<?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-1963314005916801655</id><updated>2012-02-08T12:00:20.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The liar's lair</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-6857318003270787544</id><published>2008-09-12T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:44:14.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm hearing voices too</title><content type='html'>Name: Hatesong&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Porcupine Tree&lt;br /&gt;Mood: 'Glimpsified' yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hate song just meant for you&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I'd write it down while I still could&lt;br /&gt;I hope when you hear this you'll want to sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's a lonely life in my empty bed&lt;br /&gt;And it's a quiet life that leaks from my head&lt;br /&gt;These are the last rites&lt;br /&gt;The line is dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm hearing voices too&lt;br /&gt;And I'm more cut up than you &lt;img src="http://www.lyricsdepot.com/images/t/142974.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-6857318003270787544?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/6857318003270787544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=6857318003270787544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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lost?</title><content type='html'>Song: Unforgiven III&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Mood: err&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could he know this new dawn's light&lt;br /&gt;Would change his life forever?&lt;br /&gt;Set sail to sea but pulled off course&lt;br /&gt;By the light of golden treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he the one causing pain&lt;br /&gt;With his careless dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;Been afraid&lt;br /&gt;Always afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of the things he's feeling&lt;br /&gt;He could just be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would just sail on&lt;br /&gt;He would just sail on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be lost?&lt;br /&gt;If I've got nowhere to go?&lt;br /&gt;Searched the seas of gold&lt;br /&gt;How come it's got so cold?&lt;br /&gt;How can I be lost&lt;br /&gt;In remembrance I relive&lt;br /&gt;How can I blame you&lt;br /&gt;When it's me I can't forgive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days drift on inside a fog&lt;br /&gt;It's thick and suffocating&lt;br /&gt;This seeking life outside its hell&lt;br /&gt;Inside intoxicating&lt;br /&gt;He's run aground&lt;br /&gt;Like his life&lt;br /&gt;Water's much too shallow&lt;br /&gt;Slipping fast&lt;br /&gt;Down with the ship&lt;br /&gt;Fading in the shadows now&lt;br /&gt;A castaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've&lt;br /&gt;All gone&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be lost&lt;br /&gt;If I've got nowhere to go?&lt;br /&gt;Search for seas of gold&lt;br /&gt;How come it's got so cold?&lt;br /&gt;How can I be lost&lt;br /&gt;In remembrance I relive&lt;br /&gt;And how can I blame you&lt;br /&gt;When it's me I can't forgive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me not&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me not&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me not&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, why can't I forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set sail to sea but pulled off course&lt;br /&gt;By the light of golden treasure&lt;br /&gt;How could he know this new dawn's light&lt;br /&gt;Would change his life forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be lost&lt;br /&gt;If I've got nowhere to go?&lt;br /&gt;Search for seas of gold&lt;br /&gt;How come it's got so cold?&lt;br /&gt;How can I be lost&lt;br /&gt;In remembrance I relive&lt;br /&gt;So how can I blame you&lt;br /&gt;When it's me I can't forgive? &lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/1370083004.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-3039983913633860968?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/3039983913633860968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=3039983913633860968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Song: Ganja Babe&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Michael Franti&lt;br /&gt;Mood: *O*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it slow&lt;br /&gt;Sensemille&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it slow&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy medicine&lt;br /&gt;ya see my eyes are feeling red again&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringin' light&lt;br /&gt;like Thomas funky Edison&lt;br /&gt;been in the desert for forty seven days&lt;br /&gt;Purple Haze&lt;br /&gt;the poison that I tasted never changed&lt;br /&gt;turn up the woofers so I can feel the beat&lt;br /&gt;vibrate my belly like a bomb in harmony&lt;br /&gt;summer heat&lt;br /&gt;my back is sticking to me to the seat&lt;br /&gt;bare feet&lt;br /&gt;tank top and shorts is all ya need&lt;br /&gt;summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' kinda fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm rollin with my shorty all the time&lt;br /&gt;wind and grind lovely shake your behind&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon skin be bringing sin to my mind&lt;br /&gt;but whether or not the weather's hot&lt;br /&gt;or the weather's cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrapping her like a blanket with my whole soul&lt;br /&gt;so that she can feel me&lt;br /&gt;like Coca Cola I'm the woo-o-oh oh the sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;my girl lollipop she growing mad crops&lt;br /&gt;she rollin' herbs everyday&lt;br /&gt;at about 4 o' clock&lt;br /&gt;tick tock&lt;br /&gt;strike the hammer while the Iron's hot&lt;br /&gt;ooh girl watcha got cooking in the pot&lt;br /&gt;see Mary Mary quite contrary&lt;br /&gt;how does your garden grow?&lt;br /&gt;Hydrophonic ultra supersonic&lt;br /&gt;or does it grow naturally slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Ganja babe my sweet ganja babe&lt;br /&gt;I love tha way ya love me and the way ya misbehavin'&lt;br /&gt;ganja babe my sweet ganja babe&lt;br /&gt;come wake body-ody take my mind away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get down and do the boogaloo&lt;br /&gt;just like the cover of I want you&lt;br /&gt;yoo hooo look watcha gonna do&lt;br /&gt;watcha gonna do when the rent comes due&lt;br /&gt;round up the posse and call up the crew&lt;br /&gt;5 bucks at the door and ya bring ya own booze&lt;br /&gt;call ya neighbor 'cause they can come too&lt;br /&gt;be sure and bring ya records 'cause I only got a few&lt;br /&gt;so baa baa black sheep have you any wool&lt;br /&gt;yes sir, yes sir a nickle bagful&lt;br /&gt;one for my partner one for my crew&lt;br /&gt;some for my ganja baby she needs 2&lt;br /&gt;cuz just like me they want to be... cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-8214532690534783610?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/8214532690534783610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=8214532690534783610' title='0 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type='text'>I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you</title><content type='html'>Song: Bad to The Bone&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Z Z Top&lt;br /&gt;Mood: EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round &lt;br /&gt;And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found &lt;br /&gt;The head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one alone &lt;br /&gt;She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone &lt;br /&gt;Bad to the bone &lt;br /&gt;Bad to the bone &lt;br /&gt;B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone &lt;br /&gt;B-B-B-B-Bad &lt;br /&gt;B-B-B-B-Bad &lt;br /&gt;Bad to the bone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you &lt;br /&gt;I'll break a thousand more baby, before I am through &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone &lt;br /&gt;Bad to the bone &lt;br /&gt;B-B-B-Bad &lt;br /&gt;B-B-B-Bad &lt;br /&gt;B-B-B-Bad &lt;br /&gt;Bad to the bone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a rich woman beg, I'll make a good woman steal &lt;br /&gt;I'll make an old woman blush, and make a young woman squeal &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone &lt;br /&gt;B-B-B-B-Bad &lt;br /&gt;B-B-B-B-Bad &lt;br /&gt;B-B-B-B-Bad &lt;br /&gt;Bad to the bone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-4784169979495130723?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/4784169979495130723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=4784169979495130723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/4784169979495130723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/4784169979495130723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-broke-thousand-hearts-before-i-met.html' title='I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-7150834040353059471</id><published>2008-09-07T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:43:29.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sone chamak mein, sikko khanak mein</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Ha Raham &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Murtaza Qadir (Soundtrack for 'Aamir')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Music by Amit Trivedi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aani jaani… hai kahaani…&lt;br /&gt;bulbule si… zindgaani…&lt;br /&gt;banti kabhi bigadti…&lt;br /&gt;tez hawa se ladti, bhidti…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ha raham, ha raham, farma e-Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, farma e-Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;mehfuz har kadam karna e-Khuda, e-Khuda&lt;br /&gt;mehfuz har kadam karna e-Khuda, e-Khuda…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Allah…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;saanson ki sooti… dor anoothi…&lt;br /&gt;jal jayegi… jal jayegi…&lt;span id="more-315"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band jo laaye the, haath ki muthhi…&lt;br /&gt;khul jayegi… khul jayegi…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;armaan kare kayaa ye ujlee…&lt;br /&gt;mitti mein mil jayegi..&lt;br /&gt;chaahe jitni shamaayein raushan kar le…&lt;br /&gt;dhoop to dhal jayegi, jayegi…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ha raham, ha raham, farma e-Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, farma e-Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;mehfuz har kadam karna e-Khuda, e-Khuda&lt;br /&gt;mehfuz har kadam karna e-Khuda, e-Khuda…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sone chamak mein, sikko khanak mein…&lt;br /&gt;milta nahi… milta nahi…&lt;br /&gt;dhool ke zarron mein, dhoonde koi tu…&lt;br /&gt;milta wahin… milta wahin…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kya majaal teri marzee ke aage…&lt;br /&gt;bando ki chal jayegi…&lt;br /&gt;thaame ungli jo tu kathputli bhi…&lt;br /&gt;chaal badal jayegi, jayegi..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ha raham, ha raham, farma e-Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, farma e-Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;mehfuz har kadam karna e-Khuda, e-Khuda&lt;br /&gt;mehfuz har kadam karna e-Khuda, e-Khuda…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…/khuda….&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…/Allah…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…/Allah….&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…/aa…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…/Allah…&lt;br /&gt;ha raham, ha raham, Khuda…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-7150834040353059471?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/7150834040353059471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=7150834040353059471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7150834040353059471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7150834040353059471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/09/sone-chamak-mein-sikko-khanak-mein.html' title='sone chamak mein, sikko khanak mein'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1921903732591694291</id><published>2008-09-05T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:50:47.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting</title><content type='html'>Song: Here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Waiting for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-1921903732591694291?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/1921903732591694291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-8560938569258382368</id><published>2008-09-03T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:11:38.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I'm saying is don't give up, you're getting so close</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Song: Everything Fades&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Pensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly thoughts of small deeds&lt;br /&gt;Everything that once answered to your needs&lt;br /&gt;The thoughtless but kind&lt;br /&gt;The caring but blind&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away, come turning of the tide&lt;br /&gt;For your love I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;For your pain, don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silhouettes, false leads&lt;br /&gt;That which drew you, like a crow to glass beads&lt;br /&gt;Secrets spied&lt;br /&gt;Wishes sighed&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away, come turning of the tide&lt;br /&gt;For your love I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;For your pain, don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away (Everything fades away)&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away (Fades away)&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is don't give up, you're getting so close&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is don't give up, it's the right way you chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away, come turning of the tide&lt;br /&gt;For your love I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;For your pain, don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away (Fades away)&lt;br /&gt;Everything fades away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-2502221215449208251</id><published>2008-09-02T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:21:40.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jag Mein Saanp Baste Hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Zehreelay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Unknown (OST Rock ON)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Reflective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Two Three Four…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghaas Mein Hai Thinke Jitne&lt;br /&gt;Regte Hain Saanp Uthne&lt;br /&gt;Kya Bataoon Hai Yeh Kitne&lt;br /&gt;Saanp Hi Saanp Hai Yahan Wahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag Mein Saanp Baste Hai&lt;br /&gt;Sabko Saanp Das The Hai&lt;br /&gt;Baitte Kundli Maar Ke&lt;br /&gt;Saanp Phankaare&lt;br /&gt;Saanp Hai Phankaarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zehreelay Zehreelay&lt;br /&gt;Kaale Neele Peele&lt;br /&gt;Pathar Ki Hai Aankhein&lt;br /&gt;Danth Hai Nukeelay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duniya Saanpon Ka Ban Hai&lt;br /&gt;Chehra Sab Ka Jaise Phan Hai&lt;br /&gt;Baitte Kundli Maar Ke&lt;br /&gt;Saanp Phankaare&lt;br /&gt;Saanp Hai Phankaarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zehreelay Zehreelay&lt;br /&gt;Kaale Neele Peele&lt;br /&gt;Pathar Ki Hai Aankhein&lt;br /&gt;Danth Hai Nukeelay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag Mein Saanp Baste Hai&lt;br /&gt;Sabko Saanp Das The Hai&lt;br /&gt;Baitte Kundli Maar Ke, Saanp Phankaare&lt;br /&gt;Saanp Hai Phankaarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zehreelay Zehreelay, Kaale Neele Peele&lt;br /&gt;Pathar Ki Hai Aankhein, Danth Hai Nukeelay&lt;br /&gt;Zehreelay Zehreelay, Kaale Neele Peele&lt;br /&gt;Pathar Ki Hai Aankhein, Danth Hai Nukeelay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-2502221215449208251?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/2502221215449208251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=2502221215449208251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/2502221215449208251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/2502221215449208251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/09/jag-mein-saanp-baste-hai.html' title='Jag Mein Saanp Baste Hai'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-2647328605749219211</id><published>2008-09-01T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:05:17.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahe Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Song: Saadho Re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Artist: Agnee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mood: Too moody to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sadho Re&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yeh Murdon Ka Gaon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yeh Murdon Ka Gaon &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peer Mare, Paigambar Mari Hain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mar Gaye Zinda Jogi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Raja Mari Hain, Parja Mari Hain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mar Gaye Baid Aur Rogi &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sadho Re&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yeh Murdon Ka Gaon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yeh Murdon Ka Gaon &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Naam Anaam Anant Rahat Hai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Dooja Tatva Na Hoi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Kahe Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bhatak Maro Mat Koi &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sadho Re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-2647328605749219211?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-8650357950932550184</id><published>2008-08-31T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:21:27.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You must have been high</title><content type='html'>Song: The pot&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Tool&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Trying to tell myself I wasn't high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to wave your finger?&lt;br /&gt;Ya' must have been out your head.&lt;br /&gt;Eye hole deep in muddy waters.&lt;br /&gt;You practically raised the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob the grave, to snow the cradle.&lt;br /&gt;Then burn the evidence down.&lt;br /&gt;Soapbox, house of cards, and glass,&lt;br /&gt;So don't go tossin' your stones around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been high.&lt;br /&gt;You must have been high.&lt;br /&gt;You must have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot in mouth, and head up asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha talkin' 'bout?&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to dance 'round this one&lt;br /&gt;'til you pull it out, boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been, so high.&lt;br /&gt;You must have been, so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.