<?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-4284027226409871154</id><updated>2012-01-05T17:26:10.564-08:00</updated><category term='Depeche Mode'/><category term='my new crush'/><category term='30 Seconds To Mars'/><category term='Dave Gahan'/><category term='CCR'/><category term='Old School'/><category term='abs'/><category term='thekillersmusic.com'/><category term='My Man'/><category term='Jared Leto'/><category term='The Killers&apos; Murder Trilogy'/><category term='The Killers'/><category term='thighs'/><category term='Kanye West'/><category term='Hick Music'/><category term='Flamingo'/><category term='vampire weekend'/><category term='Sideburns'/><category term='7th Grade'/><category term='Slow Rain'/><category term='Album'/><category term='Midnight Show'/><category term='Me First and the Gimme Gimmes'/><category term='Walters on Wahsington'/><category term='Covers'/><category term='Bright Eyes'/><category term='Camera Obscura'/><category term='Lou Reed'/><category term='Beards'/><category term='Marty Casey'/><category term='ra ra riot'/><category term='Tease'/><category term='County Fair'/><category term='Chops McGee'/><category term='electic cello'/><category term='Rebecca Zeller'/><category term='glutes'/><category term='Nataly Dawn'/><category term='Leave the Bourbon on the Shelf'/><category term='L.A. 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Mrs Chops bailed as she "had already seen them once". And as much as I enjoy Cleos company I did not think a date with her and I would be entirely appropriate. So we brought a mutual friend who I will refer to as "Sam" and off we went to The Warehouse in downtown Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be perfectly frank I was not as excited about the show as I had hoped I would be. The new Ra Ra Riot album, The Orchard, while quite pleasant, is something of a let down after Rhumb Line. But Cleo and Sam were turning out to be very enjoyable company and I was determined to have a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening band took the stage and introduced themselves as The Givers from Lafayette LA and then proceeded to absolutely and throughly kick.  @#!*% . I am truly at a loss for words to describe how completely these guys rocked. I did not know their names and I had never heard them before but no more than 45 sec into the first song I was jumping up and down and smiling uncontrollably. The young lady front and center, (whom I would later learn was Tif Lamson) was singing, playing Ukele, drums, tambourine and most dramatically the xylophone. It may have been a glockenspiel. I am not as au courant with the subtleties of percussive instruments as I would like. Either way, Tif walked up to it, berated it and then took it back and gave it the thrashing of its like. She played that thing like her only child's life depended on her maintaining an output of 120 decibels or more. She wailed on it like it had just stabbed her dog. And she did it with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even accurately recall how many songs they played or how long their set lasted. Their songs blended toghether and had a very cohesive feel. I do know that I loved every minute of it and was sad when they left the stage. They played with such unabashed joy and enthusiasm that it was impossible to not be infected. I have an equally hard time describing their music. At the time it felt very basic, strong drum rhythms being thumped out by no less than three band members. But as they progressed they layered in some electro-funk and then what sounded like jazz. I couldn't even tell where all the sounds were coming from at some points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is their "Studio" version of Up Up Up. Please, PLEASE dont judge them based on this one. It does NOT convey the majesty of their live show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6RVfIMUAks?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6RVfIMUAks?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only video I could find that gives an accurate depiction of what it felt like to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6525089&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6525089&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6525089"&gt;"Saw you first"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user561964"&gt;eliot brasseaux&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually The Givers had to go and they did. Next up were The Villagers. The seemed very sincere but...  meh. I actually felt kind of bad for the lads. Their music was perfectly fine, it just.. I don't know.  After The Givers anything would have been a let down I think. This is from his MySpace page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Villagers’ began life as a nameless collection of musical poems, all under the pen of one Conor J. O’Brien. “Ultimately, I’ve learned that a song is not an isolated thing. You have to wash the dishes before you write a song. It should never be taken too seriously. It must be treated with joy and humour, regardless of the subject matter,” muses Conor, as he strokes his hairless chin."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hg0UsO5SFb8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hg0UsO5SFb8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Ra Ra Riot took the stage. They were stellar. unfortunately for me, my advanced age had betrayed itself and my eardrums had almost completely failed at this point. I was unable to discern most of the nuances of the songs that Ra Ra Riot played as most sounds had been reduced to a loud buzzing.  However, I was a mere 4 feet from the luminous Rebecca Zeller. All was well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=106362759" style="font: Verdana"&gt;Ra Ra Riot - Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="480px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=106362759,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=106362759,t=1,mt=video" width="480" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/56252739" style="font: Verdana"&gt;RA RA RIOT&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/music/videos" style="font: Verdana"&gt;Myspace Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1246107195919969780?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1246107195919969780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1246107195919969780&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1246107195919969780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1246107195919969780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/10/givers-featuring-ra-ra-riot.html' title='The Givers featuring Ra Ra Riot.'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5513363195924916369</id><published>2010-10-26T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:16:19.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I'm Feelin'.... Cleo style</title><content type='html'>I love this song. I have loved it forever. It always makes me dance. I think it's angry enough to get the point across, but not over the edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several different versions of this song available, even an acoustic version by Something Corporate. I, however, am a purest. I typically prefer the original song performed by the original artist. Well, unless the Killers are doing it. They make everything better in Cleo land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why don't I allow you to choose for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B9V2OpsTbAw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B9V2OpsTbAw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcDPZtOIoLE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcDPZtOIoLE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICWRmtyYrM0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICWRmtyYrM0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's apples and oranges to me... totally different. I prefer the original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5513363195924916369?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5513363195924916369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5513363195924916369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5513363195924916369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5513363195924916369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-im-feelin-cleo-style.html' title='How I&apos;m Feelin&apos;.... Cleo style'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5112765157394208475</id><published>2010-10-20T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:52:38.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the Young... I HAd tO Do iT</title><content type='html'>I tried, but it's too beautiful not to share. I can't help myself. He's a genius. And pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second single from his debut solo album entitled Flamingo. Even my 13 year old daughter, who claims to not like the Killers (she's got to assert her individuality somehow, right?) was complaining that she "didn't wanna like it, but it's just way too catchy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed. It. Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uBENjCPS8LI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uBENjCPS8LI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, my sweet and talented friend. This is a great video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now get to see the outcome of the boy who &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5112765157394208475?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5112765157394208475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5112765157394208475&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5112765157394208475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5112765157394208475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-young-i-had-to-do-it.html' title='Only the Young... I HAd tO Do iT'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8633230605354157464</id><published>2010-09-28T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:23:35.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina and the Diamonds</title><content type='html'>I have not had anything worthwhile to say in some time. I think this young lady is deserving of your attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Marina Diamandis. She is of Welsh and Greek descent. She is 25 years old. She writes and produces her own music. These songs are from her debut album. On some of her songs that seems more evident than others. I like the music, her voice, her spunk and her intent. Her lyrics get a little.. muddled... sometimes. Like she started writing and ran out of words to rhyme. Just my opinion. I think that with some time she will be even better. Mrs Chops likes her. As does my eldest daughter. My wifes favorite band is Smashing Pumpkins and my daughters is The Jonas Brothers. Thats a pretty wide range of musical tastes that this young lady has managed to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what you think. I look forward to hearing your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oMD6-6q5Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oMD6-6q5Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6V69tby6ks?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6V69tby6ks?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr-SqRWImmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr-SqRWImmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vHi83LTQjU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vHi83LTQjU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, not bad for a first try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8633230605354157464?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8633230605354157464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8633230605354157464&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8633230605354157464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8633230605354157464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/09/marina-and-diamonds.html' title='Marina and the Diamonds'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-6483986519715225890</id><published>2010-09-28T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:41:06.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm kind of obsessed about a Boy, A Gril and a Graveyard</title><content type='html'>I am loving this song right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLR9c8LyZww?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLR9c8LyZww?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-6483986519715225890?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/6483986519715225890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=6483986519715225890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6483986519715225890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6483986519715225890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-kind-of-obsessed-about-boy-gril-and.html' title='I&apos;m kind of obsessed about a Boy, A Gril and a Graveyard'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5888205040956767569</id><published>2010-09-23T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:15:14.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Pony</title><content type='html'>This is for my sweet friend who is in love with Gary Lightbody, NOT Brandon Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a new Super Group fromed by some fairly cool dudes. Gary Lightbody (Snow Patrol) Peter Buck (REM), Scott McCaughey, Iain Archer, Richard Colburn (Belle and Sebastian), Troy Stewart and Garret "Jacknife" Lee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3Ug4VklzBE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3Ug4VklzBE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e36T74bmWa8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e36T74bmWa8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEWHSGJE0Bg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEWHSGJE0Bg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0CVzany-wk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0CVzany-wk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxaGJNihf28?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxaGJNihf28?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album drops in the U.S. on Sept 28th... That's next Tuesday, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5888205040956767569?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5888205040956767569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5888205040956767569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5888205040956767569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5888205040956767569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/09/tired-pony.html' title='Tired Pony'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7542572838131248587</id><published>2010-09-16T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:46:59.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The National</title><content type='html'>is cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here... I'll prove it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Edward Cullen's theme song.... "Bloodbuzz Ohio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfySK7CLEEg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfySK7CLEEg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7542572838131248587?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7542572838131248587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7542572838131248587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7542572838131248587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7542572838131248587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/09/national.html' title='The National'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4508135001292115938</id><published>2010-09-15T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T07:27:29.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon on Kimmel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmNzphahuF4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmNzphahuF4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UPt7jki-9g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UPt7jki-9g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zr0ttzPzwzQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zr0ttzPzwzQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hX1sjBvkHJs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hX1sjBvkHJs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4508135001292115938?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4508135001292115938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4508135001292115938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4508135001292115938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4508135001292115938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/09/brandon-on-kimmel.html' title='Brandon on Kimmel'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5765679882135677421</id><published>2010-08-31T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:52:53.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make New Friends</title><content type='html'>But keep the old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on Facebook this morning and chatted with one of my sweet friends from high school. It's amazing that you go through life and talk to someone after 15 years and totally remember how special they were to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She posted this great song, so I thought I'd share it with y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5HHnDEnsdno?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5HHnDEnsdno?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kathleen, best. damn. home movie/talk show producer. ever. It was great catching up with you! Can't wait to do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DISCLAIMER* They do say the "f" word several times in this song (gasp!) If thou art easily offended by that, listen at your own risk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5765679882135677421?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5765679882135677421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5765679882135677421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5765679882135677421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5765679882135677421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/08/make-new-friends.html' title='Make New Friends'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-2162810434292583460</id><published>2010-08-28T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:12:43.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You people suck.</title><content type='html'>Yeah. You. Am I the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; person who blogs anymore? Fine. If that's the way you want it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I'm cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted this yet because I was afraid the peeps were gettin' sick of Brando... but I have ceased to give a crap. This is good. Listen and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YvyQm0otnM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YvyQm0otnM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I sooooooo need to move to Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-2162810434292583460?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/2162810434292583460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=2162810434292583460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2162810434292583460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2162810434292583460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-people-suck.html' title='You people suck.'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-3625120740237383664</id><published>2010-08-01T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:16:21.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz ur my bff....</title><content type='html'>and I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is late, but you know me. I'm kinda retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know that you are one of the most important peeps in my life. It kills me that things suck for you right now. I know you and have faith that you will make the right decisions you need to so that your life is happy again. You deserve to be supremely happy. Forever and ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IkBXJ7sprIs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IkBXJ7sprIs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see your shining face every day. My sad days would then be few and far between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.... that is pretty much all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-3625120740237383664?