&gt;No one comes and no one leaves&lt;br /&gt;You can live anywhere&lt;br /&gt;But it don't mean your really there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can build with earth and stone&lt;br /&gt;Make a place of your own&lt;br /&gt;But the house that has no love&lt;br /&gt;Is the house that never was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the house that has no love&lt;br /&gt;Is the house that never was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-5035654906284016865?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5035654906284016865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=5035654906284016865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/5035654906284016865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/5035654906284016865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/house-that-never-was.html' title='House That Never Was'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6290368329016329722</id><published>2009-03-14T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:35:06.608+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Come on Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/contemporary/Jem%20-%2002%20-%20Come%20On%20Closer.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on closer&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;What I'd like to do&lt;br /&gt;You sit back now&lt;br /&gt;Just relax now&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot temptations&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sensations&lt;br /&gt;Infiltrating through&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sensations&lt;br /&gt;Hot temptations&lt;br /&gt;Coming over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take it slow babe&lt;br /&gt;Do it my way&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;Your reaction&lt;br /&gt;To my action&lt;br /&gt;Is what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhythmic motion&lt;br /&gt;Raw emotion&lt;br /&gt;Infiltrating through&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sensations&lt;br /&gt;Hot temptations&lt;br /&gt;Coming over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're satisfied&lt;br /&gt;A twinkle in your eye&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep for ten&lt;br /&gt;And anticipating&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to wake again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot temptations&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sensations&lt;br /&gt;Infiltrating through&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sensations&lt;br /&gt;Hot temptations&lt;br /&gt;Coming over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When you wake up we'll&lt;br /&gt;Do it all again)&lt;br /&gt;(When you wake up)&lt;br /&gt;(When you wake up we'll&lt;br /&gt;Do it all again)&lt;br /&gt;(When you wake up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour after hour&lt;br /&gt;Of sweet pleasure&lt;br /&gt;After this I guarantee&lt;br /&gt;You'll never wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;Shut your eyes and think about&lt;br /&gt;What I'm about to do&lt;br /&gt;Sit back relax I'll take my time&lt;br /&gt;This lovin's all for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-6290368329016329722?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6290368329016329722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=6290368329016329722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6290368329016329722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6290368329016329722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-on-closer.html' title='Come on Closer'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-2418394141060804514</id><published>2009-03-01T12:42:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:29:36.764+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/contemporary/08%20the%20day%20before%20the%20day.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeches won't be made today, clocks will carry on&lt;br /&gt;Flowers won't be left in parks, work will still be done&lt;br /&gt;People won't be dressed in black, babies will be born&lt;br /&gt;No flags will fly, the sun will rise,&lt;br /&gt;though we will know that you are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You who love to love and believed we can never give enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wakes me every single night, thinking through the day&lt;br /&gt;Did you stop at any time, have doubts at any stage&lt;br /&gt;Were you calm or were you numb or happy just to get it done&lt;br /&gt;I've lived my life without regret until today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and You who love to love and believed we can never give enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to say goodbye the day before the day&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to get to work on time, that's why I turned away&lt;br /&gt;And missed the most important thing you've ever tried to say&lt;br /&gt;I've lived my life without regret until today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You who love to love and believed we can never give enough&lt;br /&gt;And you who hoped that underneath we all felt the same&lt;br /&gt;That was until the day before the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-2418394141060804514?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2418394141060804514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=2418394141060804514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/2418394141060804514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/2418394141060804514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-before-day.html' title='The Day Before The Day'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-8808563412435052769</id><published>2009-01-24T22:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:56:37.404+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/contemporary/(09)%20Yael%20Naim%20-%20New%20Soul.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a new soul&lt;br /&gt;I came to this strange world&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take&lt;br /&gt;But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself making every possible mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la (21x)&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la (21x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm a young soul in this very strange world&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake&lt;br /&gt;But why all this hate? try to communicate&lt;br /&gt;Finding trust and love is not always easy to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la (21x)&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la (21x)&lt;br /&gt;uuuhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a happy end&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Everything you have done&lt;br /&gt;Why's everything so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a happy end&lt;br /&gt;Come and give me your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a new soul&lt;br /&gt;I came to this strange world&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take&lt;br /&gt;But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself making every possible mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New soul...&lt;br /&gt;(la, la, la, la,...)&lt;br /&gt;In this very strange world...&lt;br /&gt;(la, la, la, la,...)&lt;br /&gt;Every possible mistake&lt;br /&gt;(la, la, la, la,...)&lt;br /&gt;Possible mistake&lt;br /&gt;(la, la, la, la,...)&lt;br /&gt;Every possible mistake&lt;br /&gt;(la, la, la, la,...)&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-8808563412435052769?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8808563412435052769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=8808563412435052769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8808563412435052769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8808563412435052769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-soul.html' title='New Soul'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-3380658052480105573</id><published>2009-01-24T22:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:32:59.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Almost Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/contemporary/(10)%20A%20Fine%20Frenzy%20-%20Almost%20Lover.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fingertips across my skin&lt;br /&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;You sang me spanish lullabies&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Clever trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;I should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand and danced with me&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;And when you left you kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;I should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Without you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;So you're gone and I'm haunted&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;br /&gt;Did I make it that easy&lt;br /&gt;To walk right in and out of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;I should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-3380658052480105573?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3380658052480105573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=3380658052480105573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3380658052480105573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3380658052480105573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-lover.html' title='Almost Lover'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6143411642332553418</id><published>2008-12-26T20:50:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:30:47.291+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So Clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/BluesJazz/Bert%20Jansch%20%26%20John%20Renbourn%20-%20So%20Clear1.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bert Jansch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;font color=white&gt;..............&lt;/font&gt;A/C#&lt;br /&gt;It was in the rain - y season&lt;br /&gt;Bm&lt;font color=white&gt;.............&lt;/font&gt;F#&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the train&lt;br /&gt;Bm&lt;font color=white&gt;.............&lt;/font&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Leaving in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;.....&lt;/font&gt;C#(sus4)&lt;font color=white&gt;......&lt;/font&gt;F#(sus4) F#&lt;br /&gt;All on your own a - gain&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;font color=white&gt;......................&lt;/font&gt;Bm7&lt;br /&gt;Do you really under - stand it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;.......&lt;/font&gt;E&lt;font color=white&gt;...................&lt;/font&gt;Bm7&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me why it is this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;....&lt;/font&gt;A&lt;font color=white&gt;....&lt;/font&gt;D&lt;font color=white&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;A&lt;font color=white&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;G&lt;font color=white&gt;.........&lt;/font&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Sad lady and her portman - teau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;....&lt;/font&gt;Bm&lt;font color=white&gt;................&lt;/font&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;With no words left to say&lt;br /&gt;Gmaj7&lt;font color=white&gt;................&lt;/font&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Saving that it's only something&lt;br /&gt;A/C#&lt;font color=white&gt;....&lt;/font&gt;Bm&lt;font color=white&gt;.........&lt;/font&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;That can happen any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toulouse, circus rider&lt;br /&gt;Turn on your childish grin&lt;br /&gt;Shine on through the long black night&lt;br /&gt;Go ride the dawn again&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are stars that sweetly twinkle&lt;br /&gt;Aureola round your head of flame&lt;br /&gt;Sad story that you cannot tell&lt;br /&gt;Where no-one is to blame&lt;br /&gt;And anyhow it's only something&lt;br /&gt;Sure to come down with the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;font color=white&gt;....&lt;/font&gt;A&lt;font color=white&gt;.............&lt;/font&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;Would I could hear a song so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;....&lt;/font&gt;Dmaj7&lt;font color=white&gt;.............&lt;/font&gt;A/C#&lt;br /&gt;The words could touch the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;.....&lt;/font&gt;F#m&lt;font color=white&gt;..................&lt;/font&gt;Bm7&lt;br /&gt;And catch the moon's re - flection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;.......&lt;/font&gt;E&lt;font color=white&gt;...............&lt;/font&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;In the colour of her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;A&lt;font color=white&gt;................&lt;/font&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;To ease this ache of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;....&lt;/font&gt;Dmaj7&lt;font color=white&gt;............&lt;/font&gt;A/C#&lt;font color=white&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;Bm&lt;font color=white&gt;....&lt;/font&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;And blind the fish - es'   stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now I do remember&lt;br /&gt;One thing more that is not told&lt;br /&gt;Just a slightly twisted crystal heart&lt;br /&gt;To keep you from the cold&lt;br /&gt;All up the coast along the highway&lt;br /&gt;Nobody there will know your name&lt;br /&gt;So strange how things should work out now&lt;br /&gt;Yet still remain the same&lt;br /&gt;And even so you know there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;That can ever really change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-6143411642332553418?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6143411642332553418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=6143411642332553418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6143411642332553418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6143411642332553418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-clear.html' title='So Clear'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-4645201352459831241</id><published>2008-12-13T02:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:17:07.869+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/contemporary/(02)%20Amy%20MacDonald%20-%20This%20Is%20The%20Life.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the wind whistles down&lt;br /&gt;The cold dark street tonight&lt;br /&gt;And the people they were dancing to the music vibe&lt;br /&gt;And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair&lt;br /&gt;While the shy tormented youth sit way over there&lt;br /&gt;And the songs they get louder&lt;br /&gt;Each one better than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're singing the songs&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is the life&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're singing the songs&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is the life&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your heading down the road in your taxi for four&lt;br /&gt;And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door&lt;br /&gt;But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four&lt;br /&gt;So you're sitting there with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew&lt;br /&gt;And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're singing the songs&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is the life&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're singing the songs&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is the life&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're singing the songs&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is the life&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're singing the songs&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is the life&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're singing the songs&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is the life&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're singing the songs&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is the life&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-4645201352459831241?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4645201352459831241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=4645201352459831241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/4645201352459831241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/4645201352459831241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-life.html' title='This is the Life'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-8447304074857881922</id><published>2008-12-09T12:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:20:04.