&lt;br /&gt;kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo&lt;br /&gt;Got lemon juice up in your...EYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pissed all over my black kettle&lt;br /&gt;You must have been HIGH, HIGH&lt;br /&gt;You must have been HIGH, HIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to wave your finger?&lt;br /&gt;So full of it.&lt;br /&gt;Eyeballs deep in muddy waters&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me.&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;You'll weep or, change the cozened indigo.&lt;br /&gt;Got lemon juice up in your high eye.&lt;br /&gt;When you pissed all over my black kettle&lt;br /&gt;You musta been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are you to wave your finger?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to wave your fatty finger at me?&lt;br /&gt;You must, have been, out your, mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weepin' shades of indigo&lt;br /&gt;Shed without a reason&lt;br /&gt;Weepin' shades of indigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar, lawyer,&lt;br /&gt;Mirror for ya,&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;kangaroo be stoned&lt;br /&gt;He's guilty as the government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;Will you weep or, change the cozened indigo&lt;br /&gt;Got lemon juice up in your, EYE!!&lt;br /&gt;EYE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.&lt;br /&gt;You musta been HIGH, HIGH, HIGH, HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Eyeballs deep in muddy waters&lt;br /&gt;Your balls deep in muddy waters.&lt;br /&gt;Ganja, please, you must have been out your MIND!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-8650357950932550184?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/8650357950932550184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=8650357950932550184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/8650357950932550184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/8650357950932550184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-must-have-been-high.html' title='You must have been high'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-6983024499606390029</id><published>2008-08-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:21:05.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To start up a fight</title><content type='html'>Song: Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Metallic \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanning the scene&lt;br /&gt;in the city tonight&lt;br /&gt;We're looking for you&lt;br /&gt;to start up a fight&lt;br /&gt;There's an evil feeling&lt;br /&gt;in our brains&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothing new&lt;br /&gt;you know it drives us insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Running,&lt;br /&gt;     On our way&lt;br /&gt;     Hiding,&lt;br /&gt;     You will be&lt;br /&gt;     Dying,&lt;br /&gt;     A thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;     Running,&lt;br /&gt;     On our way&lt;br /&gt;     Hiding,&lt;br /&gt;     You will be&lt;br /&gt;     Dying,&lt;br /&gt;     A thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no escape&lt;br /&gt;and that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;This is the end we won't take any more&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to the world you live in&lt;br /&gt;You're always bitching&lt;br /&gt;but now you're giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Running,&lt;br /&gt;     On our way&lt;br /&gt;     Hiding,&lt;br /&gt;     You will be&lt;br /&gt;     Dying,&lt;br /&gt;     A thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;     Running,&lt;br /&gt;     On our way&lt;br /&gt;     Hiding,&lt;br /&gt;     You will be&lt;br /&gt;     Dying,&lt;br /&gt;     A thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brains are on fire&lt;br /&gt;With the feeling to kill&lt;br /&gt;And it won't go away&lt;br /&gt;Until our dreams are fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;There is only one thing&lt;br /&gt;On our minds&lt;br /&gt;Don’t try running away&lt;br /&gt;`cause you’re the one we will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Running,&lt;br /&gt;     On our way&lt;br /&gt;     Hiding,&lt;br /&gt;     You will be&lt;br /&gt;     Dying,&lt;br /&gt;     A thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;     Running,&lt;br /&gt;     On our way&lt;br /&gt;     Hiding,&lt;br /&gt;     You will be&lt;br /&gt;     Dying,&lt;br /&gt;     A thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;     Searching,&lt;br /&gt;     Seek and Destroy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-6983024499606390029?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/6983024499606390029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=6983024499606390029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/6983024499606390029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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\m/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Waiting to be unforgiven third time over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Born to push you around&lt;br /&gt;You better just stay down&lt;br /&gt;You put away&lt;br /&gt;He hits the flesh&lt;br /&gt;You hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Maps so fulls of lies&lt;br /&gt;Tend to black your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Just keep them close&lt;br /&gt;Keep praying&lt;br /&gt;Just keep waiting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Waiting for the one&lt;br /&gt;The day that never comes&lt;br /&gt;When you stand up and feel the warmth&lt;br /&gt;but the sunshine never comes&lt;br /&gt;No the sunshine never comes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Push you cross that line&lt;br /&gt;Just stay down this time&lt;br /&gt;Hiding yourself&lt;br /&gt;Crawling yourself&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have your time&lt;br /&gt;God I’ll make them pay&lt;br /&gt;Take it back one day&lt;br /&gt;I’ll end this day&lt;br /&gt;I’ll splatter color on this gray.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Waiting for the one&lt;br /&gt;The day that never comes&lt;br /&gt;When you stand up and feel the warmth&lt;br /&gt;but the sunshine never comes&lt;br /&gt;No the sunshine never comes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love is a four letter word&lt;br /&gt;And never spoken here&lt;br /&gt;Love is a four letter word&lt;br /&gt;Here in the prison&lt;br /&gt;I suffer this no longer&lt;br /&gt;I put it into&lt;br /&gt;This I swear!&lt;br /&gt;This I swear!&lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;This I swear!&lt;br /&gt;This I swear!&lt;br /&gt;This I swear!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-3510582485611749925?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/3510582485611749925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=3510582485611749925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/3510582485611749925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/3510582485611749925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-end-this-day.html' title='I’ll end this day'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-897409372027565779</id><published>2008-08-25T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:56:34.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a new kid in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Song: New Kid in Town&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Eagles&lt;br /&gt;Mood: ' Fleety' [ the state of mind where due to lack of booze and good food, you feel like you are  part of a fleet of a cursed ship! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar&lt;br /&gt;Great expectations, everybody's watching you&lt;br /&gt;People you meet, they all seem to know you&lt;br /&gt;Even your old friends treat you like you're something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny come lately, the new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves you, so don't let them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look in her eyes; the music begins to play&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless romantics, here we go again&lt;br /&gt;But after awhile, you're lookin' the other way&lt;br /&gt;It's those restless hearts that never mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny come lately, the new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;Will she still love you when you're not around?&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things you should have told her,&lt;br /&gt;but night after night you're willing to hold her,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold her, tears on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's talk on the street, it's there to&lt;br /&gt;Remind you, that it doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;which side you're on.&lt;br /&gt;You're walking away and they're talking behind you&lt;br /&gt;They will never forget you 'til somebody new comes along&lt;br /&gt;Where you been lately? There's a new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves him, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Now he's holding her, and you're still around&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;br /&gt;There's a new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;just another new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, hoo&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's talking 'bout the new kid in town,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, hoo&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's walking' like the new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;There's a new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;There's a new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear it&lt;br /&gt;There's a new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear it&lt;br /&gt;There's a new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;There's a new kid in town&lt;br /&gt;There's a new kid in town &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-897409372027565779?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-3064758338020877191</id><published>2008-08-24T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:52:58.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking through my window</title><content type='html'>Song: Hours of Walth&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Opeth&lt;br /&gt;Mood: surprisingly stuck at angry thanks to too many mood swings in less than an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a way to rid myself clean of pain&lt;br /&gt;And the fever that's been haunting me&lt;br /&gt;Has gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through my window&lt;br /&gt;I seem to recognize&lt;br /&gt;All the people passing by&lt;br /&gt;But I am alone&lt;br /&gt;And far from home&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard me say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never shall I speak to anyone again&lt;br /&gt;All days are in darkness&lt;br /&gt;And I'm biding my time&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm sure of my task I will rise again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-3064758338020877191?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/3064758338020877191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=3064758338020877191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/3064758338020877191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/3064758338020877191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/looking-through-my-window.html' title='Looking through my window'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-4126649062304745010</id><published>2008-08-23T01:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:27:20.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aarajoo Ke Musaafir Bhatkate Rahein</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Main Jahan Rahoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Rahat Fateh Alia Khan &amp;amp; Javed Akhtar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: When you are listening to Rahat sahab, its has to be serene! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Jahaan Rahoon&lt;br /&gt;Main Kahin Bhi Hoon&lt;br /&gt;Teri Yaad Saath Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaane Kiski Talaash Unaki Aankhon Mein Thi&lt;br /&gt;Aarajoo Ke Musaafir Bhatkate Rahein&lt;br /&gt;Jitane Bhi Woh Chale&lt;br /&gt;Utane Hi Bichh Gayein Raah Mein Faasalein&lt;br /&gt;Kwaab Manjil Thi Aur Manjilein Khwaab Thi&lt;br /&gt;Raaston Se Nikalate Rahein Raaste&lt;br /&gt;Jaane Kis Waste Aarjoo Ke Musaafir Bhatkate Rahein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Jahaan Rahoon&lt;br /&gt;Main Kahin Bhi Hoon&lt;br /&gt;Teri Yaad Saath Hai&lt;br /&gt;Kisi Se Kahoon&lt;br /&gt;Ke Nahi Kahoon&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Jo Dil Ki Baat Hai&lt;br /&gt;Kehne Ko Saath Apane Ek Duniya Chalti Hai&lt;br /&gt;Per Chhupke Is Dil Mein Tanhaayi Palti Hai&lt;br /&gt;Bas Yaad Saath Hai&lt;br /&gt;Teri Yaad Saath Hai&lt;br /&gt;Main Jahaan Rahoon&lt;br /&gt;Main Kahin Bhi Hoon&lt;br /&gt;Teri Yaad Saath Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koyi Puraani Yaad Mera Rasta Roke Mujhse Kehti Hai&lt;br /&gt;Itani Jalati Dhoop Mein Yuun Kab Tak Ghumoge&lt;br /&gt;Aayo, Chalke Bitein Dino Ki Chhanv Mein Baithe&lt;br /&gt;Us Lamhein Ki Baat Karein&lt;br /&gt;Jisme Koyi Phool Khila Tha&lt;br /&gt;Us Lamhein Ki Baat Karein Ke&lt;br /&gt;Jisme Kisi Aawaaz Ki Chaandi Khanak Uthi Thi&lt;br /&gt;Us Lamhein Ki Baat Karein Ke&lt;br /&gt;Jisme Kisi Nazaron Ke Moti Barse The&lt;br /&gt;Koyi Puraani Yaad Mera Rasta Roke Mujhse Kehti Hai&lt;br /&gt;Itani Jalati Dhoop Mein Yuun Kab Tak Ghumoge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahin To Dil Mein Yaadon Ki&lt;br /&gt;Ek Suli Gad Jaati Hai&lt;br /&gt;Kahin Har Ek Tasveer Bhahut Hi Dhondhali Pad Jaati Hai&lt;br /&gt;Koi Nayi Duniya Ke Naye Rango Mein Khush Rehta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Koi Sab Kuch Paake Bhi Yeh Mann Hi Mann Kehta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Kehne Ko Saath Apane Ek Duniya Chalti Hai&lt;br /&gt;Per Chhupke Is Dil Mein Tanhaayi Palti Hai&lt;br /&gt;Bas Yaad Saath Hai&lt;br /&gt;Teri Yaad Saath Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sach Toh Yeh Hai Kasoor Apana Hain&lt;br /&gt;Chaand Ko Chuune Ki Tamanna Ki&lt;br /&gt;Aasamaan Ko Jamin Par Maanga&lt;br /&gt;Phool Chaaha Ki Paththaron Pe Khilein&lt;br /&gt;Kaanton Mein Ki Talaash Khoshboo Ki&lt;br /&gt;Aarjoo Ki Ke Aag Thandak De&lt;br /&gt;Barf Mein Dhundate Rahein Garmi&lt;br /&gt;Khwaab Jo Dekha Chaaha Sach Ho Jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Isaki Humko Saja Toh Milani Hi Thi&lt;br /&gt;Sach Toh Yeh Hai Kasoor Apana Hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahin To Beete Kal Ki Jadein&lt;br /&gt;Dil Mein Hi Utar Jaati Hai&lt;br /&gt;Kahin Jo Dhage Tute To Malaayen Bhikar Jaati&lt;br /&gt;Koi Dil Mein Jagah Nayi, Baaton Ke Liye Rakhta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Koi Apni Palko Par Yaadon Ke Diye Rakhta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Kehne Ko Saath Apane Ek Duniya Chalti Hai&lt;br /&gt;Per Chhupke Is Dil Mein Tanhaayi Palti Hai&lt;br /&gt;Bas Yaad Saath Hai&lt;br /&gt;Teri Yaad Saath Hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-4126649062304745010?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/4126649062304745010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=4126649062304745010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/4126649062304745010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/4126649062304745010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/aarajoo-ke-musaafir-bhatkate-rahein.html' title='Aarajoo Ke Musaafir Bhatkate Rahein'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-207718538142952970</id><published>2008-08-22T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:07:34.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, don't ask why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Alabama Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: The Doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Jimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, show me the way&lt;br /&gt;To the next whiskey bar&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way&lt;br /&gt;To the next whiskey bar&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;For if we don't find&lt;br /&gt;The next whiskey bar&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we must die&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we must die&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I tell you&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we must die&lt;br /&gt;Oh, moon of Alabama&lt;br /&gt;We now must say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We've lost our good old mama&lt;br /&gt;And must have whiskey, oh, you know why&lt;br /&gt;Oh, moon of Alabama&lt;br /&gt;We now must say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We've lost our good old mama&lt;br /&gt;And must have whiskey, oh, you know why&lt;br /&gt;Well, show me the way&lt;br /&gt;To the next little girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way&lt;br /&gt;To the next little girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;For if we don't find&lt;br /&gt;The next little girl&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we must die&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we must die&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I tell you&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we must die&lt;br /&gt;Oh, moon of Alabama&lt;br /&gt;We now must say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We've lost our good old mama&lt;br /&gt;And must have whiskey, oh, you know why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-207718538142952970?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/207718538142952970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=207718538142952970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/207718538142952970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/207718538142952970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-dont-ask-why.html' title='Oh, don&apos;t ask why'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1668857712354705546</id><published>2008-08-21T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T04:34:05.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thi chaashni si har uski baat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Maeri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Euphoria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Phri  Dhoom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;teri ya meri ya&lt;br /&gt;pull gaya&lt;br /&gt;ull gaya haar te ji&lt;br /&gt;hey mae ki karna mein jitnu&lt;br /&gt;hove naje mi&lt;br /&gt;hove naje mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bindiya lagati toh&lt;br /&gt;kaapti thi palken maeri&lt;br /&gt;chunniya sajake woh deti vaadein kalke maeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meri haaton mein tha uska haath&lt;br /&gt;thi chaashni si har uski baat&lt;br /&gt;maeri aap hi hasdi&lt;br /&gt;maeri aap hi rondi&lt;br /&gt;maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri&lt;br /&gt;galla kardi&lt;br /&gt;maeri akhlan lad di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri&lt;br /&gt;heyy maeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baarishon mein lipat ke maa ati thi woh chalke maeri&lt;br /&gt;deeriyan ho jaye to roti halke halke maeri&lt;br /&gt;phir se mein royu phir woh gaye&lt;br /&gt;thandi havayein banke chaye&lt;br /&gt;maeri hira ka aandhi kittean paundhi&lt;br /&gt;maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri&lt;br /&gt;jannata langdi maeri mannata mangdi&lt;br /&gt;maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab kya karun kahan se kahun aa maeri&lt;br /&gt;ab kya karun kahaaan se kahunn aa maeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duniya parayi chod ke aaja&lt;br /&gt;jhoothe sare naate tod ke aaja&lt;br /&gt;sau rabdi tujhe ek vari aaja&lt;br /&gt;aab ke mile to honge na juda&lt;br /&gt;na juda na juda aaa oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hud deya aaye koi chale aaye&lt;br /&gt;maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri&lt;br /&gt;galla kardi&lt;br /&gt;maeri akhlan lad di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khul gayi mera pyar&lt;br /&gt;mae bas lage mahine chaar&lt;br /&gt;maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaad woh aayi&lt;br /&gt;maeri yaad woh aayi&lt;br /&gt;maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab kya karun kahan se kahun aa maeri&lt;br /&gt;ab kya karun kahan se kahunn aa maeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-1668857712354705546?