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/3625120740237383664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=3625120740237383664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3625120740237383664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3625120740237383664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/08/cuz-ur-my-bff.html' title='Cuz ur my bff....'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1529814148934193838</id><published>2010-07-28T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:41:57.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I'm feeling today...</title><content type='html'>This is going to be my final post for a while.  It's hard to share your thoughts and feelings when you can't get a handle on them yourself.  I'm mainly lonely and sad.  And no one wants to hear about that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet friend Tommy, who I have to add I've never actually met in person, sent this song to me to make me feel better.  Apparently, I'm bringing the facebook peeps down too.  Who knew?  Anyway...It's a sweet little song.  And I think a fitting adieu.  Because quite frankly, it says all I've actually ever wanted.  I always seem to get on the brink, and then I drive people away.  It's what I do. Maybe I expect too much, and give too little.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...enjoy some Nada Surf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3Ac3Pc8etA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3Ac3Pc8etA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1529814148934193838?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1529814148934193838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1529814148934193838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1529814148934193838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1529814148934193838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-how-im-feeling-today_28.html' title='This is how I&apos;m feeling today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5958381390562532423</id><published>2010-07-26T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T07:58:28.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I'm feeling today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F63QbAuBrO4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F63QbAuBrO4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5958381390562532423?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5958381390562532423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5958381390562532423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5958381390562532423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5958381390562532423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-how-im-feeling-today_26.html' title='This is how I&apos;m feeling today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4674196378578150101</id><published>2010-07-24T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T12:55:20.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo Don't Feel Like Dancing...</title><content type='html'>And well, that's just sad.  Cause the girls got some sweet ass moves.  Just sayin... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing my sweet BFF.  Living far away from people you love is for SUCKS!!! So anyway...here's some songs to make Mrs. Cleo feel better.  And stop missing me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4H5I6y1Qvz0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4H5I6y1Qvz0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIDhtTrr2FQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIDhtTrr2FQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go buy yourself some knock off sunglasses and drive around in your mini van.  You'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one last thing... I've already been humiliated on the interweb, so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJ0bpW-zegQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJ0bpW-zegQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4674196378578150101?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4674196378578150101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4674196378578150101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4674196378578150101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4674196378578150101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/cleo-dont-feel-like-dancing.html' title='Cleo Don&apos;t Feel Like Dancing...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-2017814482698688929</id><published>2010-07-22T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:25:32.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the romance...</title><content type='html'>As you may remember Mrs.  Cleo did a special list post a few weeks back.  And as lovely as that was I have been feeling the need to do a 'pre' special list post.  You know for the leading up to the special list.  Yeah...you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Cleo and I, although we overlap on occasion, have very different tastes in music.  She is more left of center where I am more all over the spectrum.   So, there will not be any Cure on my list.  Ever.  Not that they aren't lovely.  I just think of them more of a shoot yourself in the head sort of band, then getting it on with your lover.  But that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...this post is about the romance.  The candle lit bubble baths, and slow dancing under the stars, and cuddling in the dark, and stolen kisses, and daisies on the pillow. That one may be just me.  Now, I'm not gonna lie I'm a hard girl.  I like a good hair pulling like 80% of the time.  But the other 20%, when I occasionally remember that I have a softer side, It's nice to be made to feel special.  Being so close to someone that you feel like you're one, breathing in unison, feeling heart beats.  Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my pre special list picks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j82FBbgpUy4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j82FBbgpUy4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWE2cvDQMUQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWE2cvDQMUQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mE5ZPI1lWhA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mE5ZPI1lWhA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvorB7d2b8Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvorB7d2b8Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-2017814482698688929?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/2017814482698688929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=2017814482698688929&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2017814482698688929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2017814482698688929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-you-may-remember-mrs.html' title='It&apos;s all about the romance...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5636097504066512032</id><published>2010-07-20T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:47:07.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll just leave this right here...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, not to barge in but I found this today and I thought you might like it. I dont know how I have remained ignorant of its existence for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the same thing twice. A live version so we can look at Regina and Ben and a studio version so we can hear them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBENegDzoUw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBENegDzoUw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UskSU5BoyZs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UskSU5BoyZs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue about your business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5636097504066512032?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5636097504066512032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5636097504066512032&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5636097504066512032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5636097504066512032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-just-leave-this-right-here.html' title='I&apos;ll just leave this right here...'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1011832934087609538</id><published>2010-07-17T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:32:40.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingers Pick of the Week....Slip Knot</title><content type='html'>I'm loving this song this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ghql15DhgaE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ghql15DhgaE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm not sad.  I just like it.  No freakin' out people.  Geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1011832934087609538?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1011832934087609538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1011832934087609538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1011832934087609538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1011832934087609538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/gingers-pick-of-weekslip-knot.html' title='Gingers Pick of the Week....Slip Knot'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8055939371045941371</id><published>2010-07-14T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:24:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo's Pick o' the week- Erasure- I Love Saturday- Acoustic</title><content type='html'>This is an old song, but it's so great! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the reasons I love it so much is because this album came out right around the time I met the beautiful future Mr. Cleo. I distinctly remember getting ready for a date on a sunny and hot Saturday afternoon early in our relationship and this song came on and I was smitten. In fact, if I remember correctly (and I always do...) it was a double date with Gingie. We went to dinner at Outback Steakhouse and had a stimulating and quite lively discussion regarding Nikki French's version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True. Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a fairly rare acoustic version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsJOg0F63DI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsJOg0F63DI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8055939371045941371?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8055939371045941371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8055939371045941371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8055939371045941371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8055939371045941371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/cleos-pick-o-week-erasure.html' title='Cleo&apos;s Pick o&apos; the week- Erasure- I Love Saturday- Acoustic'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7811656147990989702</id><published>2010-07-13T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:46:21.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I'm Feelin'.... Cleo style</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what to say in this post. Maybe I'll just delete it before anyone even has the chance to look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually stay upbeat and happy. I am an optimistic person. I am a hopeful person. I love people, and I love life. I really enjoy music and having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately I don't get to have as much fun as I need. I don't even think I have laughed at all today. Or yesterday.... In fact, it's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel this way, my comfort is music. I have learned that before I can really be happy, I have to &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; the emotion that has overcome me. If it's sadness, so be it. I turn on really sad music and let me self feel sad. I light some candles and take a hot shower. I find that the shower is a lovely place to cry- no one bothers you. You're already wet. Your tears are washed away as fast as they slide down your cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something most people do not know about me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been dumped once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once was enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plenty of boyfriends, but I never got emotionally attached to them and dropped them like acid when they became boring. I didn't respect most guys because they were so shallow and just plain dumb. The one time I let my guard down and thought I could love someone, I found out from a friend that had I gotten in an accident and messed up my &lt;em&gt;face&lt;/em&gt;, it would have been all over. He was not who I thought he was at all. He didn't care about me. I was nothing to him but arm candy. All the sweet nothings that were whispered into my ear were lies. This haunted me for a really long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say I deserved it. I was fairly calloused and I had previously believed that the boys I spent time with were ultimately not worthy of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right around the time that my fragile, pure heart was being trampled, an album was released that had a song on it that touched me so deeply I will never forget the exact moment I heard it for the first time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wrc4ePtOTd4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wrc4ePtOTd4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Smith shared my pain. He spoke the words that I choked on. He got me through a difficult time in my life. The break-up wasn't the only thing going on that was distressing me... My entire world was in an upheaval that I could not fathom. I had no control. I was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I hear this song I no longer think of that stupid boy who was completely undeserving of my tears. He is nothing to me. It's a perfect song for those melancholy evenings when nothing seems to be going right and you just want to hang your head in defeat, if only for a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that there was another soul on this planet who had felt pain like me and could actually voice it was a comfort beyond belief. The haunting melody still wraps around me like a down comforter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is this, no matter where we are,or what language we speak, even if we are physically alone, we can find constant companionship in beautifully written words sung over beautiful and melodious music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good feeling to know you're not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7811656147990989702?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7811656147990989702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7811656147990989702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7811656147990989702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7811656147990989702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-im-feelin-cleo-style.html' title='How I&apos;m Feelin&apos;.... Cleo style'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5428470300809430407</id><published>2010-07-09T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:37:30.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Timmers...</title><content type='html'>Having a great time hanging out with my bro so I thought I'd dedicate a post to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WeYsTmIzjkw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WeYsTmIzjkw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Tim Dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5428470300809430407?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5428470300809430407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5428470300809430407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5428470300809430407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5428470300809430407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-timmers.html' title='For Timmers...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-869228159649507145</id><published>2010-07-08T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:19:15.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossfire- Brandon Flowers- Official Video</title><content type='html'>I got two words for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD. HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homeboy has done it again. I will admit that I don't usually really get into the whole ninja thing, (Although I am QUITE ninja, myself- in case you weren't aware) I thought the video was entertaining. He is just so damn cute. Even battered and broken, his smile lights his whole face up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AhU12zC8fc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AhU12zC8fc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of course, eternally grateful for Charlize. Clearly, she saved his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-869228159649507145?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/869228159649507145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=869228159649507145&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/869228159649507145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/869228159649507145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/crossfire-brandon-flowers-official.html' title='Crossfire- Brandon Flowers- Official Video'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4992706515702145191</id><published>2010-07-03T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T06:47:22.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is How I'm Feeling Today...</title><content type='html'>I'm a strong girl. I do things alone.  A lot.  I don't burden my friends with my issues.  I just deal with them.  I always assumed that I was doing people a favor for being like this.  Giving them room to breath and deal with the things going on in their own lives.  But, it has been brought to my attention a lot lately that people who are closest to me find this terribly annoying. Bordering on offensive.  I let the walls down just enough to give them a peek at the wreckage inside then put them right back up again.  And leave them feeling stressed and helpless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have decided to make a concerted effort to let people in.  To let the walls come all the way down and say this is who I am and I can't do this alone.  To learn to love again.  It scares me a lot.  I don't do vulnerable.  It goes against everything I am.  But, being strong all the time hasn't really been working out for me.  I'm tired.  I'm ready to feel fulfilled again.  I know this means that I need to make some changes in my life. Let go of some old vices.  And be willing to open myself up and embrace the things that are good in my life now.  No matter how frightening they may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are worth the risk.  So, here's to today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-J7J_IWUhls&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-J7J_IWUhls&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4992706515702145191?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4992706515702145191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4992706515702145191&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4992706515702145191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4992706515702145191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-how-im-feeling-today.html' title='This is How I&apos;m Feeling Today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1652949569750525341</id><published>2010-07-02T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:11:15.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Eliza...</title><content type='html'>This song makes me super happy Eliza.  Put it on the play list.  Then when you feel blue play it loud.  And lots of times.  This is my way of "hugging it out" from 3000 miles away.  Enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjldv54ln6g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjldv54ln6g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Howie is young and hot.  