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coward of the County</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Kenny_Rogers-Coward_of_the_County.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.&lt;br /&gt;He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.&lt;br /&gt;His mama called him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow,&lt;br /&gt;But something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.&lt;br /&gt;I took care of Tommy 'cause he was my brother's son.&lt;br /&gt;I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy:&lt;br /&gt;"Son, my life is over, but yours has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from trouble if you can.&lt;br /&gt;Now it don't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're old enough to understand:&lt;br /&gt;Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone for ev'ryone and Tommy's love was Becky.&lt;br /&gt;In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man.&lt;br /&gt;One day while he was workin' the Gatlin boys came callin'.&lt;br /&gt;They took turns at Becky.... n' there were three of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy opened up the door and saw his Becky cryin'.&lt;br /&gt;The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.&lt;br /&gt;He reached above the fireplace took down his daddy's picture.&lt;br /&gt;As his tears fell on his daddy's face, I heard these words again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from trouble if you can.&lt;br /&gt;Now it don't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're old enough to understand:&lt;br /&gt;Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom.&lt;br /&gt;One of them got up met him halfway 'cross the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy turned around they said, "Hey look! ol' yellow's leavin'."&lt;br /&gt;But you coulda heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and locked&lt;br /&gt;the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all.&lt;br /&gt;When Tommy left the barroom not a Gatlin boy was standin'.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "This one's for Becky," as he watched the last one fall.&lt;br /&gt;And I heard him say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you've done.&lt;br /&gt;I've walked away from trouble when I can.&lt;br /&gt;Now please don't think I'm weak, I couldn't turn the other cheek,&lt;br /&gt;Papa, I sure hope you understand:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-8447304074857881922?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8447304074857881922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=8447304074857881922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8447304074857881922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8447304074857881922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/coward-of-county.html' title='Coward of the County'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-7271608803922734191</id><published>2008-12-09T09:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:29.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You never gave up on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/You_Never_Gave_Up_On_Me.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the times you stood by me,&lt;br /&gt;Through right and wrong,&lt;br /&gt;For being there to catch me when I’d fall,&lt;br /&gt;I love you for your faith in me,&lt;br /&gt;For all the joys you've given me,&lt;br /&gt;But there’s one thing makes me love you most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never gave up on me when I was giving love up on you,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I thought this love can't work&lt;br /&gt;You stayed to see it through.&lt;br /&gt;You never gave up on me when I was making&lt;br /&gt;Things rough on you&lt;br /&gt;And you showed me what it really means to love somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though sometimes we might not see thing eye to eye,&lt;br /&gt;You've always met me more than half the way,&lt;br /&gt;So for all the times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;And you could have packed your things and gone,&lt;br /&gt;I love you most of all because you stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never gave up on me&lt;br /&gt;When I was given love up on you,&lt;br /&gt;Never mattered who was right or wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You stayed to see it through,&lt;br /&gt;You never gave up on me,&lt;br /&gt;When I was making things rough on you,&lt;br /&gt;And you showed me what it really means to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times I just knew you,&lt;br /&gt;Did not understand the moods,&lt;br /&gt;All those long and sleepless nights I put us through,&lt;br /&gt;But you stuck by me anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me love everyday&lt;br /&gt;And now there’s nothing,&lt;br /&gt;In this world I wouldn't do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never gave up on me,&lt;br /&gt;When I was giving love up on you,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I thought this love can't work,&lt;br /&gt;You stayed to see it through,&lt;br /&gt;You never gave up on me when,&lt;br /&gt;I was making things rough on you,&lt;br /&gt;And you showed me what it really means to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never gave up on me,&lt;br /&gt;When I was giving love up on you,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I thought this love can’t work,&lt;br /&gt;You stayed to see it through,&lt;br /&gt;You never gave up on me when I was,&lt;br /&gt;Making things rough on you,&lt;br /&gt;And you showed me what it really means to love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-7271608803922734191?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7271608803922734191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=7271608803922734191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7271608803922734191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7271608803922734191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-never-gave-up-on-me.html' title='You never gave up on me'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-660188813813746915</id><published>2008-11-21T23:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:11:34.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream A Little Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Dream_a_Little_Dream.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(F. Andree / W. Schundt / G. Khan )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining bright above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper I love you&lt;br /&gt;Birds singing in the sycamore tree&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say nighty-night and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me&lt;br /&gt;While I'm alone and blue as can be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading, but I linger on dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading, but I linger on dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave our worries far behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams - our worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-660188813813746915?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/660188813813746915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=660188813813746915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/660188813813746915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/660188813813746915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-little-dream.html' title='Dream A Little Dream'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-5989453007249579473</id><published>2008-11-21T23:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:03:17.127+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Pete_Murray_-_So_Beautiful.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pete Murray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found myself just the other day&lt;br /&gt;In the backyard of a friends place&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the crowd you're in,&lt;br /&gt;What you're up to, where you've been,&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the clothes that you wear, and the colour in your hair,&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't change you,&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me why is it so,&lt;br /&gt;You're bigger than Mighty Joe&lt;br /&gt;At least you think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God my fingers burned,&lt;br /&gt;Now when I think of touching your hair&lt;br /&gt;You have changed so much that I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;If I can call you, and tell you I care&lt;br /&gt;And I would love to bring you down,&lt;br /&gt;Plant your feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw my smoke down on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Turned my head and I heard the sound, that reminded me&lt;br /&gt;Of the days so young and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Always so much fun to me&lt;br /&gt;At least I thought so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you think you're so damn fine,&lt;br /&gt;You could rule the world,&lt;br /&gt;No not mine,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God my fingers burned,&lt;br /&gt;Now when I think of touching your hair,&lt;br /&gt;You have changed so much, that I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;If I can call you and tell you I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the scene that you're in,&lt;br /&gt;And the people that you've been with,&lt;br /&gt;Just get to me&lt;br /&gt;But you think I'm not as cool&lt;br /&gt;As you are so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Who you foolin?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm here to tell you babe,&lt;br /&gt;The game you're in, is just a game&lt;br /&gt;So damn pretentious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God my fingers burned,&lt;br /&gt;Now when I think of touching your hair,&lt;br /&gt;You have changed so much that I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;If I can call you, and tell you I care&lt;br /&gt;And I would love to bring you down,&lt;br /&gt;Plant your feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're so beautiful....So beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-5989453007249579473?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5989453007249579473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=5989453007249579473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/5989453007249579473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/5989453007249579473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-beautiful.html' title='So Beautiful'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6828998092841585010</id><published>2008-11-21T19:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:59:20.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Lullaby.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, lay me down, hold me closely in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And I will close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Please, promise me that when I wake up from my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You'll be there by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, if you say you won't slip away&lt;br /&gt;Then I can go dreaming of forever more&lt;br /&gt;But I won't rest until&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll be here in the morning by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in my reach&lt;br /&gt;I can see the one that I've waited for so long&lt;br /&gt;And deep in my heart I'll know the arms that hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Will hold me from now on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-6828998092841585010?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6828998092841585010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=6828998092841585010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6828998092841585010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6828998092841585010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/lullaby.html' title='Lullaby'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-8629071329638692421</id><published>2008-11-21T08:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:03:14.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Carry On Till Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Carry_on_Till_Tomorrow.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band:Badfingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In younger days, I told myself my life would be my own&lt;br /&gt;And I'd leave the place where sunshine never shone&lt;br /&gt;For my life's too short for waiting when I see the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;Then I know again that I must carry on&lt;br /&gt;Carry on till tomorrow, there's no reason to look back&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, carry on, carry on&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the shadows of the clouds and onward to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Carry on till I find the rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;For my life's too short for waiting when I see the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;Then I know again that I must carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on till tomorrow, there's no reason to look back&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, carry on, carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting on the wings of freedom, leave this stormy day&lt;br /&gt;And we'll ride to tomorrow's golden fields&lt;br /&gt;For my life's too short for waiting when I see the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;Then I know again that I must carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, carry on, carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the heavy journey's done, I'll rest my weary head&lt;br /&gt;For the world and its colours will be mine&lt;br /&gt;For my life's too short for waiting when I see the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;Then I know again that I must carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on till tomorrow, there's no reason to look back&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, carry on, carry on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-8629071329638692421?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8629071329638692421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=8629071329638692421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8629071329638692421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8629071329638692421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/carry-on-till-tomorrow.html' title='Carry On Till Tomorrow'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-8777063664486301137</id><published>2008-10-31T09:11:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:29:10.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This song is a melodious one...quite sentimental again and I'm not necessarily feeling blue;)...just linking it for records. again the credit goes to atuo, surprisingly though I really loved Ritchie Blackmore, I'd never heard it before 2003. I had been away from Nagaland for so long and i did miss out the music scene...still I'm struggling to catch up. We have Saturday set aside for recordings and jamming. Hopefully if everything is fine, we should have our brand of music by next year, maybe include paulie's too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300"height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/wish_u_were_here.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Band: Blackmore's Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;Me, oh, my country man,&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, the snow is getting colder,&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you like hell,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling blue...&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;Me, oh, my country man,&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, the snow is getting colder,&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you like hell,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling blue...&lt;br /&gt;I've got feelings for you,&lt;br /&gt;Do you still feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I laid my eyes on you,&lt;br /&gt;I felt joy of living,&lt;br /&gt;I saw heaven in your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here...&lt;br /&gt;Me, oh, my country man,&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know the snow is getting colder,&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you like hell...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling blue...