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/1668857712354705546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=1668857712354705546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1668857712354705546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1668857712354705546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/thi-chaashni-si-har-uski-baat.html' title='Thi chaashni si har uski baat'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-7794211203341824087</id><published>2008-08-20T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:22:12.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am your Uncle Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Electric Uncle Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Primus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Primate like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the plan, I am the man&lt;br /&gt;Who tells you what and when you can.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the old one that torments you.&lt;br /&gt;I am the voice that tells you to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie.&lt;br /&gt;Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die.&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I am your Uncle Sam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric Uncle Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You beg me please on bended knees&lt;br /&gt;Not to sit among these enemies.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;Then step aside and take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie.&lt;br /&gt;Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die.&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I am your Uncle Sam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric Uncle Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-7794211203341824087?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/7794211203341824087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=7794211203341824087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7794211203341824087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7794211203341824087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-your-uncle-sam.html' title='I am your Uncle Sam'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-7647150994261560766</id><published>2008-08-19T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:14:17.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Har tare ki aankh mein aankhe daale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Dil Haara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Sukhwinder Singh [Music: Vishal, Shekhar] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Tashan main :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pagal mannwa, kaise bhaghe re&lt;br /&gt;Pagal mann ban&lt;br /&gt;Tapad thod naach loo naach loo naach loo&lt;br /&gt;Naach loooo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ho oh&lt;br /&gt;Chappan tare thod naach lo&lt;br /&gt;Suraj chanda mod naach lo&lt;br /&gt;Ab tho tapad thod naach lo&lt;br /&gt;Mein da banjara re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ho oh&lt;br /&gt;Chappan tare thod naach lo&lt;br /&gt;Suraj chanda mod naach lo&lt;br /&gt;Ab tho tapad thod naach lo&lt;br /&gt;Mein da banjara re &lt;span id="more-1875"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh banke aawara mein kisme lene pauhanch gaya hu&lt;br /&gt;Koi tho rokho, kho jao re&lt;br /&gt;Masti ka mara mein kya bolu yeh kise kahu mein&lt;br /&gt;Dil ka paigara ho jao re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara dil haara haara mein haara&lt;br /&gt;Oh yaara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara dil haara haara mein haara&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara dil haara haara mein haara&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aaj hathe mein har ek halat se aage&lt;br /&gt;Zubani baat se aage chala aaya&lt;br /&gt;Har tare ki aankh mein aankhe daale&lt;br /&gt;Chandni raat se aage chala aaya&lt;br /&gt;Kisko bolu mein kaise bolu mein&lt;br /&gt;Koi mujh ko batha ke ja&lt;br /&gt;Koi tho batha jaye&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara dil haara haara mein haara&lt;br /&gt;Oh yaara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara dil haara haara mein haara&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara dil haara haara mein haara&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh ho&lt;br /&gt;Rasta bola re ki thak jayega&lt;br /&gt;Beech mein ruk jayega, abhi ruk ja&lt;br /&gt;Aare aage jake garaj ke aandhi hogi&lt;br /&gt;Garaj ke toofan hoga abhi ruk ja&lt;br /&gt;Mein tho deewana, bola aajana&lt;br /&gt;Dono sang mein chalenge ha&lt;br /&gt;Aa bhi ja, tu aaja re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara dil haara haara mein haara&lt;br /&gt;Oh yaara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara dil haara haara mein haara&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara dil haara haara mein haara&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tapad thod naach lo… hoiiii&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara dil haara haara mein haara&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara re dil  haara re&lt;br /&gt;Mein haara re&lt;br /&gt;Dil haara haara mein haara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-7647150994261560766?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/7647150994261560766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=7647150994261560766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7647150994261560766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7647150994261560766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/har-tare-ki-aankh-mein-aankhe-daale.html' title='Har tare ki aankh mein aankhe daale'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-3297030494113975146</id><published>2008-08-18T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T03:45:04.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't be the first</title><content type='html'>Song: End of the Road&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Eddie Vedder&lt;br /&gt;Mood: 'launchy' [the feeling of being ready to jump down the empire state building just for kicks!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the last&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the first&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to where the sky meets the earth&lt;br /&gt;It's all right and all wrong&lt;br /&gt;For me it begins at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;We come and go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-3297030494113975146?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/3297030494113975146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=3297030494113975146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/3297030494113975146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/3297030494113975146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wont-be-first.html' title='I won&apos;t be the first'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1880814471214904258</id><published>2008-08-17T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:31:44.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And brightened my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Can't smile without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Barry Manilow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Hellish [I am listening to a pop song, what else would you expect!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along just like a song&lt;br /&gt;And brightened my day&lt;br /&gt;Who would have believed that you were part of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Now it all seems light years away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some people say happiness takes so very long to find&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm finding it hard leaving your love behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-1880814471214904258?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/1880814471214904258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=1880814471214904258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1880814471214904258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1880814471214904258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-brightened-my-day.html' title='And brightened my day'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-3812426580274636621</id><published>2008-08-16T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:31:45.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Succoming to the games we play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Everything changes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Staind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Dreamy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you just walked away &lt;br /&gt;what could i really say &lt;br /&gt;would it matter anyway &lt;br /&gt;would it change how you feel&lt;br /&gt;i am the mess you chose&lt;br /&gt;the closet you can not close &lt;br /&gt;the devil in your possibles&lt;br /&gt;cause the wounds never heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everything changes if i could&lt;br /&gt;turn back the years if you could&lt;br /&gt;learn to forgive me then i could learn to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the things i say&lt;br /&gt;in moments of disarray&lt;br /&gt;succumbing to the games we play &lt;br /&gt;to make sure that its real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everything changes if i could&lt;br /&gt;turn back the years if you could&lt;br /&gt;learn to forgive me then i could learn to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its just me and you&lt;br /&gt;who knows what we could do&lt;br /&gt;if we can just make it through&lt;br /&gt;the toughest part of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everything changes if i could&lt;br /&gt;turn back the years if you could&lt;br /&gt;learn to forgive me and i could learn to feel &lt;br /&gt;then we could stay here together &lt;br /&gt;we could conquer the world if we could&lt;br /&gt;say that forever is more than just a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you just walked away &lt;br /&gt;what could i really say &lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't matter anyway &lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't change how you feel&lt;img src="http://www.lyricsforall.com/images/l/2147423767.jpg" weight="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-3812426580274636621?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/3812426580274636621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=3812426580274636621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/3812426580274636621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/3812426580274636621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/succoming-to-games-we-play.html' title='Succoming to the games we play'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-7333074727111752621</id><published>2008-08-15T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:29:28.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikla mahurat changaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Bhootni Ke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Daler Mehndi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Dhinchak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ho aaj khushi ka din hai aaya,&lt;br /&gt;Nikla mahurat changaa,&lt;br /&gt;Bai suit pehn ke ban gaya dulha,&lt;br /&gt;Balle..&lt;br /&gt;Ho suit pehn ke ban gaya dulha,&lt;br /&gt;Kal tak tha jo nanga.. &lt;span id="more-2141"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhai ghar walon ka naam na lena,&lt;br /&gt;Shaava&lt;br /&gt;ghar walon ka naam na lena,&lt;br /&gt;bachche darr jaayenge,&lt;br /&gt;syaapa paayenge,&lt;br /&gt;[pit pit ke chatti,&lt;br /&gt;syaapa paayenge] - 4 times&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;o chalo oye dhol walon,&lt;br /&gt;band baaja ke aa jao oye..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;buaahhh…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ek tera bhai, haye syaapa,&lt;br /&gt;ho bada shadayee, haye syaapa,&lt;br /&gt;ek teri behna, haye syaapa,&lt;br /&gt;bhainge naina, haye syaapa,&lt;br /&gt;o piyo piyakad, haye syaapa,&lt;br /&gt;o maayi fakad, haye syaapa,&lt;br /&gt;o chachu langda, haye syaapa,&lt;br /&gt;aye paave bhangra, haye syaapa,&lt;br /&gt;kehnde tainu, haye syaapa,&lt;br /&gt;oye durr o pitte muh, haye syaapa..&lt;br /&gt;[o nach de sab to aage aage,&lt;br /&gt;scent laga ke,&lt;br /&gt;sehra saja ke]- 2 times&lt;br /&gt;utte bhaade da suit boot neeche&lt;br /&gt;tainu ghodi kinhe chadhaya? Bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;tainu dulha kinhe banaya? Bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;Bhootni ke, bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;Ho tainu ghodi kinhe chadhaya? Bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;tainu dulha kinhe banaya? Oye bhootni ke..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;syaapa, syaapa, syaapa, syaapa…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hoo..&lt;br /&gt;pind de pyaar hum the,&lt;br /&gt;salon se kanware hum the,&lt;br /&gt;baaithe ke baaithe hum hai,&lt;br /&gt;tu chadh gaya ghodi,&lt;br /&gt;yaari kar gayi chutti,&lt;br /&gt;bas apni to hai kutti,&lt;br /&gt;hum to jo dekhe tujhko,&lt;br /&gt;aaye sharam thodi,&lt;br /&gt;jeete abe jeete, oye gal sun oye manjeete,&lt;br /&gt;reh gaye thande armaano ke ghunt peeke,&lt;br /&gt;tainu ghodi kinhe chadhaya? Bhootni de,&lt;br /&gt;tainu dulha kinhe banaya? Bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;Bhootni ke, bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;Bhootni ke, bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;tainu dulha kinhe banaya? Bhootni ke..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;haan..&lt;br /&gt;ab kahe ka rona,&lt;br /&gt;chal ho gaya jo tha hona,&lt;br /&gt;achchi kismat hai teri,&lt;br /&gt;hum yaar hai tere,&lt;br /&gt;tu pattha harjaayi,&lt;br /&gt;par achchi hai parjaayi,&lt;br /&gt;hoye shaava&lt;br /&gt;baaithenge iske dar pe,&lt;br /&gt;hum daal ke dere,&lt;br /&gt;jeeto, oye toni,&lt;br /&gt;oye kaise taale honi,&lt;br /&gt;hur ki karna iss khote da khoon pi ke,&lt;br /&gt;o tainu..&lt;br /&gt;tainu ghodi kinhe chadhaya? Bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;O tainu dulha kinhe banaya? Bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;Bhootni ke, oye bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;[tainu ghodi kinhe chadhaya? Bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;tainu dulha kinhe banaya? Bhootni ke..] - 3 times&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;chakk de…&lt;br /&gt;[tainu ghodi kinhe chadhaya? Bhootni ke,&lt;br /&gt;tainu dulha kinhe banaya? Bhootni ke..] - 3 times&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-7333074727111752621?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/7333074727111752621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=7333074727111752621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7333074727111752621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7333074727111752621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/nikla-mahurat-changaa.html' title='Nikla mahurat changaa'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-8585113494659875816</id><published>2008-08-14T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:50:53.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten why I needed this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Deliverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asrtist: Opeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Poetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loathing on mist&lt;br /&gt;crept up the caverns of my brain&lt;br /&gt;received no warning&lt;br /&gt;from nothing to a life code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk with me, you'll never leave&lt;br /&gt;wait to see your spirit free&lt;br /&gt;tell me how your heart's in need&lt;br /&gt;as i drown you in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unwinding snares of distrust&lt;br /&gt;your wrist in my face grip&lt;br /&gt;look me in the eye, i'm clear&lt;br /&gt;this is your time&lt;br /&gt;face down beneath the waterline&lt;br /&gt;gazing into the deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from love to death&lt;br /&gt;in a time span for seconds&lt;br /&gt;oblivious to regret&lt;br /&gt;pushed into belief&lt;br /&gt;in liquid cellophane&lt;br /&gt;gasping for air&lt;br /&gt;mercy in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;is the shade of the night&lt;br /&gt;face down beneath the waterline&lt;br /&gt;gazing into the deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the piercing sounds you make&lt;br /&gt;soaring higher, higher now&lt;br /&gt;and ounce left in my wake&lt;br /&gt;your memory is nothing but the scars on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all over now&lt;br /&gt;forgotten why i needed this&lt;br /&gt;standing down&lt;br /&gt;disappear into the obscure&lt;br /&gt;resting days&lt;br /&gt;waiting for new disease&lt;br /&gt;biding time&lt;br /&gt;locked inside insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always burns within&lt;br /&gt;the downward spiral never ends&lt;br /&gt;when driven into sin&lt;br /&gt;your salvation found in a sinner's deed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the devil guides the way&lt;br /&gt;tells me what to say&lt;br /&gt;pours himself inside&lt;br /&gt;and snuffs the final light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deliverance&lt;br /&gt;thrown back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deliverance&lt;br /&gt;laughing at me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-8585113494659875816?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/8585113494659875816/comments/default' title='Post 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-6029854329335083419</id><published>2008-08-12T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:58:21.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By summer it was all gone</title><content type='html'>Song: She's Moved On&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Porcupine Tree&lt;br /&gt;Mood: One that transcends all known heights of feeling low!