<?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-12415018</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:50:44.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing is sound</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-5137801199964808235</id><published>2011-08-01T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:50:45.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet - Switchfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The situation this song is describing, at least in my eyes, paints the picture of a beautiful relationship that has been going strong for a while. Its hit a few bumps along the road, and the course of the relationship has opened doors that have exposed the shortcomings of both people. One more than the other. Its sung by the one whose shortcomings are greater than the other. The music conveys the tone. The words tell the tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;All attempts have failed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This guy has been trying to show his love in a way that makes her feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;All my heads are tails&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;But each time, the way in he goes about it is exactly opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;She's got teary eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;I've got reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And like an idiot, he tries to explain that he tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;I'm losing ground and gaining speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;but someone who is upset doesn't ever accept a reason. all they know is the hurt they feel. And in that moment, nothing can erase that hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;I've lost myself or most of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:12px;"&gt;He even knows that's not the right way to handle the situation. He KNOWS it. but still feels the need to explain. It's not his true self acting, but instead a passionate frustration fueled by love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;I'm headed for the final precipice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:12px;"&gt;This time everything's on the table. She's got all her chips in. its come down to a final hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;But you haven't lost me yet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;No, you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:12px;"&gt;This is where the song suggests that he's not the only one that's made mistakes. However, hers are minuscule compared to his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;I'll sing until my heart caves in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He'll fight to the end. His whole heart is in this one. Because everything says that she's the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;No, you haven't lost me yet, yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;These days pass me by&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;I dream with open eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This verse is a reflection on everything up to this point. Every day brings them closer. Closer to what? to the dream of forever. He's open to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;Nightmares haunt my days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;Visions blur my nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But things like this tiff, issue, whatever you want to call it are scary. especially this one. what does something this big mean for the rest of the relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;I'm so confused&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;What's true of false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;His mind doesn't work like hers. He wants to get the facts out. He wants to know what he did. what she did. what anyone did that got them here. and he wants to know if any feeling-love, frustration, anger- is justified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;What's fact or fiction after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Which part of the references to past events were true. which were skewed? which were exaggerated? overestimated? underestimated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;I feel like I'm an apparition's pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But WHO CARES!!!! Once again, the idiot inside him is searching for reasons instead of showing love. SHOWING LOVE. that's what was missing. not all the exactly correct facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;But you haven't lost me yet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;No, you haven't lost me yet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;I'll run until my heart caves in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;No, you haven't lost me yet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;If it doesn't break, if it doesn't break, if it doesn't break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;If it doesn't break your heart, it isn't love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;No, if it doesn't break your heart, it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We've all been there. We've felt our heart break. It's a horrible feeling. And yet its one of the surest ways to know that love exists. Similarly to the shadow proving the sunshine, heartbreak proves love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;It's when you're breaking down with your insides coming out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;That's when you find out what your heart is made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Her heart is tender. It's fragile. Yet his is dry and cracked. not because of her, but because of the situation he's in. a mix of emotions have left him speechless and nervous. nervous about the future. nervous about the past. nervous about &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;And you haven't lost me yet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;No, you haven't lost me yet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;I'll sing until my heart caves in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;No, you haven't lost me yet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); "&gt;'Cause you haven't lost me yet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nervous or not, he's still in. and so is He. and he's hoping that so is she. but ultimately, He holds the master plan and he'll have to wait anxiously for it to unravel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The tone of the music in this song is somber. Because there have been no decisions made. The bet is still on the table. The girl's not made her decision. But the boy will sit with his heart in his hands and wait for her. He'll do anything for her. Because even if she may not be his anymore, he is still without a doubt hers and he'll do for her whatever it takes. But the worst part is that he's said that before. and even though he meant it. there was no follow through. his attempts failed last time. He's not learning at the speed thats required, and that breaks his heart. so he's hoping with all his heart that this time, if there is another, he'll get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Lyrics written and performed by Switchfoot. Evaluated by Zack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-5137801199964808235?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/5137801199964808235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=5137801199964808235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/5137801199964808235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/5137801199964808235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2011/08/yet-switchfoot.html' title='Yet - Switchfoot'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-117668277763062719</id><published>2007-04-15T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:19:37.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret's In the Telling - Dashboard Confessional</title><content type='html'>so as we can all see, that one runner kid hasn't posted in quite a while either. so in keeping up tradition, i've decided to post on a more &lt;em&gt;recent&lt;/em&gt; dashboard song. this one's called "The Secret's in the Telling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The signal is subtle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We pass just close enough to touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No questions, no answers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We know by now to say enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With only simple words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With only subtle turns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things we feel alone for one another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ther's this girl (of course there is). anyway you know this girl &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;well. unbelievably well. your feelings for her are astronomical. you can barely keep them inside of you. she's also got those same feelings for you. so the thing is, you don't have to mention it. those feelings are COMPLETELY mutual, and you both know it. simple words from each other, subtle movements, they all scream out the emotions inside, and you both know what's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a secret that we keep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't sleep if you won't sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because tonight may be the last chance we'll be given&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are compelled to do what we must do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scale of those feelings aren't even completely known by anyone but you two. it's a beautiful thing, but when in certain situations, those feelings can't be shown. so on the outside, you're both being forced to do what you know must be done. but in the secret.. on the inside.. unknown to most other people.. those feelings keep cultivating each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I won't sleep if you won't sleep tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as we both know those feelings are mutual, then our hearts, our emotions, won't ever change. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our act of defiance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We keep this secret in our blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No paper or letters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We pass just close enough to touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love in secret names&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We hide within our veins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things that keep us bound to one another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you both know the little things that each other do to show affection. the smallest of glances. the slightest touch; it's all there, and everything is so &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until the last resilient hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is frozen deep inside my bones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this broken fate has claimed me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my memories for its own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your name is pounding through my veins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't you hear how it is sung?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can taste you in my mouth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before the words escape my lungs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of you will do whatever it takes to not let your rules tear apart the feelings you have for each other. those feelings will never end, even if they can't be shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll whisper only once...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might add in more than just a subtle look, more than just a slight touch.. just to remind them of who you are and where your heart has been given. but not very often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an evaluation (and possibly a very slight exaggeration of what's going on) by that one runner kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-117668277763062719?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/117668277763062719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=117668277763062719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/117668277763062719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/117668277763062719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2007/04/secrets-in-telling-dashboard.html' title='The Secret&apos;s In the Telling - Dashboard Confessional'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-117645295488677190</id><published>2007-04-13T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:33:19.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Clocks" by Coldplay</title><content type='html'>first of all, this song is about a struggle. about the desires of the human heart-longing for both an earthly relationship and one that is out of this world. the war inside a person being fought revolves around this topic and constantly occupies the thoughts and feelings of that person. its appropriately named Clocks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights go out and I cant be saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least you think. everyone comes to a point where they just say "screw it." even though they once had that relationship with Him and experienced all its goodness, they still want to pursue one with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; even though they know in the end it wont be for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tides that I tried to swim against&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so He puts things in your path. stumbling blocks that you trip over until finally one of them lands you flat on your face. and you look up pissed off, and He says to you "wanna try my way now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have brought me down upon my knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats exactly what those stumblind blocks do. they finally bring you to your knees in submission. submitting to the fact that your way sucks and wont ever work. His way is the ONLY one that will bring you joy and peace inside. the ONLY one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I beg, I beg and plead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh how sweet it is to be forgiven, but only true forgiveness is asked in sincerity with a humble heart and and open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing Come out of things unsaid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you never said these things to people. and your relationship with Him seemed peachy on the outside. but how bad did it suck. horribly. and youve got to get away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoot an apple off my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're going to go through with this, you're going to have to trust Him and trust that His plan will work. will you let Him fire off the apple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a trouble that cant be named&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or will you still pursue a relationship with her- that faceless person that you keep searching for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tigers waiting to be tamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stubborness, this "tiger" so to speak. it has to be caged. you cant destroy it. its the sinful nature. but if you can harness it and use it to your advantage to pursue a relationship with Him, then do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing You are You are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny that the words "You" were already capitalized. i didnt do that. no its not funny. its true. He's the one you need to run after and YOU need to realize that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confusion that never stops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in all this life goes on. and while He's not throwing those rocks out in front of you to make you trip, someone else is. that someone else likes to screw with you. and that pisses you off. because a lot of the time they succeed and throw you into confusion. id like to throw in an explitive in reference to the devil right now, but that wouldnt be appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The closing walls and the ticking clocks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when you've gotten everything straightened out in your mind, life is ticking away and you've got to face it. and you've got to punch it in the face sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna come back and take you home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this life will try to interfere. this devil will try to interfere and take you back to where you were before. a place you know to be more comfortable than the one you were striving to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could not stop, that you now know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then funny how "you" isnt capitalized in this one. why? its in reference to everything evil. you cant stop this time and let yourself get sucked into where you once were. you've made it too far this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing come out upon my seas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so test me. let that life before give you what its got and see if you can withstand it. all the temptations. all the letdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cursed missed opportunities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you begin to see where you could have been used in a positive way in previous situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I part of the cure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so will you be used positively this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or am I part of the disease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or will you let yourself go back to where you were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are,you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are,you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are,you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are,you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one capitalized, one not, one capitalized, one not. its a constant struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares to the goodness that can result. and nothing compares to the evil that can result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are,you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now you're home. after all the struggle its a new home though. one filled with a lot more of Him and a lot less of them. feels a lot better there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a good song. check it out sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-117645295488677190?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/117645295488677190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=117645295488677190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/117645295488677190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/117645295488677190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2007/04/clocks-by-coldplay.html' title='&quot;Clocks&quot; by Coldplay'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-113360187789057520</id><published>2005-12-03T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T18:17:53.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was thinking over thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause there's just too many scenarios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to analyze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone that has ever liked a guy/girl can remember many experiences theyve had with them. and after its over you feel you have to relive it and analyze it, but its started to become overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;look in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you're my dream please come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when youre out with her, she doesnt know it but your looking straight into her eyes while she doesnt see the fact of how much you like her, and jus lives the moment like any other one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was thinking over thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;about exactly how i'm not exactly him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course everyone always blames themself "if only i could be more like this, or that" but youre not and that sucks, but theres not really a whole lot you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll break my heart in two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;much worse than you could ever do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes broken your heart, but you do it way more than her just by examining and thinking about the situation. everytime you do, you see the negativeness of it and it breaks your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you're my dream please come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because shes probably your only desire right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant deny this anymore, the facts ignored all done before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if