So even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1652949569750525341?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1652949569750525341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1652949569750525341&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1652949569750525341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1652949569750525341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-eliza.html' title='For Eliza...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8734242981835594536</id><published>2010-06-27T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:30:21.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs I Hate That Other People Like.</title><content type='html'>I decided to take Cleos idea to the far left and post songs that I hate but for some reason other people really like.  Not that they are bad songs, or musically weird or anything.  I just don't like them.  For no good reason.  Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSCJJkFgt_w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSCJJkFgt_w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it. To this day whenever I see my Uncle Greg he will see this song to me.  GAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRdHsuuXxfk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRdHsuuXxfk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Justin.  But come on.  This is a dumb ass song.  I'm pretty sure that you got your own recipe.  Oh hell...Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1RnPB76mjxI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1RnPB76mjxI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing.  So stupid.  Is every girl named Shorty?  And...Honey got a booty like pow, pow, pow.  Honey got some boobies like wow, oh wow.  Yep...them there's the lyric.  Clever I know.  Although I haven't heard many songs with boobies in the lyrics so..Way to go Usher. Two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmeUuoxyt_E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmeUuoxyt_E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this one was hard for me because every Nickelback song sucks serious ass.  But I think this one takes the cake.  Ummm...because people are dumb and like pre processed crappy pop/rock music that all sounds the same...you are a rock star.  Dumb ass!  No need to write a song about it.  Arrogant SOB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8734242981835594536?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8734242981835594536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8734242981835594536&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8734242981835594536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8734242981835594536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/songs-i-hate-that-other-people-like.html' title='Songs I Hate That Other People Like.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-3811765786064085467</id><published>2010-06-27T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:09:03.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs I heart.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's a good thing I'm cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been able to entertain my own self and it looks like this situation is no different. So.... until one of my co authors decides to contribute... you're stuck with me. I quite think you're rather lucky, but evidently it matters very little what my opinion is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently compiled a play list for my kids and I to listen to when we swim. We are fortunate enough that we are able to have our own pool, so we get to listen often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you might enjoy a sampling of what makes our summer family time even better. I believe in sharing good music with my children... they love everyone from The Killers to The Beastie Boys to The Cure and beyond. They're pretty cool kids. Wonder where they got it from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtDSRiIIWFQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtDSRiIIWFQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHacDYj8KZM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHacDYj8KZM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B__XOOM7Vsw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B__XOOM7Vsw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJYjr-vUKZM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJYjr-vUKZM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on over, it's a party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-3811765786064085467?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/3811765786064085467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=3811765786064085467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3811765786064085467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3811765786064085467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/songs-i-heart.html' title='Songs I heart.'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1792631282767216284</id><published>2010-06-23T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:54:51.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo's Pick o' the week- Eminem &amp; Rihanna- I Love the Way You Lie</title><content type='html'>What I love about Em is that he says what he thinks when he thinks it, and he doesn't give a &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's real. He writes songs about things that are not always cool. I was surprised when I heard this because it's pretty raw. I was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; surprised that Rihanna was singing with him when I heard all the lyrics. I think it hits a little close to home (no pun intended... I'm just awesome like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of us can't identify with everything in this song, I think there's enough meatiness that you get it. We've all felt out of control. Those who state that they haven't are either lying, or, have not been fortunate enough to feel emotion so incredibly deep that it can send you spinning outta control and turn you into someone you no longer recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can make us crazy. It can make us feel the highest highs imaginable, and lows that you never dreamed you could succumb to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khACDbpGw4k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khACDbpGw4k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you love him or hate him, you gotta give him credit for being honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1792631282767216284?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1792631282767216284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1792631282767216284&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1792631282767216284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1792631282767216284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/cleos-pick-o-week-eminem-rihanna-i-love.html' title='Cleo&apos;s Pick o&apos; the week- Eminem &amp; Rihanna- I Love the Way You Lie'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5158418562843067852</id><published>2010-06-22T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:20:41.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo's Retro Happiness</title><content type='html'>I cannot stand logging in and seeing Squiggy any longer. Thanks Chopsie. A whole lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that I like happy music. I always have. In order to get Chop's damn post off here I tohught I'd share some older songs that have brought me joy for many years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Dancing is a great little song from 1982 with a catchy lil'tune...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gs2kFrGluKs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gs2kFrGluKs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great acoustical version of Boys Don't Cry. Oh yeah. I'm not gonna lie- I still have the poster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tophl_rBrwQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tophl_rBrwQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know this one by the very first guitar strum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KCPhfyBurmA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KCPhfyBurmA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one...Everyone needs this mental image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuScm5aqL6c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuScm5aqL6c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Vicar in a tutu is not strange, he just wants to live his life this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5158418562843067852?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5158418562843067852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5158418562843067852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5158418562843067852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5158418562843067852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/cleos-retro-happiness.html' title='Cleo&apos;s Retro Happiness'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-3551851127169314195</id><published>2010-06-21T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:54:05.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfectly Honest Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.judithgeiger.com/egg/laverneandshirley/pics/squiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.judithgeiger.com/egg/laverneandshirley/pics/squiggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brightcove.vo.llnwd.net/d10/unsecured/media/1079000770/1079000770_71443342001_UMG-vidcvr-00602527365589-01-RGB72-640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://brightcove.vo.llnwd.net/d10/unsecured/media/1079000770/1079000770_71443342001_UMG-vidcvr-00602527365589-01-RGB72-640x480.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can see where the confusion lies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies to both David Lander (aka Squiggy) and Tyler Glenn who are apparently not only NOT the same person but upon further research not even related.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-3551851127169314195?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/3551851127169314195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=3551851127169314195&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3551851127169314195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3551851127169314195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfectly-honest-mistake.html' title='A Perfectly Honest Mistake'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-232976867130054904</id><published>2010-06-21T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:14:08.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday B-Flow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/TB_6HKfLR4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Dty0W6hUois/s1600/35439_408495152071_37145772071_4237608_3249645_n-468x471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/TB_6HKfLR4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Dty0W6hUois/s320/35439_408495152071_37145772071_4237608_3249645_n-468x471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485377872141698946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you celebrate your birthday when you are an exquisitely beautiful and damn near perfect musical freaking genius? Why naturally, you release your very first single from your very first solo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some info I dug up about the new album "Flamingo"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Despite all its storied pitfalls, louche reputation and lascivious tourism campaigns, Brandon Flowers remains stubbornly proud of his hometown. The Las Vegas born-and-bred vocalist—whose working hours are usually spent with his band The Killers—makes that clear when discussing his first solo album, Flamingo, which takes its name from a Sin City downtown street on which Sam's Town is located, and where Flowers used to buy his records. "I grew up there, so it's close to my heart," the 29-year-old says. "I feel a responsibility to represent where I'm from, to defend it. It's a place that a lot of people loathe. I can't help but love it. I grew up with a lot of people who couldn't wait to leave, and that was always strange to me. I feel a real connection to it. It's in my blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inextricably tied to Vegas in both showmanship and ideology, Flamingo is a bombastic 10-track collection of stadium-ready songs that runs the gamut from expert pop executions and forlorn electro dirges to gospel tunes and even blues-tinged rock (read: pedal steel, and plenty of it). "Jilted Lovers and Broken Hearts," an upbeat arena rocker with the heartbeat of a dance floor classic, employs gambling as an epic metaphor: "I followed you through the darkness/ I followed you through the cold/ woman, I can tell you one thing/ you're going to wish you could go back and fold." Meanwhile "Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas" doesn't make Las Vegas sound very fabulous at all.   Indeed, there’s also denial, perfidy, absolution, spirituality and the limits of faith—each of which is explored in the album's other 10 tracks. Flowers transforms intellectual concepts into adrenaline overdrive on "Crossfire"; channels Roy Orbison's luminous falsetto to unnerving effect in "Playing With Fire"; and looks for second chances on "Only the Young," in which he offers the following haunting prayer: "Redemption, keep my covers clean tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers wrote the songs on Flamingo over the year and a half he spent touring for Day and Age, the Killers' third, critically acclaimed studio album. (He says the song that served as a catalyst for Flamingo is called "O, Sad American Night," which was recorded during sessions for Day and Age but didn't make the cut for that album, and won't be released on this record, either.) Originally, he'd meant them as material for the band, but circumstances—like being on the road for six years—intervened. "I would prefer if this was a Killers record, although it would obviously be very different if I'd made it with the band," he says. "We're just at different places in our lives right now. It's no secret that they're ready to put the brakes on for a second. It's definitely not the end of the Killers, but you can't blame them—we've been going nonstop since 2003.”  The upside to recording the album alone was that without the other members of the Killers, Flowers could call the shots himself; the downside, as he explains, is that he feels "a little bit naked." &lt;s&gt;Oh yeah, baby!&lt;/s&gt; Ohhh... the poor thing misses his friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/TCAAGyzswJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wy9Y_k557ow/s1600/35439_408495142071_37145772071_4237607_7115594_n-468x474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/TCAAGyzswJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wy9Y_k557ow/s320/35439_408495142071_37145772071_4237607_7115594_n-468x474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485384462855094418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download Crossfire on iTunes now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of his birthday, here's one of Brandon's favorite songs.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipbobacFiUY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipbobacFiUY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, for those who may not know, the Killers actually got their name from the fictitious name of the band in this video. They also pay tribute to this video in their own "Somebody Told Me" vid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot.... Happy birthday mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-232976867130054904?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/232976867130054904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=232976867130054904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/232976867130054904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/232976867130054904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-b-flow.html' title='Happy Birthday B-Flow!'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/TB_6HKfLR4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Dty0W6hUois/s72-c/35439_408495152071_37145772071_4237608_3249645_n-468x471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8708623636313085540</id><published>2010-06-20T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:16:23.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't be Tamed.....</title><content type='html'>So my girls totally dig on Miley Cyrus. They have grown up listening to her catchy tunage. The other day I'm minding my own bid-ness when my oldest daughter says...."So Mom, have you heard Miley's new song?" We go Youtube this bad boy and OH HELL. I was in love. I'm sorry.....I'm totally sucked into her cheesy teen pop composition. I adore this song. I seriously...seriously "want to be a part of something I don't know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if nothing else, it makes for a GREAT house cleaning song. Just saying. (I secretly pretend I'm a rock star when doing such activities.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sjSG6z_13-Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sjSG6z_13-Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8708623636313085540?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8708623636313085540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8708623636313085540&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8708623636313085540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8708623636313085540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-be-tamed.html' title='I Can&apos;t be Tamed.....'/><author><name>amberd.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Lexi2Us9Qs/TWBUeVQ_DzI/AAAAAAAAGm4/GRAEY493kPA/s220/bubbly..jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-6506344493403191466</id><published>2010-06-16T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:27:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neon Trees are Beib-a-licious!</title><content type='html'>Neon Trees decided to cover "Baby" by The Beibster... Strange bedfellows, no? Sounds crazy, but it's true. They not only covered it, but mashed it with "Stand By Me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda retro, Kinda Beiber... Totally Neon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Wdh8cfgO4c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Wdh8cfgO4c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am diggin' it for rizzzzzzle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-6506344493403191466?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/6506344493403191466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=6506344493403191466&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6506344493403191466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6506344493403191466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/neon-trees-are-beib-licious.html' title='Neon Trees are Beib-a-licious!'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-6965718261410222813</id><published>2010-06-15T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T05:00:05.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is How I'm Feeling Today...</title><content type='html'>I've been holding on for a long time.  Not really sure what for since I know there is nothing there.  But now it's time to let go.  Say good bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n93Hdq8FISE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n93Hdq8FISE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-6965718261410222813?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/6965718261410222813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=6965718261410222813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6965718261410222813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6965718261410222813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-how-im-feeling-today.html' title='This is How I&apos;m Feeling Today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-79195288707882153</id><published>2010-06-13T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:23:53.