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You move in waves&lt;br /&gt;You never retrace&lt;br /&gt;Your newest craze&lt;br /&gt;Straight out of the Face&lt;br /&gt;by the bed unread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left behind&lt;br /&gt;Like all the others&lt;br /&gt;Some fall for you&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make much&lt;br /&gt;difference if they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She changes every time you look&lt;br /&gt;By summer it was all gone -&lt;br /&gt;now she's moved on&lt;br /&gt;She called you every other day&lt;br /&gt;So savour it it's all gone -&lt;br /&gt;now she's moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a while&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed new&lt;br /&gt;Did we connect?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it all just biding time for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-6029854329335083419?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/6029854329335083419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=6029854329335083419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/6029854329335083419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;We're spoiling at the knife&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that the picture is perfect&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes for a second&lt;br /&gt;And meet the friendly soul&lt;br /&gt;I scream to why I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;The echo calls my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever&lt;br /&gt;If I never&lt;br /&gt;Make me want to stand up for whatever&lt;br /&gt;Make me say&lt;br /&gt;Make me pay&lt;br /&gt;Make me understand you're there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this life&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;Stay a while and breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this life&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;Stay a while and breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to victory within me&lt;br /&gt;I know that we're in for days&lt;br /&gt;No time to play&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think I called upon you to take me on&lt;br /&gt;Whittle me down to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Put me back, do it right this time&lt;br /&gt;Fight with me until the selfish help&lt;br /&gt;Burn my house until I end up with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever&lt;br /&gt;If I never&lt;br /&gt;Make me want to stand up for whatever&lt;br /&gt;Make me say&lt;br /&gt;Make me pay&lt;br /&gt;Make me understand you're there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this life&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;Stay a while and breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this life&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;Stay a while and breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thougths burn a hole in my heart&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts will keep me feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thougths burn a hole in my heart&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts will keep me feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever&lt;br /&gt;If I never&lt;br /&gt;Make me want to stand up for whatever&lt;br /&gt;Make me say&lt;br /&gt;Make me pay&lt;br /&gt;Make me understand you're there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this life&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;Stay a while and breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this life&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;Stay a while and breathe me in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-8973466999635958388?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/8973466999635958388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=8973466999635958388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/8973466999635958388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/8973466999635958388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/stay-while-and-breathe-me-in.html' title='Stay a while and breathe me in'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-3180081181343523438</id><published>2008-08-11T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T04:36:29.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sirf taenu ajje pata nahi  </title><content type='html'>Song: Main Bolia&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Rabbi Shergil&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bluesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kithey lukkian kithey lukkian       &lt;br /&gt;Gallan si eh ankahian           &lt;br /&gt;Taenu vekhke taenu vekhke       &lt;br /&gt;Ajj eh na jaan rokian           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayad maen chup hi rehnda       &lt;br /&gt;Duron vekhda kujh na kehnda       &lt;br /&gt;Par hasdi si o foka           &lt;br /&gt;Dindi khud nu dhokha           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maen bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Tu kardi maenu piar           &lt;br /&gt;Maen bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Taenu charhega bukhar           &lt;br /&gt;Maen bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Taenu aundi meri yad           &lt;br /&gt;Maen bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Teri jibh ‘te mera suad           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirf taenu ajje pata nahi           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun ke meri sun ke meri           &lt;br /&gt;Kujh o hil si gai               &lt;br /&gt;Kujh der tan chup o rahi           &lt;br /&gt;Fir o injh boli               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo kujh vi si maen chahia           &lt;br /&gt;Milia uho sab maen paia           &lt;br /&gt;Hai pura mera jahan           &lt;br /&gt;Ta sunnian das kyon terian akhan       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maen bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Tere ‘ch khali ik thaan           &lt;br /&gt;Na bhar sakey               &lt;br /&gt;O koi mere siva               &lt;br /&gt;Na lagna ethey ko gulab           &lt;br /&gt;Ugna bas ik kanda tikha           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirf tainu ajje pata nahi           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jandan maen mel hona aukha       &lt;br /&gt;Chali jo tu gain eyn us paar       &lt;br /&gt;Maen tan bhaven aapne bul si lavan       &lt;br /&gt;Par kukdi ey meri guitar           &lt;br /&gt;Raatin uthh rondi ey meri guitar       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maen kiha ajj shishey nu            &lt;br /&gt;“Aa vakhan khan urey kihnu farhia ey tu&lt;br /&gt;Beetia so beet gia               &lt;br /&gt;Maenu das vira kahnu arhia ey tun”       &lt;br /&gt;Bolia shisha “Maen ki dassan       &lt;br /&gt;Kujh farhia nahi kujh chhadia nahi       &lt;br /&gt;Aunda maenu ik geet hijar da       &lt;br /&gt;O vi chhad dian tan fir gavan maen ki”   &lt;br /&gt;Maen kiha “Gall mann lai meri       &lt;br /&gt;Kal pichhey ajj guavenga tun”       &lt;br /&gt;Bolia shisha “Japday jiven           &lt;br /&gt;Shiv nu nahi kadey parhia ey tun       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jah taenu kujh pata nahi”           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maen bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Tu kardi maenu piar           &lt;br /&gt;Maen bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Taenu charhega bukhar           &lt;br /&gt;Maen Bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Taenu kohu meri yad           &lt;br /&gt;Maen Bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Teri jibh ‘te mera suad            &lt;br /&gt;Maen bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Ro ro hovengi bezaar           &lt;br /&gt;Maen bolia               &lt;br /&gt;Avengi tu haddan paar           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirf taenu ajje pata nahi    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English Translation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Where’d they hide where’d they hide&lt;br /&gt;These words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you looking at you&lt;br /&gt;Today these can’t be stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’d have remained silent&lt;br /&gt;Looked at her from afar and said nothing&lt;br /&gt;But her laughter was fake&lt;br /&gt;She was but deluding herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;You love me   &lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;You will get the fever&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;You miss me&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;You can still taste me on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don’t know it yet   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hearing me on hearing me&lt;br /&gt;She was a bit shaken&lt;br /&gt;She was mum for a while&lt;br /&gt;Then she said this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever coveted&lt;br /&gt;I have it all&lt;br /&gt;My world is complete&lt;br /&gt;Then why tell me, are your eyes empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;There’s a hollow inside of you&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be filled&lt;br /&gt;By anyone but me&lt;br /&gt;No rose is going to grow here&lt;br /&gt;Only a sharp thorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don’t know it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a union is hard now&lt;br /&gt;That you’ve crossed over to the other side&lt;br /&gt;I might as well sew my lips&lt;br /&gt;But my guitar it wails&lt;br /&gt;It wakes up at night crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told the mirror today&lt;br /&gt;“Show me what you got there&lt;br /&gt;The past is past&lt;br /&gt;Tell me brother why are you still stuck up”&lt;br /&gt;The mirror said “What can I say&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what I have&lt;br /&gt;I know only this song of separation&lt;br /&gt;What else can I sing if not this”&lt;br /&gt;I said “Listen to me&lt;br /&gt;You will lose the present for the past”&lt;br /&gt;Miror said “Seems like you haven’t&lt;br /&gt;Ever read Shiv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go you know nothing”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;You love me   &lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;You will get the fever&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;My memory will impale you&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;You can taste me on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;You’ll breakdown crying&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;You’ll come crossing all lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don’t know it yet           &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-3180081181343523438?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/3180081181343523438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=3180081181343523438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/3180081181343523438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/3180081181343523438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/sirf-taenu-ajje-pata-nahi.html' title='Sirf taenu ajje pata nahi  '/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-5692482487539648264</id><published>2008-08-10T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:40:24.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's saying different things to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: In the waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Zero 7 (Garden State Soundtrack) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: shapeshifting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait in line&lt;br /&gt;'Till your time&lt;br /&gt;Ticking clock&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's saying different things to me&lt;br /&gt;Different things to me&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's saying different things to me&lt;br /&gt;Different things to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooohh&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In what you see&lt;br /&gt;There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In what you see&lt;br /&gt;Motionless wheel&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting line&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in&lt;br /&gt;What you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine to five&lt;br /&gt;Living lies&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;Stealing time&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's taking everything they can&lt;br /&gt;Everything they can&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's taking everything they can&lt;br /&gt;Everything they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooohh&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In what you feel&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In what you see&lt;br /&gt;Motionless wheel&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting line&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather not have seen&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hide away for another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In what you see&lt;br /&gt;Motionless wheel&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting line&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's saying different things to me&lt;br /&gt;Different things to me&lt;br /&gt;Different things to me&lt;br /&gt;Different things to me&lt;br /&gt;Different things to me&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's taking everything they can&lt;br /&gt;Everything they can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-5692482487539648264?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/5692482487539648264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=5692482487539648264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/5692482487539648264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/5692482487539648264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyones-saying-different-things-to-me.html' title='Everyone&apos;s saying different things to me'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-6520871455139143973</id><published>2008-08-09T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:25:23.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing here to run from,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Don't Panic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're sinking like stones,&lt;br /&gt;All that we fought for,&lt;br /&gt;All those places we've gone,&lt;br /&gt;All of us are done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do, yeah we do,&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're sinking like stones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we fought for,&lt;br /&gt;All those places we've gone,&lt;br /&gt;All of us are done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do, yeah we do,&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all that I know,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here to run from,&lt;br /&gt;And there, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-6520871455139143973?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-8687643040376291362</id><published>2008-08-07T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:16:52.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woh tera ro ro ke bhi mujhko rulana yaad hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Chupke Chupke Raat din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Ghulam Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chupke chupke raat din aansu bahaana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Humko ab tak aashiqui ka voh zamaana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Chupke chupke raat din aansu bahaana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Khench le na voh mera parde ka kona daffatan&lt;br /&gt;Aur dupatte se tera voh munh chhupaana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Humko ab tak aashiqui ka voh zamaana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Chupke chupke raat din aansu bahaana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Do paher ki dhoop mein mere bulaane ke liye&lt;br /&gt;Voh tera kothe pe nange paaon aana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Humko ab tak aashiqui ka voh zamaana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Chupke chupke raat din aansu bahaana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berukhi ke saath sunna darde dil ki daastan&lt;br /&gt;Woh kalai main tera kangan ghumana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Humko ab tak aashiqui ka woh zamana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Chupke chupke raat din aansu bahaana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Waqte ruksat alvida ka lafz kehne ke liye&lt;br /&gt;Woh tere sookhe labon ka thar tharana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Humko ab tak aashiqui ka woh zamana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Chupke chupke raat din aansu bahaana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Waqte ruksat agaya kal wasl kee shabbhee kahi zikre firaaq&lt;br /&gt;Woh tera ro ro ke bhi mujhko rulana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Humko ab tak aashiqui ka woh zamana yaad hai&lt;br /&gt;Chupke chupke raat din aansu bahaana yaad hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-8687643040376291362?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/8687643040376291362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=8687643040376291362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/8687643040376291362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/8687643040376291362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/woh-tera-ro-ro-ke-bhi-mujhko-rulana.html' title='Woh tera ro ro ke bhi mujhko rulana yaad hai'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-2283079864394947803</id><published>2008-08-06T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T02:15:39.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On our way into the light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: 3 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Poets of The Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Pensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than you know it I'm aware&lt;br /&gt;Of this connection that we share&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems like sometimes I don't care&lt;br /&gt;But you are the colors that I wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few hours, nearly dawn&lt;br /&gt;You've been real quiet all along&lt;br /&gt;Now, I cannot help but think there's something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 AM we seemed alright, couldn't be better&lt;br /&gt;On our way into the light&lt;br /&gt;Now 3 AM is gone, along with when there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;3 AM it seemed alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have been thoughtless, let me know&lt;br /&gt;I can take a hint you know, though I'm a little slow&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep it in you, lest it take root and grow&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line here's I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 AM we seemed alright, couldn't be better&lt;br /&gt;On our way into the light&lt;br /&gt;Now 3 AM is gone, along with when there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;3 AM it seemed alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 AM we seemed alright, like never better&lt;br /&gt;On our way into the light&lt;br /&gt;Now 3 AM is gone, along with when there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;3 AM it seemed alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-2283079864394947803?