theres one in this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you let me know youre not that girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres one out there, but you just wish and then dont at the same time as history repeats itself, that she would jus tell you theres nothing, there will be nothing, im not "the one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lower, sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i lost the things i held on to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every feeling you have jus drops and pulls you along with it. its hard not to think about it like all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they let me think a thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a thought that i would know was not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of seeing my dream come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because every thought you think has no hint of you and her together. its only of why and how its not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was thinking over thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;about how far i had let this go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you jus feel plain stupid for letting it get as far as it did in your mind. you thought something was going to happen that didnt for the longest time, and now its not, which makes the pain even worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one more guy/girl clichéi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a typical situation. you like her, she doesnt like you. happens all too often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;know now you're just in the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of me and my dream come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youve got to move on cuz this situation is jus a wall preventing you from find the actual one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i think way too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on a one track mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to look at the broad subject of dealing with the cards your dealt, but instead you only think in the mindset that it will happen and somehow youre going to make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you're so out of touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i'm so far behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the whole time you were thinking about it, you got behind in the situation, and now things between you are awkward, and youve lost time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm trying to make sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of all of this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that all of this happened, you wonder what happened, what caused it, and why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;while your fading scent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just slips through my grip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you still think about it and how its slowly drifting away. that driving force or "scent" is fading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't touch the positive with the negative end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't touch the positive with the negative end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by saying this, he means not to try and make you and her work like a positive and negative do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause after all of the sparks you're left alone in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause after all of the sparks you're left alone in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because all it has done is produce a tiny spark that stopped at that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and while i'm able, i think i'll label&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;experience with you as a mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he means to say all of this time has been wasted in a sense. it was all just a mistake you made blindly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and while i'm at it, i'll say i've had it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;experience with you is a mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you definitely have the right to say it, cuz youve gone through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was thinking over thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause there's just too many scenarios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to think about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to figure out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you're my dream please come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if it really is meant to be? what if all of this pain and persistence will eventually pay off? you cant help but wonder. its not over till its over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea you could say this song applies to me, but i dont believe everything said in it to be true, so dont go making assumptions. the ending five lines kind of sum up the entire situation. anyway, hope it gives you insight, however i hope you arent able to compare with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-113360187789057520?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/113360187789057520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=113360187789057520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/113360187789057520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/113360187789057520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-thinking-over-thinking-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-112348951337789694</id><published>2005-08-08T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T01:25:13.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You and Me" - Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What day is it&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this time- this time of complete dedication to the relationship at hand, time becomes something else, a factor that seems almost unimportant and you lose track of it very quickly and very easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can’t keep up and I can’t back down&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been losing so much time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though that dedication has been extreme, you find yourself behind in what has happened. you were trying to fix these problems that have been occuring, but you didnt see the ones that were forming while you were fixing other ones, and now you have lost that precious time that is now very important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz it’s you and me&lt;br /&gt;And all of the people with nothing to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thought on your mind is that girl. and everytime your around her it feels awkward. you may not have known her long, but youre more than her friend. being around her without showing your feelings through holding hands, or hugging or whatever is killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing to lose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you have to lose? both of you? youve tried to make that point but she doesnt want to take the plunge. just because there are other people in this world doesnt change that something should be done about your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it’s you and me&lt;br /&gt;And all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though you're&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;frusturated, you still can't stop looking at her admiring how beautiful she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are the things That I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Just aren’t coming out right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tripping on words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to put it to her how you feel in words is almost impossible. you can put together everything perfectly in your mind, but to say it in words to her to make her understand is a very hard task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to go from here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your mind races faster and faster trying to come up with a solution to this addiction to make it better, make you and her better, but you're at a loss of words, a loss of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz it’s you and me&lt;br /&gt;And all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and her is all the matters. you're not out to show anyone how cool it is or to be prideful of how much of an awesome girl you have. you just want to be with her. if no one else knew about it, it wouldnt change any way that you feel at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it’s you and me&lt;br /&gt;And all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep my eyes off of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you keep thinking about what has happened lately, as if its some kind of warning to keep away from the situation. and you try to accept this and move on. but you cant. shes got it all and thats something you cant ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something about you now&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t quite figure out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a charm, or personality trait, or whatever you'd like to call it that sets her apart from other girls. if it was anyone else, you would have forgotten about this whole thing, but shes different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything she does is beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way she talks, the way she walks, that brilliant smile and radiant beauty shines through everything that she does. and it seems perfect whenever she does anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz it’s you and me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why is it that she cant see it? you can see it plainly. it would be so much better and you cant see why it can't be that way. theres nothing stopping it... except her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it’s you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep my eyes off of you and me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not only have you wondered why you still are pursuing her, but you cant help but look at the both of you, and how seemingly awesome it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it’s you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep my eyes off of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts you've come to a conclusion on before have new meaning now and have to be thought over once more, but you dont want to leave this. you've put so much effort into it and to see it end like this..... you jus couldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What day is it&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly you get a reality check when you look at what day it is. you've got to double check the month too, because it seems like its been going on for that long when really its been about three days. its the start of a new beginning that will bring about more questions, thoughts, and ideas, but you're ready to tackle every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i would definitely have to say this song has quite a bit of meaning in my life. ive been going through this process more than id like. its not fun, but its something you cant stop because you know of how good the ending could be- bitter sweet or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an evaluation by dyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-112348951337789694?