&lt;br /&gt;I miss your laugh, I miss your smile,&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you...&lt;br /&gt;Every second's like a minute,&lt;br /&gt;Every minute's like a day&lt;br /&gt;When you're far away...&lt;br /&gt;The snow is getting colder, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield of love and fear,&lt;br /&gt;And I Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;I've got feelings for you,&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I laid my eyes on you...&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;Me, oh, my country man,&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, the snow is getting colder,&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you like hell,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling blue...&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-8777063664486301137?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8777063664486301137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=8777063664486301137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8777063664486301137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8777063664486301137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-2359273872058289110</id><published>2008-10-29T00:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:39:10.288+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is a song by Israel Kamakawiwo Ole(sad he passed away in 1997). This song is a interesting blend of Judy Garland's Somewhere over the Rainbow &lt;img width=80 src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/12/Judy_Garland_Over_the_Rainbow.jpg"&gt;and Louis Armstrong's What a wonderful world. Atuo introduced this version to me and I was touched by the raw energy of the number. The first time i heard 'somewhere over the rainbow' was around 1988-89...it was an instrumental piece from guitar legend -Chris Impelliterri. Then years later after the self imposed embargo on soft music was lifted, i heard Judy Garland's version which was a bit sentimental compared to this rendition. anyway, I hope you'll like this as much as I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/06-A-Hawaiian%20-%20Israel%20Kamakawiwo%27ole%20-%20Somewhere%20Over%20The%20Rainbow-What%20A%20Wonderful%20World.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK this one's for Gabby&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo oooooo ohoohohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Way up high&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lullaby ii ii iii&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Blue birds fly&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh&lt;br /&gt;Where trouble melts like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me oh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;And the dream that you dare to,why, oh why can't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I see trees of green and&lt;br /&gt;Red roses too,&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch them bloom for me and you&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white&lt;br /&gt;And the brightness of day&lt;br /&gt;I like the dark and I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Are also on the faces of people passing by&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shaking hands&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "How do you do?"&lt;br /&gt;They're really saying, I...I love you&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,&lt;br /&gt;They'll learn much more&lt;br /&gt;Than we'll know&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world (w)oohoorld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star,&lt;br /&gt;Wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where trouble melts like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Somewhere over the rainbow way up high&lt;br /&gt;And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-2359273872058289110?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2359273872058289110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=2359273872058289110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/2359273872058289110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/2359273872058289110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere over the Rainbow'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-9079379997443872397</id><published>2008-10-23T20:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:43:37.735+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oleander</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sometimes Life is like a soulful ballad, we sing wishes against the inevitable events that divides the past and the present...hoping that songs can paint the future in a way we want it to be...these longings are, in a way, reasons Life becomes more meaningful and eternal..A story that is told but never concludes..so many mysteries, so many continuation. I dedicate this song to anyone who would find it meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/15%20-%20sarah%20harmer%20-%20oleander%20.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleander, Oleander&lt;br /&gt;Will you bloom again this spring?&lt;br /&gt;I adored you, then I ignored you,&lt;br /&gt;And now to me you're everything&lt;br /&gt;And those white blossoms that you gave freely&lt;br /&gt;Are now just twinkles in your eye&lt;br /&gt;Oh beholder, Oleander,&lt;br /&gt;Grows on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will forgive me for I bring water,&lt;br /&gt;A sunny window to sit by&lt;br /&gt;Oleander, I understand her,&lt;br /&gt;She's just waiting for the time,&lt;br /&gt;To say it's alright,&lt;br /&gt;Another season,&lt;br /&gt;Has brought us another chance,&lt;br /&gt;We're together, in this hot weather,&lt;br /&gt;To dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleander,&lt;br /&gt;I think you'd better,&lt;br /&gt;I think you made it through another winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing has ended, it's all been mended,&lt;br /&gt;It's the way that it should be,&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back, you're coming back,&lt;br /&gt;It was so lonely here just me,&lt;br /&gt;This time no promises of what's to come,&lt;br /&gt;We'll just live it for the day,&lt;br /&gt;Oleander, I see you stand there and I know you'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleander,&lt;br /&gt;I think you'd better,&lt;br /&gt;I think you made it through another winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleander,&lt;br /&gt;I think you'd better,&lt;br /&gt;I think you made it trough another winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-9079379997443872397?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9079379997443872397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=9079379997443872397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/9079379997443872397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/9079379997443872397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/oleander.html' title='Oleander'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-1173742473610358131</id><published>2008-10-23T20:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:29:52.199+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One good and Fresh song I listened to and liked lately. Do buy the album. It's Jason Mraz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/03-jason_mraz-lucky_(feat._colbie_caillat).mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water&lt;br /&gt;Across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh my and baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhhohhhohhohhohhhohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you, I promise you I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through the trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty, you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhhohhhohhohhohhhohh&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhhohhhohhohhohhhohhohhohhohh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-1173742473610358131?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1173742473610358131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=1173742473610358131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1173742473610358131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1173742473610358131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-2558813887526120436</id><published>2008-10-06T23:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:30:29.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This song by John Lennon has very simple Lyrics but has a very passionate feel to it. I first heard it in Shillong in '92, I think My friend Lucas had the tape and for a long time I was searching for the song..I couldn't remember the Lyrics or the name but the tune was stuck in my head...Finally here it is for you to hear and hopefully enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Oh_My_Love.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are wide open&lt;br /&gt;Oh my lover for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;My eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the wind, oh I see the trees&lt;br /&gt;Everything is clear in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I see the clouds, oh I see the sky&lt;br /&gt;Everything is clear in our world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;My mind is wide open&lt;br /&gt;Oh my lover for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;My mind can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the sorrow, oh I feel the dreams&lt;br /&gt;Everything is clear in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I feel life, oh I feel love&lt;br /&gt;Everything is clear in our world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-2558813887526120436?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2558813887526120436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=2558813887526120436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/2558813887526120436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/2558813887526120436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-love.html' title='Oh My Love'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-847934882477093122</id><published>2008-10-06T22:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:29:21.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Carrickfergus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is sung by Declan again and it has a haunting melody. I guess Charlotte Church made it more popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Carrickfergus.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was in Carrickfergus&lt;br /&gt;where she is waiting, my rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;I would swim over the deepest ocean&lt;br /&gt;just to see her sweet smile again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the sea is wide and I cannot get over&lt;br /&gt;nor have I the wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew a friendly boatman&lt;br /&gt;to ferry me back to my sweetheart's side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I remember&lt;br /&gt;the fields of green and flowers gold&lt;br /&gt;where we would walk in sunlit meadows&lt;br /&gt;how my heart's longing to be back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the sea is wide and I cannot get over&lt;br /&gt;nor have I the wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;so I’ll just dream of Carrickfergus&lt;br /&gt;and the day I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;now and forever my love and I..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-847934882477093122?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/847934882477093122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=847934882477093122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/847934882477093122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/847934882477093122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/carrickfergus.html' title='Carrickfergus'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6287126230054753110</id><published>2008-09-25T19:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:33:32.487+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this is a good song with a catchy beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/I_am_a_man_of_constant_sorrow.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the man of constant sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I've seen trouble all my days&lt;br /&gt;I bid farewell to ol' Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;The place where I was born and raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where he was born and raised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For six long years I've been in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;no pleasure here on earth I've found&lt;br /&gt;For in this world, I'm bound to ramble,&lt;br /&gt;I have no friends to help me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has no friends to help him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fair thee well, my old true lover,&lt;br /&gt;I never expect to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;For I'm bound to ride that Northern Railroad,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I'll die upon this train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he'll die upon this train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can bury me in some deep valley,&lt;br /&gt;For many years where I may lay.&lt;br /&gt;And you may learn to love another&lt;br /&gt;while I am sleeping in my grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he is sleeping in his grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger&lt;br /&gt;My face you never will see no more&lt;br /&gt;But there is one promise that is given,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you on Gods golden shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll meet you on God's golden shore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-6287126230054753110?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6287126230054753110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=6287126230054753110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6287126230054753110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6287126230054753110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-man-of-constant-sorrow.html' title='I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-3971976608555237776</id><published>2008-09-25T19:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:26:06.755+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Like You Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lucie Silvas is one singer, I must admit, I really enjoy listening to..there is something about her that draws me, I am mesmerised! Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Like_You_Love_me.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucie Silvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah... mm mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not every day you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And admit who you really are&lt;br /&gt;Most days it's easier to shut yourself up&lt;br /&gt;And never look that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, I'm covered&lt;br /&gt;What I hid behind the door&lt;br /&gt;And everything she says angers&lt;br /&gt;I'm apologizing for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Do you see her when you see me?&lt;br /&gt;Understand her insecurities?&lt;br /&gt;And accept the part she plays in me?&lt;br /&gt;Could you love her....like you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you love me&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, like you love me&lt;br /&gt;Woahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id rather be who you think I am&lt;br /&gt;See myself through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cos the mirror you use can't be too harsh&lt;br /&gt;And I want it to tell me lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'll be brave and I'll face myself&lt;br /&gt;Show you who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Cos wherever I go she follows me&lt;br /&gt;Can you reach out for her hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Do you see her when you see me?&lt;br /&gt;Understand her insecurities?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, And accept the part she plays in me?&lt;br /&gt;Could you love her....like you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect but I try to be&lt;br /&gt;Oh, could you really have the hold in me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what you get isn't what you see&lt;br /&gt;Could you believe in her, like you believe in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh.....hey hey, yeh yeh...ohh woah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...do you love her, woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see her when you see me?