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/2283079864394947803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=2283079864394947803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/2283079864394947803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/2283079864394947803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-our-way-into-light.html' title='On our way into the light'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-3890379614055087582</id><published>2008-08-04T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:46:11.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning all the night time into the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Walk of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Dire Straits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: Feeling like a paper tiger after being up for 36hrs with 5 beers down my gut and an assortment of JackD, Smirnoff and lots of tequila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes johnny singing oldies, goldies&lt;br /&gt;Be-bop-a-lua, baby what I say&lt;br /&gt;Here comes johnny singing I gotta woman&lt;br /&gt;Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay&lt;br /&gt;He got the action, he got the motion&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the boy can play&lt;br /&gt;Dedication devotion&lt;br /&gt;Turning all the night time into the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He do the song about the sweet lovin woman&lt;br /&gt;He do the song about the knife&lt;br /&gt;He do the walk, he do the walk of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes johnny and hell tell you the story&lt;br /&gt;Hand me down mu walkin shoes&lt;br /&gt;Here come johnny with the power and the glory&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the talkin blues&lt;br /&gt;He got the action, he got the motion&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the boy can play&lt;br /&gt;Dedication devotion&lt;br /&gt;Turning all the night time into the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He do the song about the sweet lovin woman&lt;br /&gt;He do the song about the knife&lt;br /&gt;He do the walk, he do the walk of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes johnny singing oldies, goldies&lt;br /&gt;Be-bop-a-lula, baby what I say&lt;br /&gt;Here comes johnny singing I gotta woman&lt;br /&gt;Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay&lt;br /&gt;He got the action, he got the motion&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the boy can play&lt;br /&gt;Decidation devotion&lt;br /&gt;Turning all the night time into the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the violence and double talk&lt;br /&gt;Theres just a song in the trouble and the strife&lt;br /&gt;You do the walk, you do the walk of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-3890379614055087582?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-2927674989864341393</id><published>2008-08-03T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:43:40.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This rose will never die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: Lady D'Arbanville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artist: Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: un-serenus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; clear: right;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;My lady darbanville, why do you sleep so still?&lt;br /&gt;Ill wake you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lady darbanville why does it grieve me so?&lt;br /&gt;But your heart seems so silent.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lady darbanville why do you sleep so still?&lt;br /&gt;Ill wake you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lady darbanville, you look so cold tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips feel like winter,&lt;br /&gt;Your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lady darbanville, why do you sleep so still?&lt;br /&gt;Ill wake you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lady darbanville why does it grieve me so?&lt;br /&gt;But your heart seems so silent.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,&lt;br /&gt;Ill always be with you&lt;br /&gt;This rose will never die, this rose will never die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,&lt;br /&gt;Ill always be with you&lt;br /&gt;This rose will never die, this rose will never die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-2927674989864341393?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/2927674989864341393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=2927674989864341393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/2927674989864341393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/2927674989864341393'/><link rel='alternate' 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aisa bhi&lt;br /&gt;jo begana bhi hai apna bhi&lt;br /&gt;jahan thehray yeh lamha wahein se tu aagay jana hai&lt;br /&gt;jisay socha hai usko pana hai&lt;br /&gt;jaaoon mein jaatey pall se aagay jaoon&lt;br /&gt;jaaoon mein aagay jaa ja keh uss ko paoon&lt;br /&gt;jaoon paaoon aagay jaoon mein&lt;br /&gt;tara tara jala&lt;br /&gt;jala kehkashan ki tarahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;teray waastay mein&lt;br /&gt;tara tara jala&lt;br /&gt;jala kehakshan ki tarahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;jahan manzill hai meri&lt;br /&gt;kabhi tu woh dunya dekhon gaa&lt;br /&gt;mujhey kaisay hai jeena dekhun ga&lt;br /&gt;kabhi dekhun ga ja ke chura keh mein peecha kamon se&lt;br /&gt;kabhi niklun ga subho shaamon se&lt;br /&gt;jaoon mein jaatey pall se aagay jaoon&lt;br /&gt;jaoon mein aagay je ke uss ko paoon jaoon&lt;br /&gt;aagay jaoon mein&lt;br /&gt;tara tara jala&lt;br /&gt;jala kehkashan ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;teray wastay mein tara tara jala&lt;br /&gt;jala kehkashan ki tarahhhh&lt;br /&gt;teray saath hum nahiii&lt;br /&gt;ghum ki tarah yeh ghamm nahi&lt;br /&gt;teri mohabbat kamm nahiiii&lt;br /&gt;mein tara tara jala&lt;br /&gt;jala kehkashan ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;teray wastay mein&lt;br /&gt;tara tara jala&lt;br /&gt;jala kehkashan ki tarah&lt;br /&gt;in lamhon ke peechay koi tu hai lamha aisa bhii&lt;br /&gt;jo begana bhi hai apna bhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-8494046580453302454?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/8494046580453302454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=8494046580453302454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Artist: Creed&lt;br /&gt;Mood: "Tired!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im dreaming Im guided to another world&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;At sunrise I fight to stay asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dont want to leave the comfort of this place&lt;br /&gt;Cause theres a hunger, longing to escape&lt;br /&gt;From the life I live when Im awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets go there&lt;br /&gt;Lets make our escape&lt;br /&gt;Come on; lets go there&lt;br /&gt;Lets ask can we stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Can you take me higher?&lt;br /&gt;To the place where blind men see&lt;br /&gt;Can you take me higher?&lt;br /&gt;To the place with golden streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I would like our world to change&lt;br /&gt;It helps me to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;Those nights and those dreams&lt;br /&gt;But my friend Id sacrifice all those nights&lt;br /&gt;If I could make the earth and my dreams the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is&lt;br /&gt;To let love replace all our hate&lt;br /&gt;So lets go there&lt;br /&gt;Lets make our escape&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Lets go there lets ask can we stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go there&lt;br /&gt;Lets go there&lt;br /&gt;Lets go there&lt;br /&gt;Lets ask can we stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up high I feel like Im alive for the very first time&lt;br /&gt;Sat up high Im strong enough to take these dreams&lt;br /&gt;And make them mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-4425147008725735624?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/4425147008725735624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=4425147008725735624' title='0 Comments'/><link 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round</title><content type='html'>Artist: Jimi Hendrix (All hail \m/)&lt;br /&gt;Song: Little Wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Reminiscent of how last year when I left home I thought of my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well shes walking through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;With a circus mind thats running round&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies and zebras&lt;br /&gt;And moonbeams and fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;Thats all she ever thinks about&lt;br /&gt;Riding with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im sad, she comes to me&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free&lt;br /&gt;Its alright she says its alright&lt;br /&gt;Take anything you want from me, anything&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly on little wing,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-3801992696891463162?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1043301978699328781</id><published>2007-05-19T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T12:14:09.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For six long years I've been in trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: John Hartford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song: I am a man of constant sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: forgot ...now just humming ..its a brilliant song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man of constant sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I've seen trouble all my day.&lt;br /&gt;I bid farewell to old Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;The place where I was born and raised.&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 pleasures here on earth I 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;[chorus] He has no friends to help him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fare thee well my old 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;[chorus] 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;Then you may learn to love another&lt;br /&gt;While I am sleeping in my grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] 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'll never see no more.&lt;br /&gt;But there is one promise that is given&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you on God's golden shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] 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/1963314005916801655-1043301978699328781?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/1043301978699328781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=1043301978699328781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1043301978699328781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1043301978699328781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-six-long-years-ive-been-in-trouble.html' title='For six long years I&apos;ve been in trouble'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-6616146398524973490</id><published>2007-05-17T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T07:20:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't pretend I don't care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song: Addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: MAD!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I heard you're doing okay&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dick&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I don't care&lt;br /&gt;When you don't think about me&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy but you left anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it and I need it&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I met you&lt;br /&gt;And after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a dick&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I think you know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'd run a thousand miles to get you&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I did all that I could&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you&lt;br /&gt;But you left anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it and I need it&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I be waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;I can't make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it and I need it&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-6616146398524973490?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/6616146398524973490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=6616146398524973490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/6616146398524973490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/6616146398524973490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cant-pretend-i-dont-care.html' title='I can&apos;t pretend I don&apos;t care'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-7445518711159703600</id><published>2007-05-16T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T04:07:43.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah, Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: Ray Charles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song: Hit the road Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: If you just been labeled a stalker how would yeah feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Woah, Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean&lt;br /&gt;You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you said so&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to pack my things and go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(That's right)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now baby, listen, baby, don't ya treat me this-a way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be back on my feet some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood)&lt;br /&gt;(You ain't got no money you just ain't no good)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, I guess if you say so&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to pack my things and go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(That's right)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;break&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Uh, what you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I didn't understand you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You can't mean that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh, now baby, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What you tryin' to do to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh, don't treat me like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Don't you come back no more)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-7445518711159703600?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/7445518711159703600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=7445518711159703600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7445518711159703600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7445518711159703600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/05/woah-woman-oh-woman-dont-treat-me-so.html' title='Woah, Woman, oh woman, don&apos;t treat me so mean'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-7826540683708597039</id><published>2007-05-14T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T05:14:00.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It dont worry bout where its going, no, no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: The Allman Brothers Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song: Blue Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Waiting to get back to IIT, where everyday is a sunday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,&lt;br /&gt;It dont worry bout where its going, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;Dont fly, mister blue bird, Im just walking down the road,&lt;br /&gt;Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Youre my blue sky, youre my sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,&lt;br /&gt;Turn your love my way, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good old sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Goin to carolina, it wont be long and Ill be there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-7826540683708597039?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/7826540683708597039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=7826540683708597039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7826540683708597039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7826540683708597039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-dont-worry-bout-where-its-going-no.html' title='It dont worry bout where its going, no, no.'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-5096958221535042823</id><published>2007-05-10T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:53:51.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Someone to Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: Beatles (rather Ringo Starr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song: With a Little Help From My Friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Random! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you think if I sang out of tune,&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand up and walk out on me.&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try not to sing out of key.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when my love is away.&lt;br /&gt;(Does it worry you to be alone)&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel by the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;(Are you sad because you're on your own)&lt;br /&gt;No, I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need anybody?&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody to love.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be anybody?&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe in a love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;What do you see when you turn out the light?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need anybody?&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be anybody?&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm gonna try with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get high with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;With a little help from my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-5096958221535042823?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/5096958221535042823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=5096958221535042823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/5096958221535042823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/5096958221535042823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-someone-to-love.html' title='I Need Someone to Love!'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-4962165061132461698</id><published>2007-05-08T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:58:44.