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossfire- Brandon Flowers</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon this little gem and I had to share because ya know it's how I roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly excited to hear the entire album. I might be just a little biased, but I think he is one of the best musical minds of our time. Clearly, he is magnificent. I love my boys and I support whatever they do (well, aside from the whole haitus thing- but this is a sweet lil' gift.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know what you think! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our dreams will break the boundaries of our fear..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4l9I13R7VM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4l9I13R7VM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. Hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as a crazed stalker dude he's hawt. OK... I gotta go lay down now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-79195288707882153?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/79195288707882153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=79195288707882153&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/79195288707882153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/79195288707882153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/crossfire-brandon-flowers.html' title='Crossfire- Brandon Flowers'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8346737693259803923</id><published>2010-06-11T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:57:44.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for the price of one...</title><content type='html'>I have a couple of things that I want to share today.  I'm in a very giving mood for some reason.  I think it has to do with the new smores dessert pizza at Mountain Mikes, but whatever.  First off this little gem that I'm sort of in love with right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTqq4ypLxo8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTqq4ypLxo8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now this part is solely for Cleo.  She's always asking me to help her with her running play list.  So here are some of my favorite songs to run too.  All at 150 bpm (according to beatunes)  So they are great pace songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero uno...to Cleos extreme pleasure, I opine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGdGFtwCNBE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGdGFtwCNBE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I might just add...DAMN...he is sure purty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deux...Yeah...I went French.  Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7tAWBY1UEo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7tAWBY1UEo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trois...Less rocky, more airy...But still great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ibeo7__pshk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ibeo7__pshk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking in videos bugs the hell out of me. Just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...You gots to have some eminem.  It's just not a running play list without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_FzrqxfZ9U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_FzrqxfZ9U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go Cleo.  Now, get out on the retaining pond and run baby, run!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8346737693259803923?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8346737693259803923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8346737693259803923&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8346737693259803923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8346737693259803923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-for-price-of-one.html' title='Two for the price of one...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5967463618429238642</id><published>2010-06-10T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:05:12.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime, baby!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh..... the sweet sounds of summer.... Birds chirping, lawn mowers mowing, the creepy dude in a cargo van playing enticing music trying to sell push pops to all the little kiddies... Oh wait... sorry Chops, forgot I wasn't supposed to mention that.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been loving the summer thus far. I do my best to go swimming every day. Working on that elusive bronze glow that seems to be unattainable due to faulty genetics. My pedi is even festive... my toes are painted "Flamingo" in honor of B Flow's new solo endeavor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was basking in my pool yesterday, I was thinking of some of my favorite songs of summer. Naturally, I knew that you'd want to hear them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_PDns23RWY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_PDns23RWY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2aljlKYesT4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2aljlKYesT4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGawOk107eU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGawOk107eU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyyAf45bCRE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyyAf45bCRE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0SvXZHuQ7mQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0SvXZHuQ7mQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5967463618429238642?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5967463618429238642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5967463618429238642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5967463618429238642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5967463618429238642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/summertime-baby.html' title='Summertime, baby!'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-6212520027256250432</id><published>2010-06-03T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:55:35.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm weak.  I admit it.</title><content type='html'>Lame lyrics.  Lame talking at the beginning.  Lame. Lame. Lame.  But I love it and I don't care who knows it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eK7RCmR-9I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eK7RCmR-9I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate my heart and then he ate my brain.  Lame.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-6212520027256250432?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/6212520027256250432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=6212520027256250432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6212520027256250432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6212520027256250432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-weak-i-admit-it.html' title='I&apos;m weak.  I admit it.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-2787042536596722859</id><published>2010-05-31T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:01:17.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How I'm Feeling Today...</title><content type='html'>It seems like everyone has an opinion of what I should be these days.  Even those who have my "best intentions" in mind are letting me know of my "potential" that I am not fulfilling.  Well, here's the thing... I like me.  I think I'm a pretty okay person.  Not perfect by any means, but not fallen or lost or any of those other stupid words you're using to describe me.  I know exactly where, and who, I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my request...Mind your own business.  Let me live my life.  Which I am enjoying for the first time in a long time.   Just because I may not be following what you consider correct doesn't make me less than you.  I will not ride into your delusional sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmIu4sV1y8s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmIu4sV1y8s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and have a nice day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-2787042536596722859?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/2787042536596722859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=2787042536596722859&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2787042536596722859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2787042536596722859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-how-im-feeling-today_31.html' title='This Is How I&apos;m Feeling Today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-6777316340188607457</id><published>2010-05-28T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:32:03.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I'm Feelin'.... Cleo style</title><content type='html'>There are a few things going on that are out of my control that have been making me kinda sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even really pinpointed the right song yet... but there are a few that have resonated with me lately. The first one I hesitate to add simply because it's on the radio quite a bit, but I love it. So, I'm gonna do what I want and play it anyway. The second one, I just like. It helps me to remember that I am cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7TTKlJ3H4PQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7TTKlJ3H4PQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me style and gave me grace. &lt;br /&gt;God put a smile upon my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put one on yours too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/82umDUB0rdU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/82umDUB0rdU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-6777316340188607457?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/6777316340188607457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=6777316340188607457&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6777316340188607457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6777316340188607457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-im-feelin-cleo-style.html' title='How I&apos;m Feelin&apos;.... Cleo style'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8556923166561817592</id><published>2010-05-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:10:13.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAsHy TuEsDAy</title><content type='html'>After a surprisingly long time digging in the trash, BTW- my manicure is sooooo not cute right now....I thought I'd go with something a little retro... I know you'll remember this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG8IkUoZ6j0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG8IkUoZ6j0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you want some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. B Flow had better watch out- Ashley Angel is pretty fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8556923166561817592?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8556923166561817592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8556923166561817592&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8556923166561817592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8556923166561817592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/trashy-tuesday_25.html' title='TRAsHy TuEsDAy'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4977897157442348697</id><published>2010-05-23T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:30:30.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Chopsalicious,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/S_nIeLVkgdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lxIwZz3UK9A/s1600/Ra%2BRa%2BRiot%2BRebecca%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/S_nIeLVkgdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lxIwZz3UK9A/s320/Ra%2BRa%2BRiot%2BRebecca%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474627242810442194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when you're grumpy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaXLirWrG-8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaXLirWrG-8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So press Play, turn your speakers up, and be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4977897157442348697?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4977897157442348697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4977897157442348697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4977897157442348697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4977897157442348697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-chopsalicious.html' title='Dear Chopsalicious,'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/S_nIeLVkgdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lxIwZz3UK9A/s72-c/Ra%2BRa%2BRiot%2BRebecca%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8639437894239618738</id><published>2010-05-21T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:24:26.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's a great song...</title><content type='html'>So, I was sitting in my living room watching this one hit wonders from the 80's thing on VH1 while I was folding laundry.  And for the first 40 songs of the countdown I unfortunately had My Girl Wants to Party all the Time by Eddie Murphy stuck in my head.  But then, they played this little gem.  Yeah, I stole that from Chops.  Cause he's so awesome.  As I stated in my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N1iwQxiHrs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N1iwQxiHrs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's what music used to be.  I downloaded and have been playing it on repeat for about an hour now.  So great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ORyUYE86Wag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ORyUYE86Wag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you wanted me to.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please don't ask me why I'm at home folding laundry on a Friday night.  I might actually cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8639437894239618738?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8639437894239618738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8639437894239618738&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8639437894239618738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8639437894239618738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-thats-great-song.html' title='Now that&apos;s a great song...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4206275961909001364</id><published>2010-05-20T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T13:52:38.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All because of an email delay....</title><content type='html'>So, something weird happened to me today.  I was playing around on my phone and an email came in from a post that Chops had done in April of last year. I know, it's a serious delay issue. But as I was reading it I recognized it as one of his old posts and I got to thinking about Chopsy and the person that he is.  Here is what he wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday I was having a great day. We went for a walk with the whole family. It was warm but there was a cool breeze blowing. The kiddos all picked wildflowers and chased frogs and turtles in the bayou. We got back and I went to get something from the Harry Potter closet and bumped my head. As I was reeling Scooter came and started telling me something. I yelled her to "Shut up and go away!". She left crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was playing with Mo. I was tickling him and he was laughing that free careless open mouth all in laugh that only little kids seem to really have. We played cars too and he was having such a good time. Then I told him it was time for bed and he threw a HUGE tantrum. He was screaming and screaming and I spanked his mouth. He stopped screaming and just looked at me like I was a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a terrible Dad for yelling at my kids and making them cry? Probably. Am I a great dad for taking long walks with them and playing cars for hours? I hope so. Which one is the one I "really" am? Am I really a big meanie that does some nice things to look good? Or am I really a good person with some (serious) flaws?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is Chops is a really good person.  He is caring and loving and hard working.  He's also tender and sweet and funny as hell.  He loves his family.  Adores those little squirts and Mrs.  McGee.  And he's an amazing and loyal friend.  He has the best stories and can make you laugh without even trying. Although I sometimes get disgusted by how much the man can pack away, it makes me laugh when he sends me a text to tell me what he had for lunch.  He also has a strange love for bologna which makes me want to vomit as well.  But I like being called a gem so I'll let it slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew we were destined to be friends forever the first time I met him.  He was standing in the doorway to Cleos office and said..."Well, it was nice to meet you.  I have to go home and pinch a loaf." I'll never forget that moment.  Unfortunately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few songs that will always remind me of Chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5fk-fS4SIA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5fk-fS4SIA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYF0qU5WSew&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYF0qU5WSew&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wlwOcCRGDg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wlwOcCRGDg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya forever Chops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4206275961909001364?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4206275961909001364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4206275961909001364&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4206275961909001364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4206275961909001364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-something-weird-happened-to-me-today.html' title='All because of an email delay....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-565525716104984425</id><published>2010-05-19T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:38:05.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody remember The Posies?</title><content type='html'>You know what y'all are? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME. ASSES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I selected a perfectly horrible song, showcased it, and got it STUCK in my HEAD all FRIGGIN' day and no one has even so much as glanced at it. Since I can no longer stand the fact that it's up there, I must now post another song which is much more pleasing unto me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lM1U78RLChY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lM1U78RLChY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Posies... now there's a band you don't hear from anymore. Close your eyes while I transport you back to 1993. You are in your bedroom watching 120 Minutes (remember when the "M" in MTV stood for MUSIC???). You are happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see me now, long, sunkissed hair tied up loosely at the nape of my neck, my glow in the dark Peace Frogs T-shirt, and the sand betwen my toes. The only care in the world I had was about Ian Quinn and whether he even knew I was alive. I figure he had to have, because we were in the same Government class and he stared at me. A lot. He had electric blue eyes and a perpetual tan from surfing all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was he was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho- enjoy this little nugget of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-565525716104984425?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/565525716104984425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=565525716104984425&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/565525716104984425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/565525716104984425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/anybody-remember-posies.html' title='Anybody remember The Posies?'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-9103993144776392307</id><published>2010-05-18T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:05:34.