&lt;br /&gt;Understand her insecurities&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, And accept the part she plays in me?&lt;br /&gt;Could you love her...woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see her when you see me&lt;br /&gt;Understand her insecurities&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and accept the part she plays in me&lt;br /&gt;Could you love her.........like you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you love me&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...like you love me&lt;br /&gt;Woah, like you....love me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-3971976608555237776?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3971976608555237776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=3971976608555237776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3971976608555237776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3971976608555237776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-you-love-me.html' title='Like You Love Me'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-1941005293336750475</id><published>2008-09-25T19:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:14:42.681+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Across the bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If Life is a journey, then most of us are weary travellers and sometimes Life is a Sentence to be lived..lucky those who learn and those of us who fail to...we live all over again. I find this song meaningful and at the same time brings back childhood memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Across_The_Bridge.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lived a life of sin in this world were living in&lt;br /&gt;I had done forbidden things I shouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;I met a beggar along the way, and I asked him where to stay&lt;br /&gt;Where I'd find real happiness and love that's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just follow footsteps of the King and you'll hear the voices sing&lt;br /&gt;They'll be singing out the glory of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;The river of Jordan will be near, the sound of trumpets you will hear&lt;br /&gt;You'll behold the sweetest voice ever known to man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many in this worldly throng traveling in the paths of wrong&lt;br /&gt;Never stop to pray and find the Savior true&lt;br /&gt;There's a grand and glorious place where we'll meet Him face to face&lt;br /&gt;In a happy land beyond the starry blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the bridge, there's no more sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Across the bridge, theres' no more pain&lt;br /&gt;The Son will shine across the river&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never be unhappy again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-1941005293336750475?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1941005293336750475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=1941005293336750475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1941005293336750475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1941005293336750475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/across-bridge.html' title='Across the bridge'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6783940845479734819</id><published>2008-09-18T22:18:00.040+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:21:54.454+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds and Rust</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Diamond_%26_Rust.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The First Version which I heard was The Judas Priest's..Everyone loved to play that in concert and we also had a small band in my 9th Standard in School..once in a while we would play this number and also some songs from Michael Schenker.&lt;br /&gt;I came across this Joan Baez version during my Shillong Years.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Words and Music by Joan Baez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be damned&lt;br /&gt;Here comes your ghost again&lt;br /&gt;But that's not unusual&lt;br /&gt;It's just that the moon is full&lt;br /&gt;And you happened to call&lt;br /&gt;And here I sit&lt;br /&gt;Hand on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Hearing a voice I'd known&lt;br /&gt;A couple of light years ago&lt;br /&gt;Heading straight for a fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I remember your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Were bluer than robin's eggs&lt;br /&gt;My poetry was lousy you said&lt;br /&gt;Where are you calling from?&lt;br /&gt;A booth in the midwest&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago&lt;br /&gt;I bought you some cufflinks&lt;br /&gt;You brought me something&lt;br /&gt;We both know what memories can bring&lt;br /&gt;They bring diamonds and rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you burst on the scene&lt;br /&gt;Already a legend&lt;br /&gt;The unwashed phenomenon&lt;br /&gt;The original vagabond&lt;br /&gt;You strayed into my arms&lt;br /&gt;And there you stayed&lt;br /&gt;Temporarily lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;The Madonna was yours for free&lt;br /&gt;Yes the girl on the half-shell&lt;br /&gt;Would keep you unharmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see you standing&lt;br /&gt;With brown leaves falling around&lt;br /&gt;And snow in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Now you're smiling out the window&lt;br /&gt;Of that crummy hotel&lt;br /&gt;Over Washington Square&lt;br /&gt;Our breath comes out white clouds&lt;br /&gt;Mingles and hangs in the air&lt;br /&gt;Speaking strictly for me&lt;br /&gt;We both could have died then and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're telling me&lt;br /&gt;You're not nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;Then give me another word for it&lt;br /&gt;You who are so good with words&lt;br /&gt;And at keeping things vague&lt;br /&gt;Because I need some of that vagueness now&lt;br /&gt;It's all come back too clearly&lt;br /&gt;Yes I loved you dearly&lt;br /&gt;And if you're offering me diamonds and rust&lt;br /&gt;I've already paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-6783940845479734819?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6783940845479734819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=6783940845479734819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6783940845479734819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6783940845479734819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/diamonds-and-rust.html' title='Diamonds and Rust'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6268127057181166199</id><published>2008-09-18T22:18:00.039+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:20:49.461+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Down by the banks of the Ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Down_by_the_Banks_of_the_Ohio.MP3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This song reminds me of Uncle Vincent and his old Quarter in Dimapur.He used to play this number..it's a bit eerie but has a haunting melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Olivia Newton-John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my love to take a walk&lt;br /&gt;To take a walk, just a little walk&lt;br /&gt;Down beside where the waters flow&lt;br /&gt;Down by the banks of the Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only say that you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;In no others' arms entwine&lt;br /&gt;Down beside where the waters flow&lt;br /&gt;Down by the banks of the Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held a knife against his breast&lt;br /&gt;As into my arms he pressed&lt;br /&gt;He cried "my love, don't you murder me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not prepared for eternity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered home 'tween twelve and one&lt;br /&gt;I cried, "My God, what have I done?"&lt;br /&gt;I've killed the only man I love&lt;br /&gt;He would not take me for his bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only say that you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;In no others' arms entwine&lt;br /&gt;Down beside where the waters flow&lt;br /&gt;Down by the banks of the Ohio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-6268127057181166199?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6268127057181166199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=6268127057181166199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6268127057181166199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6268127057181166199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/down-by-banks-of-ohio.html' title='Down by the banks of the Ohio'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-1832846258425524232</id><published>2008-09-18T22:18:00.038+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:18:57.618+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I recall a gypsy woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is one of my fav karaoke number..just the right pitch for me..and I do like Dan Seals, Don Williams and Kenny Rogers for the story they narrate through their songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/I_recall_a_gypsy_woman.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver coins that jingle jangle,&lt;br /&gt;Fancy shoes that dance in time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the secrets of her dark eyes,&lt;br /&gt;They did sing a gypsy rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow clover in tangled blossoms,&lt;br /&gt;In a meadow, silky green.&lt;br /&gt;Where she held me to her bosom,&lt;br /&gt;Just a boy of seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall a gypsy woman,&lt;br /&gt;Silver spangles in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Ivory skin against the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;And the taste of life’s sweet wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft breezes blow from fragrant meadows,&lt;br /&gt;And stir the darkness in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gentle woman, you sleep beside me;&lt;br /&gt;Little know who haunts my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gypsy lady, I hear your laughter,&lt;br /&gt;And it dances in my head.&lt;br /&gt;While my tender wife and babies,&lt;br /&gt;Slumber softly in their beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall a gypsy woman,&lt;br /&gt;Silver spangles in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Ivory skin against the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;And the taste of life’s sweet wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall a gypsy woman,&lt;br /&gt;Silver spangles in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Ivory skin against the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;And the taste of life’s sweet wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-1832846258425524232?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1832846258425524232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=1832846258425524232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1832846258425524232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1832846258425524232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-recall-gypsy-woman.html' title='I recall a gypsy woman'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-3862211472109117748</id><published>2008-09-18T22:18:00.035+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:14:35.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle Little Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Declan Galbraight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Twinkle_Twinkle%20.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is for my friends who have little kids and have problems finding a good song for them;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-3862211472109117748?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3862211472109117748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=3862211472109117748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3862211472109117748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3862211472109117748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6883143250858436926</id><published>2008-09-18T22:18:00.034+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:09:59.151+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You're all I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/White_Lion-You're_All_I_Need.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song by White Lion is a popular number for intermediate guitarist like me..but then I just couldn't improve my plucking ...that is when I realized that I had reached my peak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that she's waiting&lt;br /&gt;For me to say forever&lt;br /&gt;I know that I sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know how to tell her&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold and kiss her&lt;br /&gt;Give her my love&lt;br /&gt;Make her believe&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need beside me girl&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need to turn my world&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that i need... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that she's always&lt;br /&gt;There when I need her loving&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've never&lt;br /&gt;Told her how much I love her&lt;br /&gt;I see her face before me&lt;br /&gt;I look in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need beside me girl&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need to turn my world&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, say that you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I reach out&lt;br /&gt;To feel your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;Stay, stay within my heart&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll know that you are there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need beside me girl&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need to turn my world&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need when we¹re apart&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I need&lt;br /&gt;Is for you to believe&lt;br /&gt;All that I need&lt;br /&gt;Is 'you'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-6883143250858436926?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6883143250858436926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=6883143250858436926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6883143250858436926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6883143250858436926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-all-i-need.html' title='You&apos;re all I need'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-7975162486248051995</id><published>2008-09-18T22:18:00.033+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:02:29.575+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Angami Cowherd Song</title><content type='html'>This is a traditional Cowherd Song sung by an Elder Sister -Ketuoravi-ü Marina. Angamis  don't exactly use drums but this version is a sample for an animation film which I mixed using Fruity loops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/cowherd-2008.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Version is an old version which i mixed using Creative Rhythmania..the music are off tempo..do tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/cowherd-Wfusion.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a Roland MC-808 and in the near future you might get to hear some more originals from our part of the World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-7975162486248051995?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7975162486248051995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=7975162486248051995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7975162486248051995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7975162486248051995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/angami-cowherd-song.html' title='Angami Cowherd Song'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-5576194832452654313</id><published>2008-09-06T07:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:23:57.749+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If You Were A Sailboat-Katie Melua</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/If_you_were_a_sailboat.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This song is relatively newer compared to my ancient collection but has a old jazzy feel to it...hmmm, my collections must be boring you to death by now, that is, if you are still around;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a cowboy I would trail you,&lt;br /&gt;If you're a piece of wood I'd nail you to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;If you're a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;If you're a river I would swim you,&lt;br /&gt;If you're a house I would live in you all my days.