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovestruck romeo sings a streetsus serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: Dire Straits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song: Romeo And Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Lets say I am.... Happy!..a first-timer aint it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovestruck romeo sings a streetsus serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low with me a lovesong that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like you and me babe how about it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says hey its romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Hes underneath the window shes singing hey la my boyfriends back&lt;br /&gt;You shouldnt come around here singing up at people like that&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what you gonna do about it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet the dice were loaded from the start&lt;br /&gt;And I bet and you exploded in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I forget the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you wanna realise it was just that the time was wrong juliet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up on differents streets they both were streets of shame&lt;br /&gt;Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamed your dream for you and your dream is real&lt;br /&gt;How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold&lt;br /&gt;You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold&lt;br /&gt;You promised me everything you promised me think and thin&lt;br /&gt;Now you just says oh romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above Ill love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;Theres a place for us you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong juliet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant do the talk like they talk on tv&lt;br /&gt;And I cant do a love song like the way its meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I cant do everything but Id do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I cant do anything except be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be&lt;br /&gt;All do is keep the beat and bad company&lt;br /&gt;All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Julie Id do the stars with you any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above Ill love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;Theres a place for us you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong juliet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovestruck romeo sings a streetsus serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low with me a lovesong that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like you and me babe how about it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-4962165061132461698?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-3571166916204480933</id><published>2007-05-07T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:31:59.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasmic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: Nightwish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song: Fantasmic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Plain Bored :( ..Waiting for a miracle to happen.something like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.reference.com/search?r=13&amp;amp;q=Fantasmic"&gt;Fatnasmic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Take a step enter the land&lt;br /&gt;Walk through the air&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Wishmaster's will -&lt;br /&gt;Join him the quest for dream&lt;br /&gt;A make-believe&lt;br /&gt;Is all we ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;No matter who you are&lt;br /&gt;The second star to the right&lt;br /&gt;Harbinger's gate&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Blossom ballet&lt;br /&gt;In the great wide somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Believe in will&lt;br /&gt;The realm of the king of fantasy&lt;br /&gt;The master of the tale-like lore&lt;br /&gt;The way to kingdom I adore&lt;br /&gt;Where the warrior's heart is pure&lt;br /&gt;Where the stories will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cub of the king betrayed by usurper&lt;br /&gt;A girl in the rain swearing to her father's name&lt;br /&gt;Belle the last sight for the dying gruesome&lt;br /&gt;The beauties sleeping awaiting&lt;br /&gt;Deep in a dream&lt;br /&gt;For true love's first kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bald Mountain Night&lt;br /&gt;Devilheart endures but light&lt;br /&gt;A mad aerial dance&lt;br /&gt;Chernabog's succubi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Cauldron born&lt;br /&gt;Gurgi's heart forlorn&lt;br /&gt;Pig-keeper or hero&lt;br /&gt;On a quest of augury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maleficent's fury&lt;br /&gt;The spindle so luring&lt;br /&gt;Dragon fight, dying night&lt;br /&gt;Dooming might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprentice of Yen Sid&lt;br /&gt;Conducting the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer on mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;Spellbound masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sailor an idol for the six-year-old in me&lt;br /&gt;The Phoenix of White Agony Creek&lt;br /&gt;Enchantress, A mermaid in a tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;A Dragonslayer, The Awakener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon a star...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-3571166916204480933?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-8673792231596054412</id><published>2007-05-05T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T12:24:48.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Artist: Chad Kroeger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Song: Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mood: lost !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I am so high, I can hear heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I am so high, I can hear heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but heaven, no heaven don't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say that a hero can save us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna stand here and wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.&lt;br /&gt;Watch as we all fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that love would all save us.&lt;br /&gt;But how can that be?&lt;br /&gt;Look what love gave us.&lt;br /&gt;A world full of killing, and blood-spilling, that&lt;br /&gt;world never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say that a hero can save us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna stand here and wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.&lt;br /&gt;Watch as we all fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the world isn't ending, it's love that I'm sending to you.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the love of a hero, that's why I fear it won't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say that a hero can save us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna stand here and wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.&lt;br /&gt;Watch as we all fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're watching us (Watching us)&lt;br /&gt;They're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away.&lt;br /&gt;And they're watching us (Watching us)&lt;br /&gt;They're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away.&lt;br /&gt;And they're watching us (Watching us)&lt;br /&gt;They're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-8673792231596054412?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/8673792231596054412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=8673792231596054412' title='1 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Still here we are, both of us lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: Bob Seger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song: We've Got Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Dreaming dreams rendered only on the dream theater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its late, I know youre weary&lt;br /&gt;I know your plans dont include me&lt;br /&gt;Still here we are, both of us lonely&lt;br /&gt;Longing for shelter from all that we see&lt;br /&gt;Why should we worry, no one will care girl&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars so far away&lt;br /&gt;Weve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Weve got tonight babe&lt;br /&gt;Why don t we stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my soul, Ive been so lonely&lt;br /&gt;All of my hopes, fading away&lt;br /&gt;Ive longed for love, like everyone else does&lt;br /&gt;I know Ill keep searching, after today&lt;br /&gt;So there it is girl, Ive got it all now&lt;br /&gt;And here we are babe, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;Weve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Weve got tonight babe&lt;br /&gt;Why dont we stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its late, I know youre weary&lt;br /&gt;I know your plans dont include me&lt;br /&gt;Still here we are, both of us lonely&lt;br /&gt;Both of us lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Lets make it last, lets find a way&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light, come take my hand now&lt;br /&gt;Weve got tonight babe&lt;br /&gt;Why dont we stay?&lt;br /&gt;Weve got tonight babe&lt;br /&gt;Why dont we stay?&lt;div class="ad180x90" align="left"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-5863942981704561"; google_alternate_color = "FFFFFF"; google_ad_width = 200; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "200x90_0ads_al"; google_ad_channel ="3446701269"; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = 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href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-here-we-are-both-of-us-lonely.html' title='Still here we are, both of us lonely'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-7767665342168316911</id><published>2007-03-17T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T02:34:10.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabse Dekha Maine Tujhko..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Shailendra Singh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : Main Shayar To Nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : Well, Am listening to Hindi songs for a cahnge..so  you can guess my state! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Main shaayar to nahin&lt;br /&gt;(Main shaayar to nahin, magar ae haseen&lt;br /&gt;Jab se dekha maine tujhko&lt;br /&gt;Mujhko shaayari aa gayi) - 2&lt;br /&gt;Main aashiq to nahin, magar ae haseen&lt;br /&gt;Jab se dekha maine tujhko&lt;br /&gt;Mujhko aashiqui aa gayi&lt;br /&gt;Main shaayar to nahin&lt;br /&gt;(Pyaar ka naam maine suna tha magar&lt;br /&gt;Pyaar kya hai, yeh mujhko nahin thi khabar) - 2&lt;br /&gt;Main to uljha raha uljhanon ki tarha&lt;br /&gt;Doston mein raha dushmanon ki tarha&lt;br /&gt;Main dushman to nahin&lt;br /&gt;Main dushman to nahin, magar ae haseen&lt;br /&gt;Jab se dekha maine tujhko&lt;br /&gt;Mujhko dosti aa gayi&lt;br /&gt;Main shaayar to nahin&lt;br /&gt;(Sochta hoon agar main dua maangta&lt;br /&gt;Haath apne uthaakar main kya maangta) - 2&lt;br /&gt;Jab se tujhse mohabbat main karne laga&lt;br /&gt;Tab se jaise ibaadat main karne laga&lt;br /&gt;Main kaafir to nahin&lt;br /&gt;Main kaafir to nahin, magar ae haseen&lt;br /&gt;Jab se dekha maine tujhko&lt;br /&gt;Mujhko bandagi aa gayi&lt;br /&gt;Main shaayar to nahin, magar ae haseen&lt;br /&gt;Jab se dekha maine tujhko&lt;br /&gt;Mujhko shaayari aa gayi&lt;br /&gt;Main shaayar to nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-7767665342168316911?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/7767665342168316911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=7767665342168316911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7767665342168316911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7767665342168316911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/03/jabse-dekha-maine-tujhko.html' title='Jabse Dekha Maine Tujhko..'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-3855439074055660077</id><published>2007-03-16T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T03:31:32.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing Through my Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span helvetica="" font=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Six Pence None the Richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : There She goes (la cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood :Solitude Abolished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes&lt;br /&gt;There she goes again&lt;br /&gt;Racing through my brain&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't contain, this feeling that remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span helvetica="" font=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:-1;"&gt;There she blows&lt;br /&gt;There she blows again&lt;br /&gt;Pulsing through my vein&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't contain, this feeling that remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span helvetica="" font=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:-1;"&gt;There she goes&lt;br /&gt;There she goes again&lt;br /&gt;She calls my name, pulls my train&lt;br /&gt;And no-one else can heal my pain&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't can't contain, this feeling that remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span helvetica="" font=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:-1;"&gt;There she goes&lt;br /&gt;There she goes again&lt;br /&gt;Chasing down my lane&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't contain, this feeling that remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span helvetica="" font=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:-1;"&gt;There she goes&lt;br /&gt;There she goes&lt;br /&gt;There she goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-3855439074055660077?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/3855439074055660077/comments/default' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-4549833593434538720</id><published>2007-03-13T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:33:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Lasts forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Guns n Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : November Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : Doom I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see a love restrained&lt;br /&gt;But darlin' when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;And we both know hearts can change&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this such a long long time&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;But lovers always come and lovers always go&lt;br /&gt;An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today&lt;br /&gt;Walking away&lt;br /&gt;If we could take the time to lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;I could rest my head&lt;br /&gt;Just knowin' that you were mine&lt;br /&gt;All mine&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to love me&lt;br /&gt;then darlin' don't refrain&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll just end up walkin'&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time...on your own&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time...on their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;br /&gt;When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;br /&gt;But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't time be out to charm you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time...on my&lt;br /&gt;own Sometimes I need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time...on their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your fears subside&lt;br /&gt;And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can love me&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one left to blame&lt;br /&gt;So never mind the darkness&lt;br /&gt;We still can find a way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Even cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-4549833593434538720?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-6837956029438630050</id><published>2007-03-11T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T14:38:27.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars fading but I linger on dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist: Louis Armstrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song : Dream a Little Dream of Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood : studious;Learning all about my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stars shining bright above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all 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;/p&gt; Yes, dream a little dream of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-6837956029438630050?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/6837956029438630050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=6837956029438630050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/6837956029438630050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/6837956029438630050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/03/stars-fading-but-i-linger-on-dear.html' title='Stars fading but I linger on dear'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-188347708335936178</id><published>2007-03-10T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T02:45:02.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give it all to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Mick Jagger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : God Gave me Everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : Ready to give it out all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Can See It In A Clear Blue Sky&lt;br /&gt;You Can See It In A Woman's Eyes&lt;br /&gt;You Can Hear It In Your Babies Cries&lt;br /&gt;You Can Hear It In Your Lover's Sighs&lt;br /&gt;You Can Touch It In A Grain Of Sand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Hold It Right There&lt;br /&gt;In The Palm Of Your Hand&lt;br /&gt;Feel It Round You Everyday&lt;br /&gt;And Hear What I've Got To Say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give It All To You&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give It All To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Saw It In The Midnight Sun&lt;br /&gt;And I Felt It In The Race I Won&lt;br /&gt;And I Hear It In The Windy Storm&lt;br /&gt;And I Feel It In The Icy Dawn&lt;br /&gt;And I Smell It The Wine I Taste&lt;br /&gt;And I See It In My Father's Face&lt;br /&gt;And I Hear It In A Symphony&lt;br /&gt;And I Feel It In The Love You Show For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;Oh Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give It All To You&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give It All To You&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Stop Can't Stop&lt;br /&gt;I'm Still Looking Now&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;Oh Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give It All To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy You Said&lt;br /&gt;It's All In Your Head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-188347708335936178?