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAsHy TuEsDAy</title><content type='html'>I heard this song on the radio and it made me laugh out loud. And I'm not sure it was in the good way.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is even tackier than the song! Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ha80ZaecGkQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ha80ZaecGkQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me Mr. Flintstone, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need me one of them real nice Barbie necklaces. Never fear, there is time before my birthday to get me one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-9103993144776392307?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/9103993144776392307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=9103993144776392307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/9103993144776392307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/9103993144776392307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/trashy-tuesday_18.html' title='TRAsHy TuEsDAy'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4617231530019645729</id><published>2010-05-17T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:49:28.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chops McGee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School'/><title type='text'>That reminds me...</title><content type='html'>You know what you made me think of Ginger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/30RX1yi2V9c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/30RX1yi2V9c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4617231530019645729?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4617231530019645729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4617231530019645729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4617231530019645729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4617231530019645729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-reminds-me.html' title='That reminds me...'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7692509388520681279</id><published>2010-05-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:38:50.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz I can...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in love with this song right now.  I don't really know why.  Maybe it's because I have kids on the verge of entering into this stage of life.  Maybe it's because I'm grateful that I lived a pretty sweet childhood.  I don't know.  But I like it.  A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ndw5ihLAekA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ndw5ihLAekA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there aren't any vampires or nipples in the video.  Sorry to disappoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7692509388520681279?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7692509388520681279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7692509388520681279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7692509388520681279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7692509388520681279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuz-i-can.html' title='Cuz I can...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7413088703617852718</id><published>2010-05-15T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:52:19.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chops McGee'/><title type='text'>Probably shouldnt admit this...</title><content type='html'>We have a vendor that we use at work that consistently has the best hold music I have ever heard. The other day I was stuck for like 20 mins and this came on. When I hear something I like I usually just google a phrase of the lyrics and pull it up. But this time I couldn't quite make out enough of it to find it. Luckily I had my new phone and used Shazam and it pulled it right up. I read the lyrics, listened to it a couple times and then did a little research on the artist, Kate Earl. I was all ready to do a post and share the magic with y'all. Then I got home and looked the song up on YouTube to find a video to share. That was three weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P014IA_l-kQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P014IA_l-kQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ONLY videos of this song all have clips or stills of some stupid show or movie called Vampire Diaries. I have never heard of it but it looks disturbingly similar to those books Cleo is always reading. I just couldn't bring myself to post a video that cheesetacular. So I kept looking and found this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5z3hDkkiIA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5z3hDkkiIA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I liked this video quite a bit more, I'm pretty sure I saw some nipple action right around the :49 sec mark and I'm pretty sure Mrs Chops would not approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the one "safe" video.. But I dont really like this song as much as the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vn8a4N8OROk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vn8a4N8OROk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it I probably should have put that one first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7413088703617852718?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7413088703617852718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7413088703617852718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7413088703617852718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7413088703617852718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/probably-shouldnt-admit-this.html' title='Probably shouldnt admit this...'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4695426318191454177</id><published>2010-05-12T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:02:24.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who's Madonna?" A tale of crappy parenting.</title><content type='html'>My heart has been broken and I fear that I shall never be healed fully. Please don't get me wrong. Madonna is not my very favorite artist. I don't really even care for her new stuff to be perfectly honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But she's friggin'&lt;em&gt; MADONNA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain respect that most girls my age have for her. She's a pop icon. I still remember the year Santa brought me a boom box and the "Like a Virgin" tape. BTW- I also got Wham! "Make it Big". Apparently I was a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; nice girl that year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that I have somehow let my children down. My 10 year old (remember asparagus girl?)came to me yesterday and asked me who Madonna was. I stared at her like she walked up to me and started speaking Latin (which would have actually surprised me less- this is one smart cookie we're talking about here). I thought she was making a joke concerning my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I know her name, but I just don't know who is actually is." I still continued to stare in disbelief. Kindly, she placed her hand on my arm and gently said that she would probably like Madonna, she just wasn't sure. After a few moments I got my wits about me and told her that Madonna was a very influential music artist; and while I do not think she believes in a lot of the things we believe in, she is very talented. Please keep in mind that this trauma comes on the heels of a conversation in which my 13 year old saw a current picture of Morrissey and asked "Who's the old dude?" (I am not ashamed. I did indeed weep a bit) Now, in all fairness, she knew him after I said his name because she has a lot of his stuff on her iPod. When she got the iPod, the rule was that if she was going listen to Miley and Hillary, then I was also going to put some &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; music on there for her. And I must say, musically she is quite well rounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cut myself a little slack because another time my sweet daughter came to me and told me that the song "Why Do I Keep Counting?" by The Killers helped her through a situation at school. So I guess I don't totally suck as a mom, I felt a little taste of redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this lack of knowledge and horrible parenting is not singular to my household. Gingie shared with me an instance where her 8 yr old asked who Nirvana was. Gignie's response was " OH HELLLLLLLL NO!" and they had to sit and listen to the &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; discography after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my good friends, I leave you with a small selection of songs that says to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"This is Madonna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kaV12Q2Thcw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kaV12Q2Thcw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wN-Tbf43AA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wN-Tbf43AA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgjlGjQPX6I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgjlGjQPX6I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbLE3fZVh6w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbLE3fZVh6w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkiy8Yy76xk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkiy8Yy76xk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on like this for a while longer, but you get the general idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4695426318191454177?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4695426318191454177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4695426318191454177&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4695426318191454177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4695426318191454177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/whos-madonna-tale-of-crappy-parenting.html' title='&quot;Who&apos;s Madonna?&quot; A tale of crappy parenting.'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-188924192391091224</id><published>2010-05-11T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:15:07.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How I'm Feeling Today...</title><content type='html'>I don't have a lot to say, I know, shocker.  But I wanted to post a couple of songs that make me happy when I'm down.  The first comes from a movie that also makes me happy.  I'm a hard hearted harbinger of haggis.  I'm not ashamed.  Don't believe me?  I have the t-shirt to prove it.  And we all know that if something is printed on a t-shirt it must be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lt_2hMmwg7s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lt_2hMmwg7s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And number 2.  This one makes me think of Cleo actually and a Chrysler LeBaron that always smelled like wet dog when it rained.  Remember that one time the window got stuck down in the middle of that huge down pour and you were totally drenched by the time we got home? That was awesome.  That was my impersonation of Chris Farley.  Don't be a hater.  I have skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hvi4iA3PnKE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hvi4iA3PnKE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there they are.  Two of my happy songs.  I have many more but these two never disappoint.  So listen and be happy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-188924192391091224?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/188924192391091224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=188924192391091224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/188924192391091224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/188924192391091224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-how-im-feeling-today.html' title='This Is How I&apos;m Feeling Today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5461638697123852234</id><published>2010-05-11T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T07:28:04.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TrAsHy TUeSdaY</title><content type='html'>Today's selection was inspired by my daughter who loves to cook. She is 10 and cooks better than most adults I know. What can I say... This gene pool is totally slammin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were in the car and this song came on. I wasn't even really listening to it because well, it's Britney for one... also, I was driving. I am focusing on the stuff around me when all of the sudden, she starts talking to me and asking me why on EARTH this girl on the radio was singing about DINNER. Confused as I was, I made her further explain herself. "Mom, she is totally singing about dinner. She must really love to cook." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if on queue, the chorus came on and I understood what she meant. "SEE! She is saying "Just like asparagus!" she is soooo weird, mom. You should change this song. It is really creeping me out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further adieu, here is Brit singing for her dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVhJ_A8XUgc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVhJ_A8XUgc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5461638697123852234?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5461638697123852234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5461638697123852234&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5461638697123852234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5461638697123852234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/trashy-tuesday.html' title='TrAsHy TUeSdaY'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-2446207451496046695</id><published>2010-05-06T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T14:56:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo's Pick o' the week- Anya Marina</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8m_HLvg-7g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8m_HLvg-7g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0BPnJUx_Yw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0BPnJUx_Yw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1MJ4xfz_dM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1MJ4xfz_dM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-2446207451496046695?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/2446207451496046695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=2446207451496046695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2446207451496046695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2446207451496046695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/cleos-pick-o-week-anya-marina.html' title='Cleo&apos;s Pick o&apos; the week- Anya Marina'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1410422856081139919</id><published>2010-05-05T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:53:07.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chops McGee'/><title type='text'>Big Hair, Big Voices</title><content type='html'>You know what I really miss sometimes? Really cheesy songs. Not just kinda sappy, I mean CHEESY. I mean, 3 cans of Aquanet, smoke machine, over the top giant cheddar wheel songs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Chops and I were watching Glee last night and the episode ended with a rendition of "Total Eclipse of the Heart". Man I love that song. It was enormous. And I am hard pressed to think of a modern band that makes giant songs like that anymore. Sure they talk about feelings and sex and what not, but is thier love gonna last till the end of time? Is it like living in a powder keg and they're givin off sparks? I dont think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So heres you assignment, gimme your favorite Monster Ballad. I dont care if its old or new, it just has to be huge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vw5Vcnjv5Bo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vw5Vcnjv5Bo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PP1HEFlkdY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PP1HEFlkdY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1410422856081139919?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1410422856081139919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1410422856081139919&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1410422856081139919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1410422856081139919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-hair-big-voices_05.html' title='Big Hair, Big Voices'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-2241547060140783880</id><published>2010-05-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:53:23.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chops McGee'/><title type='text'>Ra Ra Update</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all, just a heads up, cause I know you been wondering. Ra Ra Riot is finishing up their second album with a release date in the near future. Check out an interview with them and a clip of one of their new songs at &lt;a href="http://stereogum.com/326292/progress-report-ra-ra-riot/franchises/progress-report/"&gt;Stereogum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if your in H-town in the near future you can check them out at the Free Press Summer Fest on June 5th. Cleo said she would buy tickets for anyone who came down to see them. Also, she said you could stay in her game room. She has a tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_nhXElKEKRw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_nhXElKEKRw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you get bored, go back and re-read &lt;a href="http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-story-with-happy-ending.html"&gt;our review&lt;/a&gt; of their last show in Houston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-2241547060140783880?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/2241547060140783880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=2241547060140783880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2241547060140783880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2241547060140783880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/ra-ra-update.html' title='Ra Ra Update'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7458859304793981639</id><published>2010-05-04T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:12:23.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is How I'm Feeling- Cleo Style</title><content type='html'>I love this song. I'm not sure that much more really needs to be said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I'm feelin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3k2Op5tmx4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3k2Op5tmx4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little piece of your life &lt;br /&gt;Will add up to one&lt;br /&gt;Every little piece of your life &lt;br /&gt;Well they mean something to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fuse my broken bones &lt;br /&gt;Back together and then&lt;br /&gt;Lift the weight of the world &lt;br /&gt;From my shoulders again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7458859304793981639?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7458859304793981639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7458859304793981639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7458859304793981639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7458859304793981639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-how-im-feeling-cleo-style.html' title='This is How I&apos;m Feeling- Cleo Style'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8382226961470227282</id><published>2010-04-29T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:26:49.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandon Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamingo'/><title type='text'>Brandon Flowers to release a solo album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/S9nOYqG2WuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/knmC4IwhaF8/s1600/thumbnailCA6YITV8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465626545806007010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/S9nOYqG2WuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/knmC4IwhaF8/s320/thumbnailCA6YITV8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is over and B Flow is gonna hit us with some fresh tunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No release date as yet, but the title will be "Flamingo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brandonflowersmusic.com/"&gt;http://www.brandonflowersmusic.com/&lt;/a&gt; you will hear a clip from one of the songs on the upcoming album... I've heard it, and I think it's kinda hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update you as soon as more information is released. Meanwhile, Check out this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billboard.biz/bbbiz/content_display/industry/e3i2d2992c8dfe0a898515b9d7b78bf88a5"&gt;Killers' Universal Publishing Deal Extended&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brandonflowersmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8382226961470227282?