&lt;br /&gt;If you're a preacher I'd begin to change my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I believe in fate,&lt;br /&gt;But the chances we create,&lt;br /&gt;Always seem to ring more true.&lt;br /&gt;You took a chance on loving me,&lt;br /&gt;I took a chance on loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was in jail I know you'd spring me&lt;br /&gt;If I was a telephone you'd ring me all day long&lt;br /&gt;If was in pain I know you'd sing me soothing songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I believe in fate,&lt;br /&gt;But the chances we create,&lt;br /&gt;Always seem to ring more true.&lt;br /&gt;You took a chance on loving me,&lt;br /&gt;I took a chance on loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was hungry you would feed me&lt;br /&gt;If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light&lt;br /&gt;If I was a book I know you'd read me every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a cowboy I would trail you,&lt;br /&gt;If you're a piece of wood I'd nail you to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;If you're a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;If you're a sailboat I would sail you to the shore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-5576194832452654313?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5576194832452654313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=5576194832452654313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/5576194832452654313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/5576194832452654313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-were-sailboat.html' title='If You Were A Sailboat-Katie Melua'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-8818171688660290998</id><published>2008-09-06T07:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:25:17.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GreenFields-The Brothers Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/GREEN_FIELD.MP3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Remember my old collections...man, I'm like a 60's Jukebox. This particular song evokes a nostalgic feeling, takes me back to the days spent in my small 'hamlet' in Dimapur. I would spend most of my time along the 'Chathe' river..would sit on the rope bridge and ponder...Time Flies like an arrow but Fruit Flies like a banana:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there were green fields kissed by the sun&lt;br /&gt;Once there were valleys where rivers used to run&lt;br /&gt;Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above&lt;br /&gt;Once they were part of an everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;We were the lovers who strolled through green fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green fields are gone now, parched by the sun&lt;br /&gt;Gone from the valleys where rivers used to run&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart&lt;br /&gt;Where are the green fields that we used to roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know what made you run away&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day&lt;br /&gt;I only know there's nothing here for me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this wide world, left for me to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll keep on waiting until you return&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on waiting until the day you learn&lt;br /&gt;You can't be happy while your heart's on the roam&lt;br /&gt;You can't be happy until you bring it home&lt;br /&gt;Home to the green fields and me once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-8818171688660290998?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8818171688660290998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=8818171688660290998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8818171688660290998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8818171688660290998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/greenfields-brothers-four.html' title='GreenFields-The Brothers Four'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-3038584698613003618</id><published>2008-09-06T06:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:26:09.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boogie Street - Leonard Cohen</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Boogie_Street.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As always,The Lyrical Quality of Leonard Cohen would prompt me to share with you his numbers often. Hope you enjoy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we’d meet.&lt;br /&gt;You kiss my lips, and then you're gone:&lt;br /&gt;I’m back on Boogie Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sip of wine, a cigarette,&lt;br /&gt;And then it’s time to go.&lt;br /&gt;I tidied up the kitchenette;&lt;br /&gt;I tuned the old banjo.&lt;br /&gt;I’m wanted at the traffic-jam.&lt;br /&gt;They’re saving me a seat.&lt;br /&gt;I’m what I am, and what I am,&lt;br /&gt;Is back on Boogie Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And O my love, I still recall&lt;br /&gt;The pleasures that we knew;&lt;br /&gt;The rivers and the waterfall,&lt;br /&gt;Wherein I bathed with you.&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered by your beauty there,&lt;br /&gt;I’d kneel to dry your feet.&lt;br /&gt;By such instructions you prepare&lt;br /&gt;A man for Boogie Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Crown of Light, O Darkened One…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come, my friends, be not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;We are so lightly here.&lt;br /&gt;It is in love that we are made;&lt;br /&gt;In love we disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Tho’ all the maps of blood and flesh&lt;br /&gt;Are posted on the door,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one who has told us yet&lt;br /&gt;What Boogie Street is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we’d meet.&lt;br /&gt;You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:&lt;br /&gt;I’m back on Boogie Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sip of wine, a cigarette,&lt;br /&gt;And then it’s time to go . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-3038584698613003618?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3038584698613003618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=3038584698613003618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3038584698613003618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3038584698613003618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/boogie-street-leonard-cohen.html' title='Boogie Street - Leonard Cohen'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-4810535640416605997</id><published>2008-09-06T05:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:30:02.751+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Change Is Gonna Come-Sam Cooke</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/A_Change_Is_Gonna_Come.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This song is among the top listed songs in the last 100 years and rightly so..there is something very powerful about this number..My Bangalore days..I needed this song:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born by the river in a little tent&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just like the river I've been running ever since&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too hard living but I'm afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what's up there beyond the sky&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the movie and I go downtown&lt;br /&gt;Somebody keep telling me don't hang around&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go to my brother&lt;br /&gt;And I say brother help me please&lt;br /&gt;But he winds up knocking me&lt;br /&gt;Back down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There been times that I thought I couldn't last for long&lt;br /&gt;But now I think I'm able to carry on&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-4810535640416605997?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4810535640416605997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=4810535640416605997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/4810535640416605997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/4810535640416605997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-is-gonna-come-sam-cooke.html' title='A Change Is Gonna Come-Sam Cooke'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-250580389386845856</id><published>2008-08-12T21:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:31:13.715+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gin Gan Goolie</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Gin_Gan_Goolie.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let me tell you an old story...my story again!! I think around 1979 when I had joined school, my Uncle Francis taught us this scout song. The original version doesn't have any proper lyrics...this version is by the Scaffolds. For a long time, I wanted to find out the name of the song, I can only remember Eddie going 'oompa, oompa' Fortunately I stumbled across this good rendition and since I could not find the Lyrics online. I am manually typing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin Gan Goolie Goolie wotcha Gin Gan Go, Gin Gan go,&lt;br /&gt;Gin Gan Goolie Goolie wotcha Gin Gan Go, Gin Gan go, (Oomba, Oomba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a pretty little Brown-Eyed Brownie &lt;br /&gt;lives next door, Lives next door&lt;br /&gt;With the beautiful-est Blue-Eyed sister &lt;br /&gt;you ever saw, you ever saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey La, Hey la Shayla&lt;br /&gt;and her eyes are Summer Blue&lt;br /&gt;Shayla, Her Name is Shayla&lt;br /&gt;Hey La, Shayla I Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin Gan Goolie Goolie wotcha Gin Gan Go, Gin Gan go,&lt;br /&gt;Gin Gan Goolie Goolie wotcha Gin Gan Go, Gin Gan go, (Oomba, Oomba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wanted to ask her out, but I was scared&lt;br /&gt;Oh so scared.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Boy Scout Training, &lt;br /&gt;Be Prepared, Be Prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey La, Hey la Shayla&lt;br /&gt;and her eyes are Summer Blue&lt;br /&gt;Shayla, Her Name is Shayla&lt;br /&gt;Hey La, Shayla I Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin Gan Goolie Goolie wotcha Gin Gan Go, Gin Gan go,&lt;br /&gt;Gin Gan Goolie Goolie wotcha Gin Gan Go, Gin Gan go, (Oomba, Oomba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Two or Three or Four weeks time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll marry her, Marry her&lt;br /&gt;All the Boy Scouts' Cubs and Brownies &lt;br /&gt;will be there, will be there singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey La, Hey la Shayla&lt;br /&gt;Hey La, Shayla Hey La ho oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey La, Hey la Shayla&lt;br /&gt;Hey La, Shayla Hey La oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin Gan Goolie Goolie wotcha Gin Gan Go, Gin Gan go,&lt;br /&gt;Gin Gan Goolie Goolie wotcha Gin Gan Go, Gin Gan go, (Oomba, Oomba)&lt;br /&gt;(Hey La, Hey Shayla) Repeat to Fade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-250580389386845856?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/250580389386845856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=250580389386845856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/250580389386845856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/250580389386845856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/gin-gan-goolie.html' title='Gin Gan Goolie'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-8139727156284440321</id><published>2008-08-12T20:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:34:07.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/Daddy's_Little_Girl.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This song is for you, all ye who are Daddy's little girl..Warm and meaningful,the song brings out the essence of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words &amp; Music by Boby Burke &amp; Horace Gerlach&lt;br /&gt;Recorded by The Mills Brothers, 1950&lt;br /&gt;Sung by Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold.&lt;br /&gt;You're daddy's little girl, to have and hold.&lt;br /&gt;A precious gem is what you are;&lt;br /&gt;You're mommy's bright and shining star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the spirit of Christmas, the star on our tree.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the Easter Bunny to Mommy and me.&lt;br /&gt;You’re sugar, you're spice, and you're everything nice&lt;br /&gt;And You’re Daddy’s Little Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a treasure I cherish, all sparkling and bright.&lt;br /&gt;You were touched by Holy and beautiful light;&lt;br /&gt;Like the angels who sing, a heavenly thing;&lt;br /&gt;And you’re Daddy’s Little Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-8139727156284440321?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8139727156284440321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=8139727156284440321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8139727156284440321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8139727156284440321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/daddys-little-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Girl'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-1490428134555787448</id><published>2008-08-11T02:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:35:42.202+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/BEN.MP3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Price we have to pay...I believe that Isolation is a part of the greater plan and as I grew up, there is Ben and now I guess the 'Many Lives, Many Masters' theory can be reviewed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, the two of us need look no more&lt;br /&gt;We both found what we were looking for&lt;br /&gt;With a friend to call my own&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;And you my friend will see&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;(You've got a friend in me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, you're always running here and there&lt;br /&gt;(Here and there)&lt;br /&gt;You feel you're not wanted anywhere&lt;br /&gt;(Anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;If you ever look behind&lt;br /&gt;And don't like what you find&lt;br /&gt;There's something you should know&lt;br /&gt;You've got a place to go&lt;br /&gt;(You've got a place to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say, "I" and "me"&lt;br /&gt;Now it's "us", now it's "we"&lt;br /&gt;(I used to say, "I" and "me")&lt;br /&gt;(Now it's "us", now it's "we")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, most people would turn you away(turn you away)&lt;br /&gt;I don't listen to a word they say&lt;br /&gt;They don't see you as I do&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would try to&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they'd think again&lt;br /&gt;If they had a friend like Ben&lt;br /&gt;(A friend)&lt;br /&gt;Like Ben&lt;br /&gt;(Like Ben)&lt;br /&gt;Like Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-1490428134555787448?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1490428134555787448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=1490428134555787448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1490428134555787448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1490428134555787448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/ben.html' title='Ben'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-7975502318587128137</id><published>2008-08-11T01:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:36:42.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Dear John Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/A_DEAR_JOHN_LETTER.MP3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This song, for some reason, has a haunting melody and I first heard it way back in 85. Till today the melody is as fresh and there is a strange sense of connection..nothing to do with anyone but just the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Skeeter ]&lt;br /&gt;Dear John oh how I hate to write &lt;br /&gt;Dear John I must let you know tonight&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you has died away like grass upon the lawn&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I wed another dear John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Bobby ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was overseas in battle when the postman came to me&lt;br /&gt;He handed me a letter and I was just as happy as I could be&lt;br /&gt;Cause the fighting was all over and the battles have all been won&lt;br /&gt;But then I opened up the letter and that started dear John&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please send back my picture my husband wants it now&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you who I'm wedding you won't care dear anyhow&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts me so to tell ye that my love for you has gone&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I wed your brother dear John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Skeeter ]&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I wed another dear John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-7975502318587128137?