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/188347708335936178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=188347708335936178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/188347708335936178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/188347708335936178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-give-it-all-to-you.html' title='I&apos;ll give it all to you'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1220340983839905202</id><published>2007-03-09T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:12:01.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazing at People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Moody Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : Nights in White Satin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : Just realized that how I was high on the last 10th and ho today I am at the lowest ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights in white satin,&lt;br /&gt;Never reaching the end,&lt;br /&gt;Letters Ive written,&lt;br /&gt;Never meaning to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty Id always missed&lt;br /&gt;With these eyes before,&lt;br /&gt;Just what the truth is&lt;br /&gt;I cant say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at people,&lt;br /&gt;Some hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;Just what Im going thru&lt;br /&gt;They can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some try to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts they cannot defend,&lt;br /&gt;Just what you want to be&lt;br /&gt;You will be in the end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights in white satin,&lt;br /&gt;Never reaching the end,&lt;br /&gt;Letters Ive written,&lt;br /&gt;Never meaning to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty Id always missed&lt;br /&gt;With these eyes before,&lt;br /&gt;Just what the truth is&lt;br /&gt;I cant say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-1220340983839905202?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/1220340983839905202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=1220340983839905202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1220340983839905202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1220340983839905202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/03/gazing-at-people.html' title='Gazing at People'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-6112075714947997173</id><published>2007-03-08T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T07:44:47.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream yourself a dream come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Depeche Mode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : Dream On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : Fell like dreaming again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;All these lines on my face gettin clearer&lt;br /&gt;The past is gone&lt;br /&gt;It went by like dust to dawn&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that the way&lt;br /&gt;Everybodys got their dues in life to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Where it comes and where it goes&lt;br /&gt;I know its everybodys sin&lt;br /&gt;You got to lose to know how to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half my life is in books written pages&lt;br /&gt;Live and learn from fools and from sages&lt;br /&gt;You know its true&lt;br /&gt;All the things come back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me, sing for the years&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me, if its just for today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, dream on&lt;br /&gt;Dream yourself a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, dream on&lt;br /&gt;Dream until your dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, dream on, dream on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me, sing for the years&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me, if its just for today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-6112075714947997173?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/6112075714947997173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=6112075714947997173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/6112075714947997173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/6112075714947997173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/03/dream-yourself-dream-come-true.html' title='Dream yourself a dream come true'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-7369994258405040930</id><published>2007-03-07T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:39:46.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I know the pieces fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Tool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : Schism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : Finding beauty in the dissonance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away&lt;br /&gt;Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,&lt;br /&gt;Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion&lt;br /&gt;Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication&lt;br /&gt;The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so&lt;br /&gt;We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down&lt;br /&gt;No fault, none to blame it doesnt mean I dont desire to&lt;br /&gt;Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.&lt;br /&gt;To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,&lt;br /&gt;And the circling is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Finding beauty in the dissonance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.&lt;br /&gt;Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting&lt;br /&gt;Ive done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between supposed lovers&lt;br /&gt;Between supposed lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know the pieces fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-7369994258405040930?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/7369994258405040930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=7369994258405040930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7369994258405040930'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : Through Her Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : Musical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never really had a chance&lt;br /&gt;On that fateful moonlit night&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificed without a fight&lt;br /&gt;A victim of her circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Ive become aware&lt;br /&gt;And Ive exposed this tragedy&lt;br /&gt;A sadness grows inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It all seems so unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im learning all about my life&lt;br /&gt;By looking through her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beyond the churchyard gates&lt;br /&gt;Where the grass is overgrown&lt;br /&gt;I saw the writing on her stone&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I would suffocate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inloving memory of our child&lt;br /&gt;So innocent, eyes open wide&lt;br /&gt;I felt so empty as I cried&lt;br /&gt;Like part of me had died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im learning all about my life&lt;br /&gt;By looking through her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as her image&lt;br /&gt;Wandered through my head&lt;br /&gt;I wept just like a baby&lt;br /&gt;As I lay awake in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what its like&lt;br /&gt;To lose someone you love&lt;br /&gt;And this felt just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasnt given any choice&lt;br /&gt;Desperation stole her voice&lt;br /&gt;Ive been given so much more in life&lt;br /&gt;Ive got a son, Ive got a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to suffer one last time&lt;br /&gt;To grieve for her and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Relive the anguish of my past&lt;br /&gt;To find out who I was at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door has opened wide&lt;br /&gt;Im turning with the tide&lt;br /&gt;Looking through her eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1502883872143651276</id><published>2007-03-05T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:48:25.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was staring straight into the shining sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: Pink Floyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : Coming Back To Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : Hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when I was burned and broken&lt;br /&gt;While the days slipped by from my window watching&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless&lt;br /&gt;Because the things you say and the things you do surround me&lt;br /&gt;While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words&lt;br /&gt;dying to believe in what you heard&lt;br /&gt;I was staring straight into the shining sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thought and lost in time&lt;br /&gt;While the seeds of live and the seeds of change were planted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the rain fell dark and slow&lt;br /&gt;While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime&lt;br /&gt;I took a heavenly ride through one silence&lt;br /&gt;I knew the moment had arrived&lt;br /&gt;For killing the past and coming back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a heavenly ride trough our silence&lt;br /&gt;I knew the waiting had begin&lt;br /&gt;And headed straight... into the shining sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1922861635633047649</id><published>2007-03-01T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:18:04.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now you telling me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Joan Baez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : Diamonds A Rust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : pensive ; searching through my memories for diamonds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Well 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&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I remember your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Were bluer than&lt;br /&gt;robin's eggs&lt;br /&gt;My poetry was lousy you said&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;br /&gt;are you calling from?&lt;br /&gt;A booth in the midwest&lt;br /&gt;Ten years&lt;br /&gt;ago&lt;br /&gt;I bought you some cufflinks&lt;br /&gt;You brought me&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;We both know what memories can bring&lt;br /&gt;They&lt;br /&gt;bring diamonds and rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you burst on the&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;there you stayed&lt;br /&gt;Temporarily lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;The Madonna&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;hotel&lt;br /&gt;Over Washington Square&lt;br /&gt;Our breath comes out&lt;br /&gt;white clouds&lt;br /&gt;Mingles and hangs in the air&lt;br /&gt;Speaking&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;Then give me another word for it&lt;br /&gt;You who are&lt;br /&gt;so good with words&lt;br /&gt;And at keeping things vague&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;I need some of that vagueness now&lt;br /&gt;It's all come back&lt;br /&gt;too clearly&lt;br /&gt;Yes I loved you dearly&lt;br /&gt;And if you're&lt;br /&gt;offering me diamonds and rust&lt;br /&gt;I've already paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-1922861635633047649?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/1922861635633047649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=1922861635633047649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1922861635633047649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1922861635633047649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-now-you-telling-me.html' title='And now you telling me...'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1779566572200674891</id><published>2007-02-28T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T07:23:31.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist: U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : Miracle Drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : Hypothesizing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to trip inside your head&lt;br /&gt;Spend the day there...&lt;br /&gt;To hear the things you haven't said&lt;br /&gt;And see what you might see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you when you call&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your thoughts take shape&lt;br /&gt;And walk right out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom has a scent&lt;br /&gt;Like the top of a new born baby's head&lt;br /&gt;The songs are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see them when you smile&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough I'm not giving up&lt;br /&gt;On a miracle drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of science and the human heart&lt;br /&gt;There is no limit&lt;br /&gt;There is no failure here sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Just when you quit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;Love makes nonsense of space&lt;br /&gt;And time...will disappear&lt;br /&gt;Love and logic keep us clear&lt;br /&gt;Reason is on our side, love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see them when you smile&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of romantic love&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up&lt;br /&gt;For a miracle, a miracle drug, a miracle drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I need your help tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the noise&lt;br /&gt;Below the din&lt;br /&gt;I hear a voice&lt;br /&gt;It's whispering&lt;br /&gt;In science and in medicine&lt;br /&gt;"I was a stranger&lt;br /&gt;You took me in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see them when you smile&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of romantic love&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up&lt;br /&gt;For a miracle, miracle drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle, miracle drug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-1779566572200674891?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-4588798463090551794</id><published>2007-02-27T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T07:19:53.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you'd only let it be !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist: Lobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song : I'd Love you to want me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood : "glimpsified&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;I about fell off my chair&lt;br /&gt;When you moved your mouth to speak&lt;br /&gt;I felt the blood go to my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it took time for me to know&lt;br /&gt;What you tried so not to show&lt;br /&gt;Something in my soul just cried&lt;br /&gt;I see the want in your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'd love you to want me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that it should be&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you'd love me to want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want to&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told yourself years ago&lt;br /&gt;You'd never let your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;The obligation that you made&lt;br /&gt;For the title that they gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'd love you to want me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that it should be&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you'd love me to want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want to&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it took time for me to know&lt;br /&gt;What you tried so not to show&lt;br /&gt;Something in my soul just cried&lt;br /&gt;I see the want in your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'd love you to want me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that it should be&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you'd love me to want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want to&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let it be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-4588798463090551794?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/4588798463090551794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=4588798463090551794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Tree&lt;br /&gt;Song : The Rest Will Flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood : Feeling more feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretending to be floating strong&lt;br /&gt;But I was sinking&lt;br /&gt;In to still water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;All of the rest will flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of darkness I found I could still feel&lt;br /&gt;Something good&lt;br /&gt;Out of the woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;All of the rest will flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One simple thing that I never could see&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;All of the rest will flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me my angel I found you&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't feel low&lt;br /&gt;All of the rest will flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;All of the rest will flow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-5401792422867153686?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-8408960200797421361</id><published>2007-02-25T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:04:45.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something stupid (revisted )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Artist : Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Song : Something Stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mood : Remembering the 9th of Feb ! (only after a nite out that is :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time&lt;br /&gt;To spend an evening with me&lt;br /&gt;And if we go someplace to dance, I know that theres a chance&lt;br /&gt;You wont be leaving with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place&lt;br /&gt;And have a drink or two&lt;br /&gt;And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid&lt;br /&gt;Like: I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies&lt;br /&gt;You heard the night before&lt;br /&gt;And though its just a line to you, for me its true&lt;br /&gt;It never seemed so right before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practice every day to find some clever lines to say&lt;br /&gt;To make the meaning come through&lt;br /&gt;But then I think Ill wait until the evening gets late&lt;br /&gt;And Im alone with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red&lt;br /&gt;And oh the nights so blue&lt;br /&gt;And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid&lt;br /&gt;Like: I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you, I love you,...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-8408960200797421361?