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8382226961470227282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8382226961470227282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8382226961470227282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8382226961470227282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/brandon-flowers-to-release-solo-album.html' title='Brandon Flowers to release a solo album'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/S9nOYqG2WuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/knmC4IwhaF8/s72-c/thumbnailCA6YITV8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7370357234693236252</id><published>2010-04-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:46:15.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I done tol ya she was cRaZYyy...</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. I tried to warn y'all. I been knowin' this was comin' for a LOnG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homegirl done lost her ever-lovin' mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Gingie go waaaayyyyyyy back. Not a huge secret. I know that I can never really piss her off cuz she could pretty much ruin my life. Almost every idiotic choice I have ever made was in the company of Gingie. We won't go into details, but suffice it to say that our parents deserve a special reward simply for the fact that we are both still alive. Unfortunately for us, their reward came in the form of grandchildren that are not too dissimilar from their mothers. As my loving mother always likes to remind me.... "Payback's a bitch, sweetheart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho- No matter what- it's always been me and Gingie. We got each others' back. I could tell the stupidest bald face lie to get my butt outta a jam and that girl will not bat an eyelash. She will finish the story &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me. That's just how we roll. So when Gingie was sad, she came to visit me. See, what the average person may not know is the fact that I happen to be a natural antidepressant (I try to keep that on the DL, but ya know...). I have very few side effects and the ones I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can you lay beside in a bed covered with cheese, grapes, Tostitos and Taco Bell singing every song you know at the top of your lungs with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right....baby, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/486xlLxE6rQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/486xlLxE6rQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the happiest peeps I know. She makes me happy. She makes everyone happy. But lately, life has been a struggle for my 'lil friend. Mainly cuz she's retarded, but we will talk about that some other time. It brings me great joy to see her smile (you know, she's got great teeth, too). I love this girl. I want her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is strictly with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happiness in mind that I post this next video for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please enjoy. Oh- and parental guidance is totally suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1abfba3f0dfb9ffc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1abfba3f0dfb9ffc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330090388%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BC53B9F9CEB5369FB012A5F90DC9FA4654C539A.3F6EE77C3557121879A877544061E6B174A3D72D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1abfba3f0dfb9ffc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNivQgUljuMI8xoH8M6nLJQl6QIQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="400" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1abfba3f0dfb9ffc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330090388%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BC53B9F9CEB5369FB012A5F90DC9FA4654C539A.3F6EE77C3557121879A877544061E6B174A3D72D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1abfba3f0dfb9ffc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNivQgUljuMI8xoH8M6nLJQl6QIQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7370357234693236252?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7370357234693236252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7370357234693236252&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7370357234693236252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7370357234693236252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-done-tol-ya-she-was-crazyyy.html' title='I done tol ya she was cRaZYyy...'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1699037847827903167</id><published>2010-04-27T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T06:04:00.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thekillersmusic.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Killers are at it again....</title><content type='html'>Oh how they tease and torment me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a countdown serving as an intro to their website &lt;a href="http://www.killersmusic.com/"&gt;www.killersmusic.com&lt;/a&gt; . They are not spilling any deets about WHY it's there or what it's for. The suspense is killing me. (I know, I am sooooooooo clever, right?) The music is lovely, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we will just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at waiting. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have had a pretty rough couple of months with the passing of Jean Flowers in February and the myriad of rumors. Not to mention the fact that they have basically been on tour since 2006. My boyz be tired. They deserve a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been talk about a "covers" album, but usually albums are released on Tuesdays, no? Their Twitter page had a great snapshot of them together and they said they miss us. Well good. We miss them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we know more, please enjoy the music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FufL80hJsP8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FufL80hJsP8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zc8hbSM1zVo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zc8hbSM1zVo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1p_NHFd8jM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1p_NHFd8jM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Gingies house- this song is titlted "Smile Like You'll Eat It" Just sayin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1699037847827903167?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1699037847827903167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1699037847827903167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1699037847827903167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1699037847827903167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/killers-are-at-it-again.html' title='The Killers are at it again....'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8811942092715497701</id><published>2010-04-26T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:53:46.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chops McGee'/><title type='text'>Manly? I'll give ya Manly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.listen.com/img/356x237/7/5/5/1/791557_356x237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 237px;" src="http://image.listen.com/img/356x237/7/5/5/1/791557_356x237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Dr Dog. Five dudes from Philly, 3 of whom have suberb beards, and one of whom has what? Hell yeah, chops.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I dont even know how old this picture is or if their current facial hair matches that found in the photo. But the point remains the same. Manly. Try and deny it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho.. like I said, five dudes from Philadelphia doin old school rock. I dig it. Some of their stuff was less than bueno but I still dig their sound. They have been playing together for about 6 yrs now. Check em out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXs30YS6tmQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXs30YS6tmQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a cover of a song by Architecture in Helinski, which in my opinion is far better than the original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QvJ3dXqmvw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QvJ3dXqmvw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, also this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYLmvotYAD8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYLmvotYAD8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, well.. cause..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well to be honest cause cute French chick in short shorts. Is there a better reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8811942092715497701?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8811942092715497701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8811942092715497701&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8811942092715497701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8811942092715497701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/manly-ill-give-ya-manly.html' title='Manly? I&apos;ll give ya Manly!'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7089088259430628240</id><published>2010-04-26T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:59:41.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz I wanna......</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6myNbk15sMs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6myNbk15sMs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps someone you know could sparkle and shine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8OipmKFDeM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8OipmKFDeM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; starting a revolution from my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SC0pcekqmHA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SC0pcekqmHA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just sippin' on something sweet, I don't need political process&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7089088259430628240?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7089088259430628240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7089088259430628240&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7089088259430628240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7089088259430628240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/cuz-i-wanna.html' title='Cuz I wanna......'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-3390474525934737483</id><published>2010-04-22T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:01:08.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How I'm Feeling Today...</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking I may have jumped the gun a little.  I do that occasionally.  It's a fault of mine.  One of many, I might add.  But among many faults are a lot of good things.  Like the ability to love unconditionally and without judgment.  And to accept people for who they are and see beyond flaws.  And give of myself without any expectations of anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these things I don't get a lot of middle ground.  Either people accept and become close to me or they are constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop and looking for ways to undermine my intentions.  But I never ever have to question who my true friends are.  The people that I number among friends, though may be few, would defend me to the death.  Even if they knew I was dead wrong.  That is an amazing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the others, well, here is something that I have learned.  You can't change how people feel about you.  Either they will accept your words and actions as true or they won't.  And you can try and try and try, but if they have it in their minds that you are a bad person, there is nothing you will ever do or say to change that.  So, you can either let that rule you and eat you alive, or you can find a way to make peace with it.  I recommend the latter.  It's the only way you will ever find true happiness. If you can find peace within yourself then there is nothing that anyone can do or say to take that away.  Guilt is for sucks.  So is hate and anger and bitterness.  Let it go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said...Here is my new 2010 theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OH9A6tn_P6g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OH9A6tn_P6g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people are unhappy it's so much easier to place the blame elsewhere than to look inside and see where the true ugliness lies.  There will always be another offense in their eyes.  But as long as you recognize the goodness in yourself, nothing they do or say can touch you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-3390474525934737483?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/3390474525934737483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=3390474525934737483&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3390474525934737483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3390474525934737483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-thinking-i-may-have-jumped-gun.html' title='This Is How I&apos;m Feeling Today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-3857649015277095282</id><published>2010-04-20T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:53:48.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAsHy TuEsDAy</title><content type='html'>This week I really don't have a lot to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9b8erWuBA44&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9b8erWuBA44&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must add that while I love a hawt nerd just as much as the next girl, it's the tube socks with the high heel boots and the school girl outfit that I really want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mr. Jones could have fun with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-3857649015277095282?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/3857649015277095282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=3857649015277095282&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3857649015277095282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3857649015277095282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/trashy-tuesday.html' title='TRAsHy TuEsDAy'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-3567938680262064741</id><published>2010-04-14T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:54:52.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chops McGee'/><title type='text'>An Open Question</title><content type='html'>I want your opinion on something. Watch both of these videos real quick...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_aQIysiySs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_aQIysiySs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oJgqbgvInk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oJgqbgvInk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In theory they are very similar. Two groups of young folks making music in their native environment. Both bands heavy on the vocals, guitar driven pop/folk/rock. Even the video styles are quite derivative of each other. And yet I completly adore Pamplamoose and Nataly Dawn and Monsters of Folk bore the snot out of me. Its not a bad song. Musically its very well done, the gentlemen featured all seem very proficient on their instruments of choice. They sing well, and yet I dislike it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, tell my why you think that is. Or why I'm wrong. Either one, you get to pick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-3567938680262064741?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/3567938680262064741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=3567938680262064741&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3567938680262064741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3567938680262064741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-question.html' title='An Open Question'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-3106523107347412861</id><published>2010-04-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:01:44.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keesha? Ketchup? Ke$ha.... blah blah blah... I call it Trashy.Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Htiz_LnqOj0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Htiz_LnqOj0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love good music. I am forever on the look out for rockin' artists. I introduced you to Neon Trees and Nataly Dawn, remember? I must admit that I do play favorites, but when I spot talent, I am dead right. All.the.time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ke$ha (don't forget the "$"!), not only do we get really melodious gifts thanks to auto tune, but we enjoy some of the most provocative and thoughtful lyrics ever penned. I mean, certainly she is talented, it's in her genes...her mom wrote "Islands in the Stream" (in case you have been under a rock for the past 20 years- it was performed by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers) for crying out loud. I will hand it to her though... as far her oral hygiene goes- Jack Daniels must be just as good as Listerine, cuz she does have a nice grill. Yet another line from her hit song "Tik Tok" indeed begs the question... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; P Diddy feel like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UDdYTjXiS8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UDdYTjXiS8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSfNkDCx49Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSfNkDCx49Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6WmaUU4gnF4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6WmaUU4gnF4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey- if singing doesn't work out for her, maybe she can win a spelling bee &lt;br /&gt;or somethin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK fine. I'm feelin' a little bitchy. Whatev. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a concert fix soon. Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-3106523107347412861?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/3106523107347412861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=3106523107347412861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3106523107347412861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3106523107347412861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/keesha-ketchup-keha-blah-blah-blah-i.html' title='Keesha? Ketchup? Ke$ha.... blah blah blah... I call it Trashy.Tuesday.'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-6636911012446410581</id><published>2010-04-13T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:55:08.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chops McGee'/><title type='text'>Taking back Manly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thanks a lot Cleo. My little sister emailed me yesterday for the first time in a long time. This, along with a link to your post on Nataly Dawn,  is the entire text of her email. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I was looking at the blog today. I really like her. You haven't posted in a while."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That was followed by another email about an hour later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"O.K I think i might be obsessing a little but I love everything I have heard so far. When was the last time you looked at your blog??