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/112348951337789694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=112348951337789694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/112348951337789694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/112348951337789694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-and-me-lifehouse.html' title='&quot;You and Me&quot; - Lifehouse'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-112348608800929911</id><published>2005-08-07T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:28:08.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, So Long - Dashboard Confessional</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hand out the window, floatin' on air.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a flip of the wrist, I'd be waving you goodbye. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drive past the lifeguard stand, where I'd sit around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waitin' for you to remember..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; likes this girl.. actually, it's more like loves this girl. you'll see why later on. anyway, as he drives away from the beach (which is where the two of them were hanging out) he's basically "floating on air" because he was just spending time with her. he can't get her out of his head, and she gives him that feeling when she's with him that nothing could ever be wrong. the butterflies.. just.. everything. and as he sits there with her, talking, hanging out.. he waits for her to remember all of the great things that they've had, because to him, those times were the greatest things he'd ever experienced. they were times that he wouldn't trade for ANYTHING. no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well past the beach hotels,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where the girls are gettin' bronzed on their monogrammed towels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I drive this ocean road,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I remember..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as he drives away from the beach where him and this girl were talking, everything that's happened to them.. like all their times together, all their talks.. begin to flood his memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How the girls could turn a ghost before your eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the very dreams that led to them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are keepin' them from dyin'..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl that he spent so much time with.. had these great experiences with.. seems to be fading from his life rapidly. the thoughts that he had about her even before they were with each other are the ones that he's having after the fact. those thoughts are keeping her presence steadily alive in his mind.. but not only his mind. his &lt;em&gt;heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how the grace with which she walked into your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will stay with you in your steps.. pace with you a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For so long, so long.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For so long, so long..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way she just walked into his life he knows will ALWAYS be with him.. no matter how far along in life they get, and no matter how far apart they've grown. the memory of her will never fade. i believe he repeats the line "so long, so long" for a purpose. because it has meaning so beyond what anyone could explain. that memory will &lt;em&gt;forever &lt;/em&gt;be&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The speaker in this door is blown, so nothing sounds quite right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I drive this ocean road.. and remember..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The small of your back, the nape of your neck,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the soft way you'd hold me in the night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he continues driving along this road.. continues remembering. the music in his car isn't quite working too well, so it just adds to the remembering because he doesn't have anything else to concentrate on. as he remembers, he begins to think about the more specific things about her. the things that make her how beautiful she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I will leave under the cover of summer's kiss upon the sky,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like the storm-face of your lover just before she says goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was thinking that the season could be held between my arms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But just as summer's hold is fleeting, I was here and now I'm gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gone.. I'm gone..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he leaves the place that he was with her in the early evening.. even before she can say goodbye. he's thinking about leaving her for good because he knows that nothing will ever happen again. the time they spent together was &lt;em&gt;amazing, &lt;/em&gt;but he doesn't know if he can deal with being around her without being closer to her. finally, he just decides to let go.. this could have two different meanings though. he could be totally letting go, and not wanting to have anything to do with the situation.. or he could be letting the idea of any further relationship with her go, and just staying friends with her. but he knows it's a very hard thing to do.. especially when you want to be with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm.. i take this song to be some type of relationship that began to form during summertime, which is kind of ironic.. i think it applies a lot to a situation that i'm in right now though. gosh.. i almost hope my ending isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an evaluation by that one runner kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-112348608800929911?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/112348608800929911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=112348608800929911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/112348608800929911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/112348608800929911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-long-so-long-dashboard-confessional.html' title='So Long, So Long - Dashboard Confessional'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-112165515638851873</id><published>2005-07-17T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:52:36.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most - Dashboard</title><content type='html'>first of all, i'd just like to say that zack showing me up with two posts in two nights isn't the ONLY reason i'm posting. i've been thinking about this song for a long time, and even though it may not apply to my life i feel like it may have some relevance later on. so what better thing to do that evaluate it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;covered with a perfect shell, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;such a charming, beautiful exterior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person (we'll call her a she from now on, because that's the way i've always pictured this song) has a seemingly perfect life. Perfect body, perfect personality, perfect everything. Anything that everyone sees shows up as totally perfect.. flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect posture but you're barely scraping by,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you're barely scraping by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a beautiful smile, wonderful eyes, just like everything's totally perfect. But things aren't so perfect. Something in her life, or maybe everything, is going horribly wrong. It could be a relationship, anything. But this person's world has been shattered by something horrible. And now she can barely live with herself, but doesn't want people to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one time, this is one time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that you can't fake it hard enough to please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone, or anyone at all.. or anyone at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this as somehow, people aren't buying this whole "flawless" thing anymore. Maybe her life just seemed too perfect in everyone's eyes, that people finally started realizing something could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the grave that you refuse to leave,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the refuge that you've built to flee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are the places you have come to fear the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're the places you have come to fear the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a place she goes to inside herself, to get away from it all. Maybe the horrible thing that happened, or maybe to get away from the society she's trying to hide everything from. Now suddenly, even this place seems so unsafe, so scary. She can do nothing to get away, but she's too scared to face that horrible thing that's happened. She feels so helpless.. lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hidden in the public eye,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;such a stellar monument of loneliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continues to go deeper and deeper inside herself to not show society, even her friends, how lonely and scared she is. She continues to hide behind a mask. But she's no longer safe, and everyone can tell how lonely she is. She just won't seem to open up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect makeup, but you're barely scraping by,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are barely scraping by..