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/8408960200797421361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=8408960200797421361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Godsmack&lt;br /&gt;Song : Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood : Dreaming of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here and slowly close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I take another deep breath&lt;br /&gt;And feel the wind pass through my body&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting in the light&lt;br /&gt;Protect the ones who hold you&lt;br /&gt;Cradling your inner child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity&lt;br /&gt;In a place where I can hide&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes, days go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go when we just don't know&lt;br /&gt;And how do we relight the flame when it's cold&lt;br /&gt;Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;And when will we learn to control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragic visions slowly stole my life&lt;br /&gt;Tore away everything&lt;br /&gt;Cheating me out of my time&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who loves you&lt;br /&gt;No matter wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And every day I hold you&lt;br /&gt;I hold you with my inner child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity&lt;br /&gt;In a place where I can hide&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes, days go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go when we just don't know&lt;br /&gt;And how do we relight the flame when it's cold&lt;br /&gt;Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;And when will we learn to control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go when we just don't know&lt;br /&gt;And how do we relight the flame when it's cold&lt;br /&gt;Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;And when will we learn to control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-1769288728600939635?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/1769288728600939635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=1769288728600939635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1769288728600939635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1769288728600939635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-do-we-go.html' title='Where do we go ??'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-6753207597796956824</id><published>2007-02-24T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:14:40.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Rem to truly love me!</title><content type='html'>From "Rem"(R.E.M just made to sound like some shady pop-sucker band) to .."....truly love me", it has been a long journey , but still none can see what love has done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..Who do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;when you come undone .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    --Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even an illiterate is just an ill-literate. Some choose words some the sword., but they both die without a word.some to words and some to their own swords!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-6753207597796956824?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/6753207597796956824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=6753207597796956824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/6753207597796956824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/6753207597796956824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-rem-to-truly-love-me.html' title='From Rem to truly love me!'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-3010313634776086190</id><published>2007-02-24T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:03:14.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roaming through the darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist : 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;Song : When I'm Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood : feeling sweet emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another world inside of me&lt;br /&gt;That you may never see&lt;br /&gt;There're secrets in this life&lt;br /&gt;That I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in this darkness&lt;br /&gt;There's a light that I can't find&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's too far away...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Right me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;And love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am&lt;br /&gt;And everything in me&lt;br /&gt;Wants to be the one&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;Even if I could&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up everything&lt;br /&gt;If only for your good&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Right me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;You won't always be there&lt;br /&gt;So love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your education X-Ray&lt;br /&gt;Cannot see under my skin&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;That I could not tell my friends&lt;br /&gt;Roaming through this darkness&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive but I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is fighting this&lt;br /&gt;But part of me is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;When I'm Gone&lt;br /&gt;When I'm Gone&lt;br /&gt;When I'm Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1319534810222224727</id><published>2007-02-23T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:03:01.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel put your wings around me now...</title><content type='html'>Artist : Judas Priest&lt;br /&gt;Song : Dreamer Deceiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Just plain high !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="content" style="font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;" lang="en"&gt;Standing by my window, breathing summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;Saw a figure floating, neath the willow tree&lt;br /&gt;Asked us if we were happy, we said we didnt know&lt;br /&gt;Took us by the hands and up we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed the dreamer through the purple hazy clouds&lt;br /&gt;He could control our sense of time&lt;br /&gt;We thought we were lost but no matter how we tried&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was in peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt the sensations drift inside our frames&lt;br /&gt;Finding complete contentment there&lt;br /&gt;And all the tensions that hurt us in the past&lt;br /&gt;Just seemed to vanish in thin air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said in the cosmos is a single sonic sound&lt;br /&gt;That is vibrating constantly&lt;br /&gt;And if we could grip and hold on to the note&lt;br /&gt;We would see our minds were free...oh theyre free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are lost above&lt;br /&gt;Floating way up high&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can find a way&lt;br /&gt;You can surely try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-1319534810222224727?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/1319534810222224727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=1319534810222224727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1319534810222224727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1319534810222224727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/02/angel-put-your-wings-around-me-now.html' title='Angel put your wings around me now...'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1743639713677440792</id><published>2007-02-22T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:48:40.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;Song : Ordinary World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood : Staring at the ceiling, just staring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Came in from a rainy thursday on the avenue&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard you talking softly.&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the lights, the tv and the radio&lt;br /&gt;Still I cant escape the ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to it all?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, somed say,&lt;br /&gt;Where is the life that I recognize?&lt;br /&gt;Gone away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wont cry for yesterday, theres an ordinary world,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have to find.&lt;br /&gt;And as I try to make my way, to the ordinary world...&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say&lt;br /&gt;Pride will tear us both apart&lt;br /&gt;Well now prides gone out the window cross the rooftops, run away,&lt;br /&gt;Left me in the vacuum of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, somed say,&lt;br /&gt;Where is my friend when I need you most?&lt;br /&gt;Gone away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-1743639713677440792?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/1743639713677440792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=1743639713677440792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1743639713677440792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1743639713677440792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/02/artist-duran-duran-song-ordinary-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-7658717464253201566</id><published>2007-02-21T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T06:26:30.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Porcupine Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : Arriving somewhere but not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : feeling like a libertine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stop the car on a drive in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Never look for the truth in your mother's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Never trust the sound of rain upon a river rushing through your ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving somewhere but not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Or the smashed windows of a car?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out was a song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my designs simplified&lt;br /&gt;And all of my plans compromised&lt;br /&gt;All of my dreams sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had the feeling you've been here before?&lt;br /&gt;Drinking down the poison the way you were taught&lt;br /&gt;Every thought from here on in your life begins and all you knew was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the red mist block your path?&lt;br /&gt;Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-7658717464253201566?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/7658717464253201566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=7658717464253201566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7658717464253201566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/7658717464253201566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-967734125768955278</id><published>2007-02-20T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:44:59.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's easier  to talk to my PC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Artist : Porcupine Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song : Shallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood : Shallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQc7o1CLEMg/Rdt5t_G8DcI/AAAAAAAAABA/3Ydks5dahR8/s1600-h/225px-PorcupineTree-Deadwing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQc7o1CLEMg/Rdt5t_G8DcI/AAAAAAAAABA/3Ydks5dahR8/s400/225px-PorcupineTree-Deadwing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033750839458270658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Did something in my past create a hole?&lt;br /&gt;Don't use your gender&lt;br /&gt;To drive a stake right through my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live to function&lt;br /&gt;On my own is all I know&lt;br /&gt;No friends to mention&lt;br /&gt;No distraction, nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shallow, shallow&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Scissors cutting out your anger&lt;br /&gt;Shallow, shallow&lt;br /&gt;No good to me, not if you bleed&lt;br /&gt;Bite your tongue, ignore the splinter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This city drains me&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe it's the smell of gasoline&lt;br /&gt;The millions pain me&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to talk to my PC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-967734125768955278?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/967734125768955278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=967734125768955278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/967734125768955278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/967734125768955278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-easier-to-talk-to-my-pc.html' title='It&apos;s easier  to talk to my PC'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQc7o1CLEMg/Rdt5t_G8DcI/AAAAAAAAABA/3Ydks5dahR8/s72-c/225px-PorcupineTree-Deadwing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-1862832138131330785</id><published>2007-02-19T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:35:18.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist : Nightwish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song : Swanheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood : awfully awe inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;I want to have them&lt;br /&gt;I want to have them all&lt;br /&gt;All those porcelain models&lt;br /&gt;If only I could make them fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my heart a well of love&lt;br /&gt;Flowing free so far above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wintry eve&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a tale&lt;br /&gt;An Ugly Duckling&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a verse&lt;br /&gt;Of a sparrows carol&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my heart a well of love&lt;br /&gt;Flowing free so far above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my world&lt;br /&gt;Love is for poets&lt;br /&gt;Never the famous balcony scene&lt;br /&gt;Just a dying faith&lt;br /&gt;On the heaven's gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal pond awaits the lorn&lt;br /&gt;Tonight another morn for the lonely one is born&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-1862832138131330785?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/1862832138131330785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=1862832138131330785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1862832138131330785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1963314005916801655/posts/default/1862832138131330785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wish-i-had-angel.html' title='I wish I had an angel'/><author><name>Kumar Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-5146507893895861077</id><published>2007-02-19T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:02:15.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I am not crazy !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist: Matchbox 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song : Unwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: well...Unwell :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Making friends with shadows on my wall&lt;br /&gt;All night&lt;br /&gt;Hearing voices telling me&lt;br /&gt;That I should get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow might be good for something&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I'm headed for a&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;I know, right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;I know, right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself in public&lt;br /&gt;Dodging glances on the train&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I know they've all been talking 'bout me&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them whisper&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me think there must be something wrong&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the hours thinking&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;I know, right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I been talking in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon they'll come to get me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're taking me away&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;I know, right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;I know, right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be&lt;div 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Aakash</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107267488434242221947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YikKSAMnmbM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/n0Um4GCfHAg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963314005916801655.post-7507930040011675018</id><published>2007-02-18T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T12:35:26.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Blues Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist: Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song: Behind Blue Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: Indigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  No one knows what it's like&lt;br /&gt;  To be the bad man&lt;br /&gt;  To be the sad man&lt;br /&gt;  Behind blue eyes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  No one knows what it's like&lt;br /&gt;  To be hated&lt;br /&gt;  To be fated&lt;br /&gt;  To telling only lies&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  But my dreams&lt;br /&gt;  They aren't as empty&lt;br /&gt;  As my conscience seems to be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I have hours, only lonely&lt;br /&gt;  My love is vengeance&lt;br /&gt;  That's never free&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  No one knows what it's like&lt;br /&gt;  To feel these feelings&lt;br /&gt;  Like I do&lt;br /&gt;  And I blame you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  No one bites back as hard&lt;br /&gt;  On their anger&lt;br /&gt;  None of my pain and woe&lt;br /&gt;  Can show through&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  But my dreams&lt;br /&gt;  They aren't as empty&lt;br /&gt;  As my conscience seems to be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I have hours, only lonely&lt;br /&gt;  My love is vengeance&lt;br /&gt;  That's never free&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  When my fist clenches, crack it open&lt;br /&gt;  Before I use it and lose my cool&lt;br /&gt;  When I smile, tell me some bad news&lt;br /&gt;  Before I laugh and act like a fool&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  If I swallow anything evil&lt;br /&gt;  Put your finger down my throat&lt;br /&gt;  If I shiver, please give me a blanket&lt;br /&gt;  Keep me warm, let me wear your coat&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  No one knows what it's like&lt;br /&gt;  To be the bad man&lt;br /&gt;  To be the sad man&lt;br /&gt;  Behind blue eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1963314005916801655-7507930040011675018?l=lyre-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyre-liar.blogspot.com/feeds/7507930040011675018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1963314005916801655&amp;postID=7507930040011675018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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