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So now I feel bad. Have I really been so neglectful that my own sister had to call me out? If so I am sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This song was stuck in my head for almost a week. I'm not even sure where I heard it but it just kept repeating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still, I'm still an animal&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it but me when I slip yeah I slip &lt;br /&gt;I'm still an animal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just kept playing that line over and over and over for days. I finally found time to sit down and hunt it down. It was well worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/niKT-kJfUz4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/niKT-kJfUz4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There was a time when my world was filled with darkness, darkness, darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I stopped dreaming now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm supposed to fill it up with something, something , something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody I knew before long long long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I'm still trying to make my mind up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Am I free or am I tied up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still, I'm still an animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nobody knows it but me when I slip yeah I slip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm still an animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is a hole and I tried to fill up with money, money , money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But it gets bigger to your hopes is always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Running,running,running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody of who could be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tell me if I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And now I'm pulling your disguise up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are you free or are you tied up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still I'm still an animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nobody knows it but me when I slip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm still an animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I change shapes just to hide in this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I'm still I'm still an animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm still an animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oKQSAt4c4c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oKQSAt4c4c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4ajwiV_7W0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4ajwiV_7W0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope you liked at least one of these Mels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&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"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4284027226409871154-6636911012446410581?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/6636911012446410581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=6636911012446410581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6636911012446410581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6636911012446410581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/taking-back-manly.html' title='Taking back Manly'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8714650500607709906</id><published>2010-04-13T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:51:51.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe This Is How I'm Feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iV_TjA2yrvA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iV_TjA2yrvA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8714650500607709906?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8714650500607709906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8714650500607709906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8714650500607709906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8714650500607709906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-this-is-how-im-feeling.html' title='Maybe This Is How I&apos;m Feeling...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-9123378491026076700</id><published>2010-04-04T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:40:23.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I'm feeling today...</title><content type='html'>Yup, it's that time of the week again when I get to pour my heart out to the infinite nothingness that is the interweb.  Here's the thing though...I don't really know how I feel. I have gone from extreme happiness to sadness to complete panic and back again.  And really, now, I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some questions that I would like to pose that may help me clear my head and maybe figure out how I feel.  They aren't life altering by any means, just mere curiosity on my part.  So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that men can put you in a box in their head and never think about you again? If so, Why?  Why would you do that?  Not only to yourself, but to that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people mean?  It just makes people not like you.  You should stop that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are soul mates real?  Is it possible for two people to be so connected that it is physically painful to be away from them? Oh wait, one puts you in a box and it's like you never existed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Mormons put cream of chicken soup in every thing they cook.  That's weird.  Try some other seasonings.  There's lots of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does wearing stilettos make me feel so much prettier?  I still look the same when I look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth would someone eat a hollow bunny when you could eat a solid one?  That's just pure craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're on the subject, What exactly is the cream in a Cadbury cream egg?  That's just frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come when you laugh real hard stuff comes out your nose?  Milk, soda, snot, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come the harder you try to remember something, the harder it is to actually do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...What the hell does a girl have to do to get some damn daisies?  Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that...Here's my song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nrGWwHalCU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nrGWwHalCU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-9123378491026076700?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/9123378491026076700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=9123378491026076700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/9123378491026076700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/9123378491026076700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-how-im-feeling-today.html' title='This is how I&apos;m feeling today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1006518475625131582</id><published>2010-04-03T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:35:38.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glutes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nataly Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thighs'/><title type='text'>Chospies Crush..... Heretofore known as Nataly Dawn</title><content type='html'>As we all know, I cannot listen to "folky" songs too much. I live life with a little more edge. I need a faster beat and preferably a pretty boy serenading me sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I love a great sense of humor and I love people that can take a great song and somehow make it greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enter Nataly Dawn&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I love the most is taking a song like Telephone and totally changing it without taking away the bones of the song. She pays homage to Gaga and Beyonce without ruining their stuff. I, for one, do not appreciate ruined stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is cute, her voice is unique, and she is quirky and original. And that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; something I can appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/meT2eqgDjiM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/meT2eqgDjiM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIr8-f2OWhs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIr8-f2OWhs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0D4BdF3JG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0D4BdF3JG4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vEStDd6HVY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vEStDd6HVY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ib13SJKc9eM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ib13SJKc9eM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LRw9u3CWsyY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LRw9u3CWsyY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1006518475625131582?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1006518475625131582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1006518475625131582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1006518475625131582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1006518475625131582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/chospies-crush-heretofore-known-as.html' title='Chospies Crush..... Heretofore known as Nataly Dawn'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7596356318369686711</id><published>2010-04-02T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:45:03.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my new faves.... And it isn't even The Killers.....</title><content type='html'>weird, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie. I still heart my four boys better than &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the friggin' planet. I can't help it. They'reamazing. (Oh yes my friends, it IS one word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our old friend Peter Gabriel has apparently recently recorded a covers album. Embedded in said album is a sweet little gem that I have fallen madly in love with. It was originally sung by Magnetic Fields in 1999, but I had never heard it until Peter's version. Take a listen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywsvxgmb1zs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywsvxgmb1zs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, whilst looking for the video to go with my post, I found Chopsie a new girlfriend. She even speaks french! Chops- you can thank me later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GhDGdT33K0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GhDGdT33K0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nataly Dawn is pretty cool. We need to keep an eye on this girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopsie will be in love at first sight. Trust me. I know him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a great song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7596356318369686711?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7596356318369686711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7596356318369686711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7596356318369686711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7596356318369686711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-of-my-new-faves-and-it-isnt-even.html' title='One of my new faves.... And it isn&apos;t even The Killers.....'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5964384269736734043</id><published>2010-03-31T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:46:25.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cure for a week of shiz</title><content type='html'>My sweet friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you had a bad week. Things &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stop sucking soon. If not, I will have no choice but to get my ass on a plane and come kick some serious throatage. You know I got some big blingy ass stilettos. And fabulous legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will dominate the world. All others quake and tremble with fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/S7QIuXRIZLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yoezMpBKd_c/s1600/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/S7QIuXRIZLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yoezMpBKd_c/s320/quote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454994641265386674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are forever my home girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lISx2kS4si0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lISx2kS4si0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5964384269736734043?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5964384269736734043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5964384269736734043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5964384269736734043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5964384269736734043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/03/cure-for-week-of-shiz.html' title='The cure for a week of shiz'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/S7QIuXRIZLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yoezMpBKd_c/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-105140002561492182</id><published>2010-03-30T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:35:32.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I'm feeling..... Cleo Style</title><content type='html'>So.... I am super nice. I help peeps all the time. I do good deeds. A lot. Ask Chopsie, he will tell you that I am indeed a gem. I would add the word "precious" to gem, but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of stupid, mean people who have nothing of value in their lives. People like that work really hard to make nice people like me want to CUT them. A lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, as you will find in the previous post by my BFF Gingie, I am fairly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fact that this song describes how I'm feeling should explain how mean people are and how sick of dealing with them I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was introduced to me by some sweet and dear friends here-to-for known as Evil and SusieQ. They hate people with me. I heart their guts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE EVERYONE ('cept y'all...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and BTW---- Tyrants are mean. Just so ya know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Hate Everyone" - Get Set Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-S6XQsN1zRc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-S6XQsN1zRc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-105140002561492182?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/105140002561492182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=105140002561492182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/105140002561492182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/105140002561492182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-im-feeling-cleo-style.html' title='How I&apos;m feeling..... Cleo Style'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-722401699723182544</id><published>2010-03-27T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:39:42.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave My Bitch Alone....</title><content type='html'>The greatest of people can find a way to laugh in your face while you are trying to belittle them.  Annoying isn't it?  Well, you've messed with the master.  You can call her a bitch and say she has low self esteem, but at the end of the day she's still smiling and you've spent your entire day trying to think of ways to break her. Ain't gonna happen. And makes you sort of pathetic and a bit of a loser. So take your lame  excuse of an existence and do something useful....kiss my blinged out ASS!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Alh6iIvVN9o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Alh6iIvVN9o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and Have a FABULOUS day. I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-722401699723182544?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/722401699723182544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=722401699723182544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/722401699723182544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/722401699723182544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/03/leave-my-bitch-alone.html' title='Leave My Bitch Alone....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-852335414805185711</id><published>2010-03-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:30:41.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sweet Ass Trip to Vegas Documented...Musically</title><content type='html'>I've decided that it is just down right wrong to not spend your birthday with your friends in a place where you can act like a complete fool and still fit in.  I got to go to Houston and hang with Cleo and Chops for mine so it was only fair that Amberd got to spend some time with me for hers.  So, we loaded up the sweet ass Intrepid and headed to Vegas.  We had maximum funage, with minimal damage.  That's all you can ask for from Vegas, right?  Here are some of our favorite songs and most memorable quotes from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BUUULLLLSHIIIIT!!!" ~ Black Man Drinking Whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkyhvCdJ_vM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkyhvCdJ_vM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you mind laying properly on the bed?" ~ Crazy British Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a bit boring, aren't you?" ~ Crazy British Dudes Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X1Fqn9du7xo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X1Fqn9du7xo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm yeah...Could you please tell your friend to stop biting me on the neck?  Thanks." ~ The one and only...Gingersnaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-852335414805185711?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/852335414805185711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=852335414805185711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/852335414805185711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/852335414805185711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-sweet-ass-trip-to-vegas.html' title='Our Sweet Ass Trip to Vegas Documented...Musically'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7314125536826917742</id><published>2010-03-13T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:15:15.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chops McGee'/><title type='text'>Stuck in 1984</title><content type='html'>My oldest sisters's mother, my dad's first wife, died giving birth to my sister.  My dad remarried my mother a few years later and went on to have 7 more kids with my mother. My parents treated us all equally when we were growing up but my paternal grandmother always had a soft spot for my oldest sister. I never minded as a kid. I thought she was pretty special too. She was the oldest and the coolest of us by far. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdoYK9jOltQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdoYK9jOltQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does that have to do with music? My sister was into music. She was the coolest person I knew. So logically all cool people were into music.She was the only one with a cassette player and my Grandma would buy her cassettes so if we wanted to listen to music, we listened to hers. I didn't mind. I loved it when she shared her music with us. Her friends would come over and sit and listen and hang out. Luckily for me, most of her friends were girls and they thought I was adorable so they let me hang around with them while they braided my hair. (Shut up, I was 11 and pretty girls wanted to play with my hair. Like I was gonna say no). When I turned 11 my Grandma bought me a radio and I would stick it under my pillow and go to sleep listening to the Dr Demento show and trying to figure out which songs my sister's friends would think were cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GcQQFdUvmw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GcQQFdUvmw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every month my Grandma would take the "Older Kids" out to something together. At the time that meant my oldest sister, Christy, my brother Mike and me.  