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7975502318587128137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=7975502318587128137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7975502318587128137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7975502318587128137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-john-letter.html' title='A Dear John Letter'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-1430720522918503264</id><published>2008-08-11T01:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:31:20.511+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All will be well</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/music/All_Will_Be_Well.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Gabe Dixon band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new day dawns,&lt;br /&gt;And I am practicing my purpose once again.&lt;br /&gt;It is fresh and it is fruitful if I win but if I lose,&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;I will be tired but I will turn and I will go,&lt;br /&gt;Only guessing til I get there then I’ll know,&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh I will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the children walking home past the factories&lt;br /&gt;Could see the light that’s shining in my window as I write this song to you.&lt;br /&gt;All the cars running fast along the interstate&lt;br /&gt;Can feel the love that radiates&lt;br /&gt;Illuminating what I know is true,&lt;br /&gt;All will be well.&lt;br /&gt;Even after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;All will be well.&lt;br /&gt;You can ask me how but only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter’s cold,&lt;br /&gt;But the snow still lightly settles on the trees.&lt;br /&gt;And a mess is still a moment I can seize until I know,&lt;br /&gt;That all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;Even though sometimes this is hard to tell,&lt;br /&gt;And the fight is just as frustrating as hell&lt;br /&gt;All will be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the children walking home past the factories,&lt;br /&gt;Could see the light that’s shining in my window as I write this song to you.&lt;br /&gt;All the cars running fast along the interstate&lt;br /&gt;Can feel the love that radiates&lt;br /&gt;Illuminating what I know is true&lt;br /&gt;All will be well.&lt;br /&gt;Even after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself&lt;br /&gt;All will be well.&lt;br /&gt;You can ask me how but only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up and don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;And chase your dreams and you will find&lt;br /&gt;All in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the children walking home past the factories&lt;br /&gt;Could see the light that’s shining in my window as I write this song to you.&lt;br /&gt;All the cars running fast along the interstate&lt;br /&gt;Can feel the love that radiates&lt;br /&gt;Illuminating what I know is true,&lt;br /&gt;All will be well.&lt;br /&gt;Even after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;All will be well.&lt;br /&gt;You can ask me how but only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will be well.&lt;br /&gt;Even after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;All will be well.&lt;br /&gt;You can ask me how but only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask me how but only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-1430720522918503264?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1430720522918503264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=1430720522918503264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1430720522918503264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1430720522918503264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-will-be-well.html' title='All will be well'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-7068956447147878024</id><published>2008-08-10T18:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:30:12.984+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eleanor Rigby (Lennon/McCartney)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eleanor Rigby (Lennon/McCartney)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.zynorique.org/%20The%20Beatles%20-%20Eleanor%20Rigby%20%20Julia.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, look at all the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Aah, look at all the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been&lt;br /&gt;Lives in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door&lt;br /&gt;Who is it for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from?&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear&lt;br /&gt;No one comes near.&lt;br /&gt;Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there&lt;br /&gt;What does he care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from?&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, look at all the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Aah, look at all the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name&lt;br /&gt;Nobody came&lt;br /&gt;Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave&lt;br /&gt;No one was saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from?&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-7068956447147878024?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7068956447147878024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=7068956447147878024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7068956447147878024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7068956447147878024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/testing-new-format.html' title='Eleanor Rigby (Lennon/McCartney)'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-3038589383400620784</id><published>2008-05-11T02:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:12:27.794+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You Raise Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Originally sung by Josh Groban, This song is very popular and I am sure it remains the favorite of many of you out there. It inspires me everytime I listen to it and everytime it sounds so fresh. This version is rendered by Andrei on esnips. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no life - no life without its hunger;&lt;br /&gt;Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;&lt;br /&gt;But when you come and I am filled with wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/6098d534-d022-486a-bad7-55e41f8b81c9&amp;theName=You Raise Me Up&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=6098d534-d022-486a-bad7-55e41f8b81c9"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/6098d534-d022-486a-bad7-55e41f8b81c9/You-Raise-Me-Up/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-3038589383400620784?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3038589383400620784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=3038589383400620784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3038589383400620784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3038589383400620784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-raise-me-up.html' title='You Raise Me Up'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6429295005320535169</id><published>2008-04-22T03:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T04:08:09.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One Day at a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This particular song inspired me over the years. I believe in God and accept Jesus as my Saviour. But I believe in the goodness in every Religion and refuse to accept all the crap Theology throws at us. Religion is now a tool for division and in this mangled, distorted and confused sea of humanity, it have proven to be more dangerous and more against every basis on which religion was originally modeled. This song inspires me to slow down and take 'One day at a time'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human,  I'm just a Man&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe in what I could be&lt;br /&gt;And all that I am&lt;br /&gt;Show me the stairway,  I have to climb&lt;br /&gt;Lord for my sake,  teach me to take&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;   : One day at a time sweet Jesus&lt;br /&gt;     That's all I'm asking from you&lt;br /&gt;     Just give me the strength&lt;br /&gt;     To do everyday what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;     Yesterdays gone sweet Jesus&lt;br /&gt;     And tomorrow may never be mine&lt;br /&gt;     Lord help me today, show me the way&lt;br /&gt;     One day at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember, when you walked among men&lt;br /&gt;Well Jesus you know if you're looking below&lt;br /&gt;It's worse now, than then&lt;br /&gt;Cheating and stealing,  violence and crime&lt;br /&gt;So for my sake, teach me to take&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/3ba6da44-fa02-4861-b39a-2ec297b0a703&amp;theName=One Day At A Time&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=3ba6da44-fa02-4861-b39a-2ec297b0a703"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/3ba6da44-fa02-4861-b39a-2ec297b0a703/One-Day-At-A-Time/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-6429295005320535169?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6429295005320535169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=6429295005320535169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6429295005320535169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6429295005320535169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-day-at-time.html' title='One Day at a Time'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6454041787671095064</id><published>2008-04-10T00:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:16:35.485+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Una paloma blanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;George Baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is one of the very first song i learned to play and sing on a guitar. My late Uncle Vincent taught me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines on the mountain&lt;br /&gt;And the night is on the run&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;It's a new way&lt;br /&gt;And I fly up to the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the morning sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the new-mown hay&lt;br /&gt;I can hear God's voice is calling&lt;br /&gt;For my golden sky light way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una paloma blanca&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bird in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Una paloma blanca&lt;br /&gt;Over the mountains I fly&lt;br /&gt;No one can take my freedom away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had my share of losing&lt;br /&gt;for they locked me on a chain&lt;br /&gt;Yes they tried to break my power&lt;br /&gt;oh I still can feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una paloma blanca&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bird in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Una paloma blanca&lt;br /&gt;Over the mountains I fly&lt;br /&gt;No one can take my freedom away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una paloma blanca&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bird in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Una paloma blanca&lt;br /&gt;Over the mountains I fly&lt;br /&gt;No one can take my freedom away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/318bdbe1-af6c-46bd-8405-4f91c52f1598&amp;theName=George Baker Selection - Una Paloma Blanca&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-6454041787671095064?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6454041787671095064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=6454041787671095064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6454041787671095064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6454041787671095064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/una-paloma-blanca.html' title='Una paloma blanca'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-8520246261139895500</id><published>2008-04-09T23:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:29:19.185+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Boxer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SIMON AND GARFUNKEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.&lt;br /&gt;I have squandered my resistance,&lt;br /&gt;For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.&lt;br /&gt;All lies and jest.&lt;br /&gt;Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,&lt;br /&gt;In the company of strangers,&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared.&lt;br /&gt;Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,&lt;br /&gt;Where the ragged people go.&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' for the places, only they would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie-la-lie ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,&lt;br /&gt;But I get no offers,&lt;br /&gt;Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,&lt;br /&gt;I took some comfort there.&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, la, la, la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li la li ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m laying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was gone, goin’ home&lt;br /&gt;Where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me, leadin’ me goin' home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,&lt;br /&gt;And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,&lt;br /&gt;Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,&lt;br /&gt;"I am leaving, I am leaving."&lt;br /&gt;But the fighter still remains, still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie-la-lie ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/399df332-7cad-4c7c-a09c-6c43eb18b329/04---The-Boxer" target=_blank&gt;http://www.esnips.com/doc/399df332-7cad-4c7c-a09c-6c43eb18b329/04---The-Boxer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-8520246261139895500?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8520246261139895500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=8520246261139895500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8520246261139895500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8520246261139895500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/boxer.html' title='The Boxer'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-7707102862182810741</id><published>2008-04-04T22:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:20:06.901+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Sad Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Eagles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This song is one of my favorite..so many stories, so many memories. This song is for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the shiny night, the rain&lt;br /&gt;was softly falling&lt;br /&gt;The tracks that ran down the boulevard had&lt;br /&gt;all been washed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the silver light, the past came softly calling&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the times we spent&lt;br /&gt;inside the Sad Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it seemed like a holy place,&lt;br /&gt;protected by amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;And we would sing right out loud, the&lt;br /&gt;things we could not say&lt;br /&gt;We thought we could change this world&lt;br /&gt;with words like "love" and "freedom"&lt;br /&gt;We were part of the lonely crowd&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Sad Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, expecting to fly,&lt;br /&gt;we would meet on that beautiful shore in the&lt;br /&gt;sweet by and by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of their dreams came true,&lt;br /&gt;some just passed away&lt;br /&gt;And some of them stayed behind ***&lt;br /&gt;inside the Sad Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds rolled in and hid that shore&lt;br /&gt;Now that Glory Train, it don't stop here no more&lt;br /&gt;Now I look at the years gone by,&lt;br /&gt;and wonder at the powers that be.