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, she continuously hides behind this mask, this "makeup" trying to hide herself from society. Trying to hide herself from having to face up to problems. So now, all she's got to look forward to in life is scraping by, worrying about if society can tell how lonely and scared she is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe this song was written for a purpose. possibly someone chris carabba knew, maybe even his own self. hiding from problems, no matter how big or small, will never make that problem go away. ever. and hiding it from friends or family won't help either. there'll always be someone to tell if you have a problem.. and i know this is a little off subject, but i just wanna say that if any of my friends need to talk to me about &lt;em&gt;anything,&lt;/em&gt; i'll always be there. &lt;strong&gt;always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was an evaluation by that one runner kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-112165515638851873?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/112165515638851873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=112165515638851873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/112165515638851873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/112165515638851873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/07/places-you-have-come-to-fear-most.html' title='The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most - Dashboard'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-112154909830579521</id><published>2005-07-16T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T14:24:58.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Again I Go Unnoticed" - Dashboard Confessional</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another wasted night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another night spent with your girl. you've had great nights before but lately it seems theres not a whole lot there... no connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the television steals the conversation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do most people do when theyre bored at home? they watch tv. no one talks, and your not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; spending time with that person since the tv has caused no conversation at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exhale,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another wasted breath,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems that everything you do, even the small things, is meaningless because you get no acknowledgement from her whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again it goes unnoticed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres something missing. something has happened between the two of you and you dont even acknowledge the things eachother do as a way to not have to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please tell me you're just feeling tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as you wish its just because youre tired and just dont feel like talking, theres something else wrong, but if you seriously think about that thing, youre going to be incredibly depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of touch, out of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you havent been close lately- not talking a lot. now it seems youve let it go for too long and theres nothing you can do now to change it- your out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please send me anything but signals that are mixed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she still does small things that let you know shes still there and shes still yours, but those little things are majorly outnumbered by the things that go unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I can't read your rolling eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit of sarcasm. she rolls her eyes because of the situation instead of just telling you whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of touch, are we out of time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you seriously have to ask this question no matter how much it sucks. is there anything that can be done to improve the situation? or are you jus out of luck?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close lipped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another goodnight kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is robbed of all it's passion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say goodbye to her, and its not anything like it used to be. theres no feeling or connection when you touch her. its jus like saying goodbye to anyone, not the special person she used to be and still is to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your grip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another time, is slack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it leaves me feeling empty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats got to be worse then jus leaving without saying goodbye. when theres no meaning to a goodbye then whats the use? it just gives you a depressed mood that leaves you empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll wait until tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you'll feel better then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe we'll be better then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes so special to you though, and youre still willing to wait it out to see if things improve even though you kno it wont, you just want to be able to hang on for as long as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what's another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I can't bear these nights of thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of going on without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason that you want to hang on is because as soon as its completely over, its gone and shes not yours anymore, and probably never will be again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this mood of yours is temporary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you keep telling yourself that its just a mood shes in... she'll come out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it seems worth the wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see your smile again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz her smile holds a world of personality that gets you everytime she does it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of the corner of your eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;won't be the only way you're looking at me then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once its over, she'll realize what shes missing, look at you as a person once again, and you wont go unnoticed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once again everyone, this hasnt happened to the extent i evaluated it. ive jus been listening to it a lot lately and i still dont completely understand it, but still felt like i needed to evaluated it.  so hope you like it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an evaluation by dyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-112154909830579521?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/112154909830579521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=112154909830579521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/112154909830579521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/112154909830579521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/07/again-i-go-unnoticed-dashboard.html' title='&quot;Again I Go Unnoticed&quot; - Dashboard Confessional'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-112150214228460077</id><published>2005-07-16T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:24:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mr. Brightside"- the Killers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm coming out of my cage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lifes been going pretty well lately, but now a girl has once again come into play to make your life somewhat interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I want it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so depressing that you have such high standards and very few girls fit them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now youve met one of these girls that fits those standards and this doesnt necessarily mean that you "kissed" her. i think it can mean that you have gotten to kno her really well, and it didnt seem like just a friendship, it was on a higher level as in you flirted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you have to continue to tell yourself that flirting happens and sometimes it doesnt mean anything and you jus have to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’m falling asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you ever fall asleep theres usually a period where you think about stuff thats been going on lately, often about relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she’s calling a cab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shes moved on as well and is with another guy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes not the greatest guy to be involved with. has some bad habits which are now rubbing off on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how much you tell yourself it was just casual flirting, you cannot get this girl out of your head, and to see her with another guy is jus giving you the worst feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part about this is that you have no idea if this is really true, its jus a crazy imaginitive thing in your head that keeps playing over and over cuz you think thats what is most likely happening. you realize that none of this is probably happening but cant help but think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the imagination still wanders but now gets more serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wish none of this had ever happened-seeing her, flirting with her, and having to leave it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can’t look, its killing me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And taking control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts stress you out insanely everytime you think about them, and you are always thinking about it cuz it has completely taken control over your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your crazy jealous towards this imaginitive guy. you wish you could be the one to really care for her and be there for her without introducing bad habits to pass on to her, cuz you are sure that you are way better for her than this other dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really dont kno the true personality or identity for that matter of this girl cuz you had such a short experience with