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why fortune smiles on some&lt;br /&gt;and let's the rest go free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the time has drawn the faces I recall&lt;br /&gt;But things in this life change very slowly,&lt;br /&gt;if they ever change at all&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in asking why,&lt;br /&gt;it just turned out that way&lt;br /&gt;So meet me at midnight baby&lt;br /&gt;inside the Sad Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you meet me at midnight baby,&lt;br /&gt;inside the Sad Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/681182ab-3c69-4fd5-a2d8-b92b8b5da49a&amp;theName=The Eagles - The Sad Cafe&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=681182ab-3c69-4fd5-a2d8-b92b8b5da49a"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/681182ab-3c69-4fd5-a2d8-b92b8b5da49a/The-Eagles---The-Sad-Cafe/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-7707102862182810741?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7707102862182810741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=7707102862182810741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7707102862182810741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7707102862182810741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-cafe.html' title='The Sad Cafe'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-1822900254245106588</id><published>2008-04-04T20:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:04:50.352+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Here It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Leonard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your crown&lt;br /&gt;And your seal and rings;&lt;br /&gt;And here is your love&lt;br /&gt;For all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your cart,&lt;br /&gt;And your cardboard and piss;&lt;br /&gt;And here is your love&lt;br /&gt;For all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone live,&lt;br /&gt;And may everyone die.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my love,&lt;br /&gt;And my love, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your wine,&lt;br /&gt;And your drunken fall;&lt;br /&gt;And here is your love.&lt;br /&gt;Your love for it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your sickness.&lt;br /&gt;Your bed and your pan;&lt;br /&gt;And here is your love&lt;br /&gt;For the woman, the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone live,&lt;br /&gt;And may everyone die.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my love,&lt;br /&gt;And, my love, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the night,&lt;br /&gt;The night has begun;&lt;br /&gt;And here is your death&lt;br /&gt;In the heart of your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the dawn,&lt;br /&gt;(until death do us part);&lt;br /&gt;And here is your death,&lt;br /&gt;In your daughters heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone live,&lt;br /&gt;And may everyone die.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my love,&lt;br /&gt;And, my love, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here you are hurried,&lt;br /&gt;And here you are gone;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the love,&lt;br /&gt;That its all built upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your cross,&lt;br /&gt;Your nails and your hill;&lt;br /&gt;And here is your love,&lt;br /&gt;That lists where it will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone live,&lt;br /&gt;And may everyone die.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my love,&lt;br /&gt;And my love, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #FFFFFF   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="372" height="169" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/player_dj.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/59ba2b20-82dc-481e-a714-d09e35d21854&amp;amp;theName=Leonard_Cohen-Here It Is&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/59ba2b20-82dc-481e-a714-d09e35d21854/Leonard_Cohen-Here-It-Is/?widget=flash_player_dj_comm"&gt;Leonard_Cohen-Here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-1822900254245106588?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1822900254245106588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=1822900254245106588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1822900254245106588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/1822900254245106588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-it-is.html' title='Here It Is'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-8529514957558017445</id><published>2008-04-04T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:24:26.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You needed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anne Murray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried a tear: you wiped it dry.&lt;br /&gt;I was confused: you cleared my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I sold my soul: you bought it back for me.&lt;br /&gt;And held me up and gave me dignity,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you needed me.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to stand alone again,&lt;br /&gt;To face the world out on my own again.&lt;br /&gt;You put me high upon a pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;So high that I could almost see eternity,&lt;br /&gt;You needed me.&lt;br /&gt;You needed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe it's you, I can't believe it's true:&lt;br /&gt;I needed you and you were there.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never leave: Why should I leave? I'd be a fool.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've finally found someone who really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand when it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;When I was lost, you took me home.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope when I was at the end.&lt;br /&gt;And turned my lies back into truth again:&lt;br /&gt;You even called me friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to stand alone again,&lt;br /&gt;To face the world out on my own again.&lt;br /&gt;You put me high upon a pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;So high that I could almost see eternity,&lt;br /&gt;You needed me.&lt;br /&gt;You needed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You needed me.&lt;br /&gt;You needed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/7546c674-71be-4641-89b9-7eb1ea3a0704&amp;theName=Anne - You Needed Me&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=7546c674-71be-4641-89b9-7eb1ea3a0704"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/7546c674-71be-4641-89b9-7eb1ea3a0704/Anne---You-Needed-Me/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-8529514957558017445?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8529514957558017445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=8529514957558017445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8529514957558017445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8529514957558017445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-needed-me.html' title='You needed me'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-8447860447378544145</id><published>2008-04-02T20:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:20:27.451+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Michelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, my belle.&lt;br /&gt;These are words that go together well,&lt;br /&gt;My Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, my belle.&lt;br /&gt;Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble,&lt;br /&gt;Très bien ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;Until I find a way&lt;br /&gt;I will say the only words I know that&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, my belle.&lt;br /&gt;Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble,&lt;br /&gt;Très bien ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to, I need to, I need to.&lt;br /&gt;I need to make you see,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;Until I do I'm hoping you will&lt;br /&gt;Know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I want you, I want you.&lt;br /&gt;I think you know by now&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to you somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Until I do I'm telling you so&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, my belle.&lt;br /&gt;Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble,&lt;br /&gt;Très bien ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say the only words I know that&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand, my Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/2130e137-5a31-4808-9c91-7baa7a9b3179&amp;theName=The Beatles - Michelle&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=2130e137-5a31-4808-9c91-7baa7a9b3179"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/2130e137-5a31-4808-9c91-7baa7a9b3179/The-Beatles---Michelle/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-8447860447378544145?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8447860447378544145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=8447860447378544145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8447860447378544145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8447860447378544145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/michelle.html' title='Michelle'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-8265962250812007635</id><published>2008-04-02T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:51:52.308+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From Russia With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Matt Monro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(from James Bond - From Russia With Love, 1963)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From russia with love I fly to you&lt;br /&gt;Much wiser since my goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;I've travelled the world to learn&lt;br /&gt;I must return from russia with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen places, faces and smiled for a moment&lt;br /&gt;But oh, you haunted me so&lt;br /&gt;Still my tongue tied, young pride&lt;br /&gt;Would not let my love for you show&lt;br /&gt;In case you say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To russia I flew but there and then&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly knew you'd care again&lt;br /&gt;My running around is through&lt;br /&gt;I fly to you, from russia with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/9800fe47-f2e4-4df7-8af1-ffede50ca6b6&amp;theName=Matt Monro - The Originals- Film Songs - 04 - From Russia With Love&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=9800fe47-f2e4-4df7-8af1-ffede50ca6b6"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/9800fe47-f2e4-4df7-8af1-ffede50ca6b6/Matt-Monro---The-Originals--Film-Songs---04---From-Russia-With-Love/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-8265962250812007635?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8265962250812007635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=8265962250812007635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8265962250812007635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/8265962250812007635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-russia-with-love.html' title='From Russia With Love'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-5365937503111675964</id><published>2008-04-02T19:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:39:12.015+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are places I remember&lt;br /&gt;All my life, though some have changed&lt;br /&gt;Some forever not for better&lt;br /&gt;Some have gone and some remain&lt;br /&gt;All these places had their moments&lt;br /&gt;With lovers and friends&lt;br /&gt;I still can recall&lt;br /&gt;Some are dead and some are living&lt;br /&gt;In my life I've loved them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of all these friends and lovers&lt;br /&gt;there is no one compares with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these memories lose their meaning&lt;br /&gt;When I think of love as something new&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I'll never lose affection&lt;br /&gt;For people and things that went before&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll often stop and think about them&lt;br /&gt;In my life I love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I'll never lose affection&lt;br /&gt;For people and things that went before&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll often stop and think about them&lt;br /&gt;In my life I love you more&lt;br /&gt;In my life I love you more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/29cfa0fa-eccf-49cc-b40e-51004b3d45d1&amp;theName=IN MY LIFE&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=29cfa0fa-eccf-49cc-b40e-51004b3d45d1"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/29cfa0fa-eccf-49cc-b40e-51004b3d45d1/IN-MY-LIFE/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-5365937503111675964?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5365937503111675964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=5365937503111675964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/5365937503111675964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/5365937503111675964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-my-life.html' title='In My Life'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-7621943223833234663</id><published>2008-04-01T20:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:48:04.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Folsom Prison Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;JOHNNY CASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the train a comin'&lt;br /&gt;It's rolling round the bend&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on&lt;br /&gt;But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..&lt;br /&gt;When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,&lt;br /&gt;Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.&lt;br /&gt;But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die&lt;br /&gt;When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car&lt;br /&gt;They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.&lt;br /&gt;Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free&lt;br /&gt;But those people keep a movin'&lt;br /&gt;And that's what tortures me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if they freed me from this prison,&lt;br /&gt;If that railroad train was mine&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line&lt;br /&gt;Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay&lt;br /&gt;And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/01588c9b-fff1-409e-81d4-08cf0f709502&amp;theName=Johnny Cash - At Folsom Prison - 01 - Folsom Prison Blues&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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Walking'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-4929399376271256955</id><published>2008-03-30T10:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:18:46.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera Sera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Doris Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I 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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" 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href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/5ca3f38e-ac47-4627-b435-df1e1fb8a47e/Que-Sera-Sera/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-4929399376271256955?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4929399376271256955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=4929399376271256955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/4929399376271256955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/4929399376271256955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-sera-sera.html' title='Que Sera Sera'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6644945930307678683</id><published>2008-03-30T09:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T09:45:51.811+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me and Bobby McGee</title><content type='html'>Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train,&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained;&lt;br /&gt;Took us all the way to New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,&lt;br /&gt;And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues.&lt;br /&gt;With them windshield wipers slappin' time,&lt;br /&gt;And Bobby clappin' hands,&lt;br /&gt;We finally sang up every song that driver knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose:&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good was good enough for me;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,&lt;br /&gt;Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done,&lt;br /&gt;Every night she kept me from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose:&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' left is all she left for me.