her, and its jus another thing killing you not to be able to kno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have crazy high standards, and its jus something youve got to deal with and have always had to cuz it was the way you were made and you cant really change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your one of those nice guys. girls dont usually tend to go for it. they usually want the bad guys and youve got to accept that and not try to change yourself to be that way cuz that would be stupid. one of these days a girl is going to realize that guys like you are better in the long run, so you jus got to look at that brightside and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m coming out of my cage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I want it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’m falling asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she’s calling a cab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets get real. that little self comfort never works. the same thoughts are going to go through your head and bring you down until something is done with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I just can’t look its killing me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And taking control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the thoughts repeat once again, and you finally come to the same conclusion that you're just going to have to settle with it this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really would have helped if you just didnt get involved with this though to cause you all that stress and you jus wish none of it ever happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am not in any way saying this happened but ive been wanting to evaluate this song for a while. it has had meaning in my life lately, but not to the extent that ive evaluated it so dont go assuming things. but anyway hope you enjoyed it and hope you love this song cuz it really is an awesome song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song was evaluated by dyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-112150214228460077?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/112150214228460077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=112150214228460077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/112150214228460077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/112150214228460077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/07/mr-brightside-killers.html' title='&quot;Mr. Brightside&quot;- the Killers'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-111561666501331311</id><published>2005-05-08T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:31:05.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hands Down" by Dashboard Confessional</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this is obviously going to be a huge night, and your nervous that your going to make a stupid mistake in front of this awesome girl, so jus relax a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this air is blessed you share with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is one word to describe her: AMAZING. and when your with her, you cant help but feel so lucky that every moment you share is to be always remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this night is wild, so calm and dull&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so you know when your havin a great time with a girl and even tho the atmosphere can be insanely busy, but you tend to tune everything out and just only think about how awesome it is that your getting to spend time with this girl, cuz shes that special, and you get that feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;these hearts, they race from self-control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what he means here is that even tho you might not show it to the girl, your one of the happiest guys in the world so instead of physically acting stupid, your heart is pounding like crazy cuz you cant get it out of yourself without lookin stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your legs are smooth as they graze mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol what i take it to mean here is that every time you touch or look at this girl, she seems perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though you might just be sitting with this girl and talking and not doing anything at all, your loving every moment of it and doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my hopes are so high that your kiss mite kill me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point your so ecstatic to jus be able to spend time with her, that if she were to kiss you, it would overwhelm you soo bad cuz it would be soo awesome, you probly wouldnt be able to stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so wont you kill me? so i die happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you still know you want her to do it no matter what kind of a thing it would do to you lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart is yours to fill or burst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewelry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this night can go one of two ways: she can either return the attraction you have to her, or she wont like you after this night and leave you crushed, another story and victim of her charm and beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whichever you prefer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know thats up to her to decide and you know you dont deserve her so you dont blame her for choosing the bad choice if she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the words are hushed let's not get busted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just lay entwined here, undiscovered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone around you isnt that loud anymore and if they realize how much you two are connecting, theyre jus going to bug you about it and do the whole "uh oh! hes spittin game" which would totally ruin the mood, so you cant attract too much attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;safe from the hour and all the stupid questions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hey did you get some?"..man that is so dumb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is a line i can connect with. i hate it when thats all guys want to hear- did u kiss her or make any moves. instead of asking what shes like and you tell her how awesome she is, so you say to urself that its stupid and ignore it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we can get some!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol now thats not to say you dont want to kiss her, but the only way thats going to happen is if everyone doesnt bug you about it and ruin the moment, so again, you cant attract attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my hopes are so high that your kiss mite kill me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so wont you kill me? so i die happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart is yours to fill or burst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewelry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whichever you prefer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nights getting later and the outcome described by this part of the song is going to happen soon so your reminded that its coming and to be ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hands down, this is the best date i can ever remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, this has been the most awesome time spent with a girl you have ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll always remember the sound of your stereo the dim of the soft lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a night like this one happens, you remeber the small and sometimes stupid details because youre having such a great time and you want to be able to remember every moment of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the time of the clock when we realized it's so late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from this walk that we shared together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this parts not fun, and yet is at the same time. its all about to end- this awesome night youve had with this awesome girl and youve loved it- every single second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the streets were wet and the gate was locked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i jumped it, and i let you in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like her soo much that youve probly done a crazy amount of things just to make her happy, and he points out the going out of your way to open the gate for her to make her night better because shes so special and these are your last moments with her tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you stood at your door with your hands on my waste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it- the climax of the entire night, and the moment that will determine if you have a future with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you kissed me like you meant it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this line just makes me smile everytime i hear it- he got what he wanted and was half expecting the whole night and it has jus made him the happiest guy alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i knew that you meant it, that you meant it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it wasnt one of those "thanx for a fun night, heres a kiss to thank you for it" no, you can tell she likes you by this, theres no doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you meant it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i knew that you meant it, that you meant it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that thought that she likes you back is the only thing on your mind and will probably stay there for a LONG time..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this was a hard song to evaluate. it took me many times of listening to it before i really completely understood it. when i finally got it completely i realized i have had nights like this too and i could compare. they didnt exactly end like that lol, but i kno exactly what hes talking about. hope you all enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an evaluation by dyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-111561666501331311?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/111561666501331311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=111561666501331311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111561666501331311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111561666501331311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/05/hands-down-by-dashboard-confessional.html' title='&quot;Hands Down&quot; by Dashboard Confessional'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-111548810902075812</id><published>2005-05-07T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T10:48:29.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brilliant Dance- Dashboard</title><content type='html'>yeah, i'll be doing it a little differently this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so this is odd. the painful realization that all has gone wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and nobody cares at all.. and nobody cares at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so you buried all your lover's clothes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and burnt the letters your lover wrote.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it doesn't make it any better, it doesn't make it any better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the plaster dented from your fist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the hall where you had your first kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reminds you that the memories will fade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sot this is strange. our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where nobody leads at all.. and nobody leads at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the picture frames are facing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the ringing from the empty sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is deafening and keeping you from sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breathing is a foreign task,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and thinking's just too much to ask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is incredible, starving insatiable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, this is love for the first time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'd like to think that you were invincible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah, well weren't we all once?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before we felt lost for the first time..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the last time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a love...ripped apart. because nothing seems to be working out. then the two of them get angry.. getting rid of things that the other gave them. burning letters, turning down pictures. anything to get rid of the reminder of what they once had. but it just turns to near misery. the two of them are constantly avoiding the other. neither of them can sleep at night, just thinking about the other one, but no one is doing anything about it.. and they're realizing that it was a real love. a strong love..that shouldnt have been taken for granted. but it was. and now...it seems over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an evaluation by that one runner kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-111548810902075812?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/111548810902075812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=111548810902075812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111548810902075812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111548810902075812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/05/brilliant-dance-dashboard.html' title='The Brilliant Dance- Dashboard'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-111484884375463297</id><published>2005-04-30T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T01:14:03.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Your Life- by Switchfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday is a promise that you've broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is all about putting your lifestyle in check. this begins this "story" so to speak by talking about what would cause this subject to enter your mind- looking back on the past and what youve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont close your eyes, Dont close your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of times when you think of bad things you may have done in the past, you tend to push them away and not even think about them, cuz sin is an ugly thing, so this is a reminder that you need to examine it without immediately dismissing it, or else nothing will change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is your life, and today is all you've got now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and today is all you'll ever have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after you get that reminder youve got to go back and look at it. it sucks but youve got to do it. by saying today is all youve got now, it means just that. right now you can make a change. when he says today is all you'll ever have, he doesnt mean that specific day. he means you can repeat this process over and over again by saying ill make a change "today" but you never do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont close your eyes, Dont close your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an annoying and depressing thing to look at the things you dont like about your life, but dont just put a wall between you and those things or theyll never get better. youve got to open your eyes and make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, are you who you wanna be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is your life, are you who you wanna be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that thinking, it finally leads you to this question and the beginning of hopefully a reform in your personality or something about you that you dont like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the world was younger, and you had everything to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone will admit they have something they dont like about themselves. they wish or "dream" that it would change. most people have done it when they were a lot younger. they might have even vowed to change it back then. he says "when the world was younger" which is also referring to when you were younger and you had innocence which is what hes talking about you losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday is a kid in the corner, Yesterday is dead and over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you can take the whole "kid in the corner" thing to mean two things- either the things you have done you have regretted just like a kid in the corner thinkin bout what he did to get himself sent there; or you can see it as the next line says that yesterday is dead and over. you dont pay attention to yesterday, not very interesting, just like a kid sittin quietly in the corner, you dont notice them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after repeating this chorus you come to realize that verse 2 was talking about letting go now of those mistakes and the chorus basically tells you to start over and make some changes if you need to. i truly believe when switchfoot wrote it, it was intended to convince someone to be a christian because that solves so many if not all of your problems, if you want more info, talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont close your eyes, Dont close your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont close your eyes, Dont close your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is your life, are you who you wanna be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is your life, are you who you wanna be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this part the song echoes that "dont close your eyes" part  and then goes to almost no instruments because its serious as it asks if your who you wanna be. no more messing around. youve probly figured out whats wrong- you need God and you need to make some changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a touching moment and thats where a lot of people would like to leave it instead of taking it seriously. i like songs like this though, cuz if you really listen to them, theyll smack you right in the face put you in check to see if your doing things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys should check this song out sometime, its not jus good lyrics, its also good music as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an evaluation by dyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-111484884375463297?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/111484884375463297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=111484884375463297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111484884375463297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111484884375463297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-your-life-by-switchfoot.html' title='This is Your Life- by Switchfoot'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-111484377061037684</id><published>2005-04-29T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:49:30.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Deceptions-Dashboard Confessional</title><content type='html'>*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i heard about your trip; i heard about your souvenirs; i heard about the cool breeze in the cool nights and the cool guys that you spent them with...but i guess i should've heard of them from you. i guess i should've heard of them from you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy lines to take in. the girlfriend totally ditched the boyfriend without even telling him where she was going. and she didnt just "go" somewhere. she did some stuff. but that's not the fact that's killing him. the thing that gets him is that she talked about it with other people and didn't talk at all about it with him. that's what's upsetting him is because he shouldn't have to hear stuff like that from other people. she should done it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't you see? don't you see...that the charade is over? and all the best deceptions and the "clever cover story" awards...they go to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tough time. i guess you could say i'm kinda going through this. the first part anyway. when he says that the charade is over.. he means that the acting like everything's ok in the relationship, nothing is wrong, and nothing went wrong... that mentality's over. they're getting rid of the falsehood that seemed to be covering the bad things in their relationship that happened. and uncovering the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so kiss me hard, 'cause this will be the last time that i let you. you will be back some day, and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips will be of service to giving you away...