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.&lt;br /&gt;Buddy, that was good enough for me;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da la la na na na&lt;br /&gt;La da da na na.&lt;br /&gt;La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee.&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la da da da&lt;br /&gt;La la la da da.&lt;br /&gt;La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la na na na&lt;br /&gt;La la la da da.&lt;br /&gt;La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee.&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la da da da.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/df35996d-54c7-4f16-8e40-53564d1840fe&amp;theName=Jack Dorsey - Me And Bobby McGee&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" 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and Bobby McGee'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-2461683604604520378</id><published>2008-03-29T22:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:29:41.292+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Detroit City</title><content type='html'>I want to go home, I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed about my mother,&lt;br /&gt;dear old papa, sister and brother,&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamed about that girl,&lt;br /&gt;whose been waitin' for so long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home, I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city,&lt;br /&gt;From the letters that I write they think I'm fine,&lt;br /&gt;But by day I make the cars,&lt;br /&gt;by night I make the bars,&lt;br /&gt;If only they could read between the lines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home, I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode a freight train north to Detroit city,&lt;br /&gt;After all these years I've been wasting my time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my foolish pride,&lt;br /&gt;on a southbound freight and ride,&lt;br /&gt;Go on back to the ones,&lt;br /&gt;I've left waitin' so far behind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home, I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=2461683604604520378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/2461683604604520378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/2461683604604520378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/detroit-city.html' title='Detroit City'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-3383645254010372108</id><published>2008-03-29T17:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:18:49.862+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jamaica Farewell</title><content type='html'>Down the way where the nights are gay&lt;br /&gt;And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;I took a trip on a sailing ship&lt;br /&gt;But when I reached Jamaica I made her stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sad to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way &lt;br /&gt;I won't be back for many a day&lt;br /&gt;My heart is down&lt;br /&gt;My head is turning around&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of laughter everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And the dancing girls sway to and fro&lt;br /&gt;I must declare my heart is there&lt;br /&gt;Though I have been from Maine to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm sad to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;I won't be back for many a day&lt;br /&gt;My heart is down&lt;br /&gt;My head is turning around&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at the market you can hear&lt;br /&gt;Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear&lt;br /&gt;Ackev rice, salt fish are nice&lt;br /&gt;and the rum is fine anytime of year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sad to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way &lt;br /&gt;I won't be back for many a day&lt;br /&gt;My heart is down&lt;br /&gt;My head is turning around&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the way where the nights are gay&lt;br /&gt;And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;I took a trip on a sailing ship&lt;br /&gt;But when I reached Jamaica I made her stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sad to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;I won't be back for many a day&lt;br /&gt;My heart is down&lt;br /&gt;My head is turning around&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" 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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-3383645254010372108?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3383645254010372108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=3383645254010372108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3383645254010372108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/3383645254010372108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/jamaica-farewell.html' title='Jamaica Farewell'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-7080562685412015695</id><published>2008-03-27T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:57:10.767+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Windmills of Your Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Words and music by Alan Bergman and Michel Jean Legrand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round, like a circle in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel within a wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Never ending or beginning,&lt;br /&gt;On an ever spinning wheel&lt;br /&gt;Like a snowball down a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Or a carnival balloon&lt;br /&gt;Like a carousell that's turning&lt;br /&gt;Running rings around the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a clock whose hands are sweeping&lt;br /&gt;Past the minutes on its face&lt;br /&gt;And the world is like an apple&lt;br /&gt;Whirling silently in space&lt;br /&gt;Like the circles that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a tunnel that you follow&lt;br /&gt;To a tunnel of its own&lt;br /&gt;Down a hollow to a cavern&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun has never shone&lt;br /&gt;Like a door that keeps revolving&lt;br /&gt;In a half forgotten dream&lt;br /&gt;Or the ripples from a pebble&lt;br /&gt;Someone tosses in a stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a clock whose hands are sweeping&lt;br /&gt;Past the minutes on its face&lt;br /&gt;And the world is like an apple&lt;br /&gt;Whirling silently in space&lt;br /&gt;Like the circles that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keys that jingle in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Words that jangle in your head&lt;br /&gt;Why did summer go so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that you said&lt;br /&gt;Lovers walking along the shore,&lt;br /&gt;Leave their footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Is the sound of distant drumming&lt;br /&gt;Just the fingers of your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures hanging in a hallway&lt;br /&gt;And a fragment of a song&lt;br /&gt;Half remembered names and faces&lt;br /&gt;But to whom do they belong&lt;br /&gt;When you knew that it was over&lt;br /&gt;In the autumn of goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;For a moment&lt;br /&gt;You could not recall the color of his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a circle in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel within a wheel&lt;br /&gt;Never ending or beginning,&lt;br /&gt;On an ever spinning wheel&lt;br /&gt;As the images unwind&lt;br /&gt;Like the circle that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/843c70da-a239-492f-8326-a930a8322211&amp;theName=04. 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text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-7080562685412015695?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7080562685412015695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=7080562685412015695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7080562685412015695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/7080562685412015695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/windmills-of-your-mind.html' title='The Windmills of Your Mind'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-5531913534533933332</id><published>2008-03-26T07:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:05:24.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Make It Through the Night</title><content type='html'>Words and Music by Kris Kristofferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Peak Billboard Pop Chart position # 8 in 1971 but it was a #1 on the Country chart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Take the ribbon from my hair&lt;br /&gt;Shake it loose and let it fall&lt;br /&gt;Layin' soft against your skin&lt;br /&gt;Like the shadow on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and lay down by ma side&lt;br /&gt;Till the early mornin' light&lt;br /&gt;All I'm takin' is your time&lt;br /&gt;Help me make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;'n' I won't try to understand&lt;br /&gt;Let the devil take tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Lord, tonight I need a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's out of sight&lt;br /&gt;And it's sad to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Help me make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's sad to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Help me make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Help me make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/3b124253-5a0c-4d40-bff3-45dd69372d41&amp;theName=Tammy Wynette - Help Me Make It Through The Night&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=3b124253-5a0c-4d40-bff3-45dd69372d41"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/3b124253-5a0c-4d40-bff3-45dd69372d41/Tammy-Wynette---Help-Me-Make-It-Through-The-Night/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-5531913534533933332?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5531913534533933332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=5531913534533933332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/5531913534533933332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/5531913534533933332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/help-me-make-it-through-night.html' title='Help Me Make It Through the Night'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-2261983124100439743</id><published>2008-03-21T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:41:59.631+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hazard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Richard Marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven&lt;br /&gt;Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes&lt;br /&gt;That boy's not right ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago when I came to know Mary&lt;br /&gt;First time that someone looked beyond the rumours and the lies&lt;br /&gt;And saw the man inside ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to walk down by the river&lt;br /&gt;She loved to watch the sun go down&lt;br /&gt;We used to walk along the river&lt;br /&gt;And dream our way out of this town ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understood what I felt for Mary&lt;br /&gt;No one cared until the night she went out walking alone&lt;br /&gt;And never came home ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man with a badge came knocking next morning&lt;br /&gt;Here was I surrounded by a thousand fingers suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Pointed right at me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I left her by the river&lt;br /&gt;I swear I left her safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;I need to make it to the river&lt;br /&gt;And leave this old Nebraska town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about my life gone by&lt;br /&gt;And how it's done me wrong&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape for me this time&lt;br /&gt;All of my rescues are gone, long gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I left her by the river&lt;br /&gt;I swear I left her safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;I need to make it to the river&lt;br /&gt;And leave this old Nebraska town ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/4168c6a3-f1c6-4131-b103-d938e4b09720&amp;theName=Hazard - Richard Marx&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=4168c6a3-f1c6-4131-b103-d938e4b09720"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/4168c6a3-f1c6-4131-b103-d938e4b09720/Hazard---Richard-Marx/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-2261983124100439743?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2261983124100439743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=2261983124100439743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/2261983124100439743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/2261983124100439743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/hazard.html' title='Hazard'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-6371788921991904114</id><published>2008-03-16T05:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-16T05:50:54.388+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dance Me To The End Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LEONARD COHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin&lt;br /&gt;Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in&lt;br /&gt;Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Show me slowly what I only know the limits of&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on&lt;br /&gt;Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long&lt;br /&gt;We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the children who are asking to be born&lt;br /&gt;Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn&lt;br /&gt;Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin&lt;br /&gt;Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in&lt;br /&gt;Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/a7e5d57b-8a42-46ae-84d3-f667b2083db8&amp;theName=Leonardo Cohen -- Dance me to the end of love&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=a7e5d57b-8a42-46ae-84d3-f667b2083db8"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/a7e5d57b-8a42-46ae-84d3-f667b2083db8/Leonardo-Cohen----Dance-me-to-the-end-of-love/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/286154156417441754-6371788921991904114?l=belhosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6371788921991904114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=286154156417441754&amp;postID=6371788921991904114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6371788921991904114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/286154156417441754/posts/default/6371788921991904114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belhosworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/dance-me-to-end-of-love.html' title='Dance Me To The End Of Love'/><author><name>noobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02656521705901098890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/161290405_58d1fac482.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286154156417441754.post-7250768610478947630</id><published>2008-03-16T02:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-16T02:36:22.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wayfaring Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Artist: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harris Emmylou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wayfaring Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Roses In The Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a poor wayfaring stranger&lt;br /&gt;While traveling thru this world of woe&lt;br /&gt;Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger&lt;br /&gt;In that bright world to which I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going there to see my father&lt;br /&gt;I'm going there no more to roam&lt;br /&gt;I'm only going over Jordan&lt;br /&gt;I'm only going over home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know dark clouds will gather around me&lt;br /&gt;I know my way is rough and steep&lt;br /&gt;Yet beauteous fields lie just before me&lt;br /&gt;Where God's redeemed their vigils keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going there to see my mother&lt;br /&gt;She said she'd meet me when I come&lt;br /&gt;I'm only going over Jordan&lt;br /&gt;I'm only going over me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/a6a08e60-eda0-4db7-8de6-198eca530acc&amp;theName=Emmy Lou Harris - Wayfaring Stranger&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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