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sort of bittersweet end to a relationship. because this couple is just...they're still in love. but the kiss serves as an end to the relationship, because they know that the mistakes that were made can't be taken back. yeah, they'll be forgiven eventually...but for now, there'll be no more serious realtionship going on because of what she did. and i think he's feelin like he's havin a hard time forgiving her. so he just lets her go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i heard about your regrets; i heard that you were feeling sorry; i heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us. but i guess i should've heard of that from you. i guess i should've heard of them from you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...the girlfriend is feeling sorry about what she did. probably really sorry. and she probably feels pretty stupid too. but then again, she should have that about the outcome of her actions before she actually took those steps. and she made the same mistake &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. she didnt tell him directly. she got other people to do it for her. which was a big mistake, because now he most likely doesnt wanna take her seriously now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm waiting for blood to go to my fingers. i'll be alright when my hands get warm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shows that even after all she did to him, and after all the crap he's had to go through, he's gonna get back up. it may take a little while, but he'll get there. he's just gotta recover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ignoring the phone. i'd rather say nothing. i'd rather you never heard my voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt wanna talk to her. not after what she did. because he still loves her. but he's angry with her, or at least upset and he doesnt wanna say something that he'd really regret saying later, because that could just screw up any chances of them even being friends after the fact that their relationship is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're calling too late. too late to be gracious. you do not warrant long good byes. you're calling too late, you're calling too late, you're calling too late....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now actually, i'm having a little trouble with this line here. i think i get the "calling too late" part. by the time she actually wants to set things straight between the two of them head-to-head, he doesnt wanna have anything to do with it. because he already heard it from fifty other people. and she should've already came to him. but the rest of it is a little difficult to make out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoyed it. it's been a really...relevant song this past week or so to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an evaluation by that one runner kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-111484377061037684?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/111484377061037684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=111484377061037684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111484377061037684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111484377061037684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-deceptions-dashboard-confessional.html' title='The Best Deceptions-Dashboard Confessional'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-111465621661349027</id><published>2005-04-27T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:21:24.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the one im waiting for- relient K</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;verse 1:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way that girl can break a heart, its like a work of art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now when they say this, they dont mean like shes going up to a guy and putting him down, but she is so beautiful and awesome, that a lot of guys like her, but she doesnt like them, leaving them heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this is the worst part, she knows it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl knows a lot of guys like her, and i dont believe this means shes conceited, but shes that great that she even knows it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and shes so confident, shes what everybody wants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a guy were to stereotype the girl he wanted, this is her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but nobody wants, her to know that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is simply stating that guys like to hold these feelings back. guys dont normally blab it to the world like girls do lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so fall back on all of your premonitions, and just&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; learn to listen, to those that have more wisdom than you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of times when u have a crush on someone, you think one things going to happen, but usually the people around you telling what you should do in this situation are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just stop putting so much stock in all of this stuff, live your life for those that you love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of times these girls may be soo perfect, but theyre not worth putting so much of your time into liking them, there are other friends that you should think about that you are very lucky to have and should not dwell on someone whos not even yours yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im still waiting for, you to be the one im waiting for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kind of a "pardon the pun" sorta thing. the one your waiting for is obviously that girl that meets all your standards and not only does that, but also likes you back, something rarely found, and can take a lot of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;verse 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way that girl can turn a head, she is such a threat, dont ever forget, she knows it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is referring to her beautiful physical qualities, and what i take this to mean is that because she can turn so many guys heads to do a double take, its really a risky venture in liking this girl, cuz odds are, shes not going to like you, but there are those rare occasions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and shes got it all, all figured out, she wont let you down, she knows it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is now referring to her beautiful inner qualities. shes got a great personality and she once again realizes this because shes probly been told that a crazy amount of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chorusX2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;repeat verse 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chorusX2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;something tells me that this is gonna make sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the emotions your going through in a time like this are so confusing to you when your going through it, but you know in the end it will make sense all that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;something tells me its gonna take patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenver you choose to pursue a girl/boy relationships, getting it started can be frusturating, but you have to be patient and trust it will work out in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;something tells me that this will all work out in the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho you think everythings going downhill, in the end it will work out, and everything will be alright, whether what you thought was going to happen happened or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an evaluation by dyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-111465621661349027?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/111465621661349027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=111465621661349027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111465621661349027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111465621661349027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-im-waiting-for-relient-k.html' title='the one im waiting for- relient K'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-111448572319307044</id><published>2005-04-25T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:22:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota Bene</title><content type='html'>aight its zack and i just wanted to let you all know this before we actually start posting on this blog. the lyrics we evaluate our evaluated in our own opinion. if you would like to comment on our evaluations, feel free, but we are not saying that our evaluations are correct, we're jus saying our feelings on them. so dont get mad if you have heard the song before and dont agree. aight well im hoping the next post will be song lyrics. talk to you all players later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-111448572319307044?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/111448572319307044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=111448572319307044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111448572319307044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111448572319307044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/04/nota-bene.html' title='Nota Bene'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315257070781872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415018.post-111440361863340227</id><published>2005-04-24T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:33:38.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the grand opening</title><content type='html'>ahh yes...another zack and baca blog project. we like to call this one...."Lyrically Correct." this blog will be used to take lyrics, whether they be the whole song or just parts of a song, and basically "evaluate" them. more like, apply them to our lives. or try and figure out what those lyrics really mean. because lyrics in songs, though most people say they may just 'ignore' the lyrics, are really important. and if you really listen to pretty much any song, there's always a deeper meaning. so this is our job. to figure out that meaning. or to just apply it to our lives, and say what it means to us personally. either way works for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415018-111440361863340227?l=lyrically-correct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/feeds/111440361863340227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415018&amp;postID=111440361863340227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111440361863340227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415018/posts/default/111440361863340227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrically-correct.blogspot.com/2005/04/grand-opening.html' title='the grand 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