She would take the three of us out to dinner, maybe a movie, or my favorite, goofy golfing.  The place called Castles and Coasters. It was just a miniature golf course with an indoor video arcade but it was COOL. The main building was a giant castle with 4 stories of arcade games. All the cool older kids went there every weekend to just hang out and be seen. We were pretty poor so going anywhere was a big deal to me, but to hang out with my sister and brother without all the rest of the little kids made me feel pretty special. And there, walking around with my sister and brother, the coolest people I knew, away from the chaos of our house, is where I felt the happiest. One of the happiest memory of my entire childhood is standing underneath the lights on the ninth hole at Castles and Coasters on a warm summer night with the coolest people in the world and something by Culture Club or Thompson Twins or The Cars or Bananarama or Laura Branigan playing over the loudspeakers.  So thats the kind of music I like. The kind that reminds me even a little bit of what it felt like to belong and be happy and feel young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My musical tastes were set in stone back in 1984. I cant help it. They evolved a tiny bit over the years. But I still like best those songs that remind me the most of what I loved first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bzge5vY72hE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bzge5vY72hE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7314125536826917742?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7314125536826917742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7314125536826917742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7314125536826917742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7314125536826917742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/03/stuck-in-1984.html' title='Stuck in 1984'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4743794952943443190</id><published>2010-03-05T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:56:56.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingers Pick of the Week....Florence and The Machine</title><content type='html'>You can use Wikipedia just as well as I.  And quite frankly, all I care about is the music.  I think Florence is brilliant.  Love her voice.  Here's a few of my faves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfBY96qxVRQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfBY96qxVRQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes.  I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind.  The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out.  You've left me in the dark.  No dawn, No day.  I'm always in this twilight.  In the shadow of your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1pHDEAvqwE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1pHDEAvqwE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a gift, but it comes with a price.  Who is the lamb and who holds the knife. Midas is king.  And he holds me so tight and turns me to gold in the sunlight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7baoTqocJs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7baoTqocJs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My boy builds coffins he makes them all day.  But it's not just for work and it isn't for play.  He's made one for himself and one for me too.  And one of these days he's gonna make one for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fantastically morbid.  I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4743794952943443190?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4743794952943443190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4743794952943443190&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4743794952943443190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4743794952943443190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/03/gingers-pick-of-weekflorence-and.html' title='Gingers Pick of the Week....Florence and The Machine'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4213722471731073824</id><published>2010-03-03T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:13:17.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo's Pick O' the Week- Neon Trees</title><content type='html'>I usually prefer Neon Tigers, but I am digging these guys! I had a thing with a guy in high school that had a eerily similar haircut as the lead singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some deets: &lt;br /&gt;Neon Trees is a rock band from Provo, UT, with origins in Southern California. Formed initially by neighbors Tyler Glenn (lead vocals/keyboards) and Chris Allen (guitars), the band made its first home in Provo, eventually adding Branden Campbell (bass) and Elaine Doty (drums/vocals) to the lineup. The band's music is defined by its emotional energy and honest desire to get people on their feet, evoking comparisons ranging from newer acts like Bloc Party, The Strokes, and The Faint, to more classic artists like U2, Duran Duran, Depeche Mode, and Bruce Springsteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check 'em out- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qY--Yu4kzz0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qY--Yu4kzz0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QX6h_APTKjw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QX6h_APTKjw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2YFbycystY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2YFbycystY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C36HAs5dWTk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C36HAs5dWTk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4213722471731073824?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4213722471731073824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4213722471731073824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4213722471731073824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4213722471731073824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/03/cleos-pick-o-week-neon-trees.html' title='Cleo&apos;s Pick O&apos; the Week- Neon Trees'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-340980632202009426</id><published>2010-02-21T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:26:50.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know that one playlist on your iPod?</title><content type='html'>In my last post, one of Ginger's responses gave me an idea for a new topic of conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have one. Some of us are willing to talk about it, others not so much. Some of us have cause to listen to it often, others...well... not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, I am referring to the "special" playlist. The one that you put on when you send the kiddies to the Land of Nod, dim the lights, (in Chopsies case, hopefully they are off altogether) and let the magic happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change mine up a bit, and I'd like your help. What are your favorite songs on your playlist? I think that these special songs can be anything from sweet and soft to crazy and loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variety, after all, is the spice of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my choices. Let me know what some of yours are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtVAJEAWnlU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtVAJEAWnlU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Joey on this one... totally spiritual. Love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3ppsz4mMEA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3ppsz4mMEA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun little song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;object width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/87cLyBR1JTo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/87cLyBR1JTo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song embodies emotion like few others, for me. I love the Dire Straits version as well, but you know how I feel about my boys, so naturally, I prefer this cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PZcgi4c5XQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PZcgi4c5XQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our song. It says everything that needs to be said. After all these years, I still love this song and what it means to us. The hot Brit in the red lipstick doesn't hurt either (ssshhhh...don't tell Hubby about that.... he thinks it's all about him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way- I left "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails out for obvious reasons. I'm sure you'll understand. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; must remain sacred and private.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-340980632202009426?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/340980632202009426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=340980632202009426&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/340980632202009426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/340980632202009426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-that-one-playlist-on-your-ipod.html' title='You know that one playlist on your iPod?'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8658530557209630348</id><published>2010-02-17T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:12:30.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I'm feelin'...... Cleo Style</title><content type='html'>So........ I am usually upbeat, and I like upbeat music. I am a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure what's going on, but instead of fighting it like I usually do, I have given in. I don't intend to stay down... anyone who knows me even a little bit knows that keeping me down is impossible.  However..... this time, for a little while,  I am allowing these feelings to wash over me like scalding water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very strong woman. I carry a lot. And I carry  it with ease most of the time. I am a true and loyal friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you, I love you. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak my mind.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ALWAYS. &lt;/span&gt;Even when I know it's gonna come back and bite me in the ass. And while I know that integrity is a great quality, there are just times when things do not need to be vocalized. This is the tough part for me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a good person, and I think most people would tend to agree. Except for the ones who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is a line from one of my very favorite songs that reads: "...Or should I just get along with myself? I never did get along with everybody else....." While I have been trying hard to do what's right, I don't always succeed. Turns out, people are threatened by strong women. Men are supposed to be strong, but women are supposed to be meek and mild. I tried that, it didn't take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is a tough job, meshing the tough cookie with the tender heart. It leads to being often misunderstood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not as compassionate as I should be, I know this. I am not as humble as I should be, I know this too. I am hard to handle and sometimes even harder to please. I have a sharp tongue. But I also have a big heart. I have many flaws, but if you can't handle them, then you don't deserve the rest of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ya go...I love these lyrics- they make me feel less isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGJ8dY_IcgE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGJ8dY_IcgE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBSR_hwKXAM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBSR_hwKXAM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8658530557209630348?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8658530557209630348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8658530557209630348&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8658530557209630348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8658530557209630348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-im-feelin-cleo-style.html' title='How I&apos;m feelin&apos;...... Cleo Style'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7873070558613547457</id><published>2010-02-14T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:03:49.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Valentines Day...You Suck!!!</title><content type='html'>Here's my opinion on the subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Yes, the economy is bad.  Feel free to buy me daisies and chocolates at your leisure.  Not just one day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  If you need to have a set date to express how you feel about a person.  Then you are lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Love is for sucks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bmw8vbjOY4o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bmw8vbjOY4o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how far I've come from last year and my posting of Air Supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7873070558613547457?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7873070558613547457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7873070558613547457&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7873070558613547457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7873070558613547457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-valentines-dayyou-suck.html' title='Dear Valentines Day...You Suck!!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5232253298119151532</id><published>2010-02-07T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:49:10.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Richard...How I miss your sweet sweet voice...</title><content type='html'>The sweetness and innocence of the late 80's was fully embodied by the crooning of Mr.  Richard Marx and his helplessly romantic, although, pathetically cheesy, love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yr-LkA4R_hI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yr-LkA4R_hI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, look what we've become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X1Fqn9du7xo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X1Fqn9du7xo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Richard Marx had been a flaming homosexual he would have sounded exactly like this.  And he would have been smokin' in some sweet ass guy liner.  Mmm...guy liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I was a die hard Kris Allen fan, but I gotta say,  I'm liking this song.  Mans got skills.  I could listen to him sing all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5232253298119151532?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5232253298119151532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5232253298119151532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5232253298119151532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5232253298119151532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-richardhow-i-miss-your-sweet-sweet.html' title='Oh Richard...How I miss your sweet sweet voice...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-6937066922472589686</id><published>2010-02-04T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:54:04.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chopsie Whopsie Poo...</title><content type='html'>We love you!!!  Hope you have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8eia8uSi3o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8eia8uSi3o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Ginger, Cleo and Amberd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-6937066922472589686?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/6937066922472589686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=6937066922472589686&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6937066922472589686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6937066922472589686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-chopsie-whopsie-poo.html' title='Happy Birthday Chopsie Whopsie Poo...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8180309938742540812</id><published>2010-01-31T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:46:17.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I'm feeling today...</title><content type='html'>I'm done with the depressing ass music I've been posting on here lately.  I'm not a sad person.  I'm happy and fun loving and crazy and energetic.  And lots of other stuff that's way cooler than sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my epiphany for the week.  Life is what you make of it.  Shit happens folks.  A lot of it is out of our control, and the crappy decisions others make can directly affect how we feel about and see ourselves. Then we start questioning the very core of who we are. We become someone else.  Someone who fits the mold.  Someone that is acceptable. Changing to make someone else happy, will only cause yourself to be miserable.  It goes against the very nature of who we are. There comes a time when you need to step outside yourself and say, "I'm not cool with this person.  I want me back." Then take the actions you need to get there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't please everyone, but what I've learned is this, the people who truly matter WILL accept you for who you are.  No matter how "socially incorrect" you may be.  Hold on to these people.  They are the ones who will be there till the end. I have been blessed with some truly amazing friends in my life.  Three in particular come to mind.  Two are right here on this blog.  Three may seem like a small number, but their capacity for love and greatness is astounding.  I never feel the need for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't change the past.  And even if we could, who's to say it would turn out any better.  Make the most of what's right in front of you.  Enjoy the people in your life.  And be who you are.  Which, in my case, is not sad.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:33360" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=artist%3D2432%26vid%3D33360%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A33360" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/barenaked_ladies/artist.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;Barenaked Ladies&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;New Music&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8180309938742540812?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8180309938742540812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8180309938742540812&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8180309938742540812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8180309938742540812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-how-im-feeling-today_31.html' title='This is how I&apos;m feeling today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5939844765627731160</id><published>2010-01-27T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:25:55.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I'm feeling today...</title><content type='html'>People aren't meant to alone.  So if you find someone you actually care about, it's important to let go of the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/04JylELryEs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/04JylELryEs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the infamous words of Dr. John Dorian.... "Cuz nothing sucks more than feeling all alone.  No matter how many people are around."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5939844765627731160?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5939844765627731160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5939844765627731160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5939844765627731160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5939844765627731160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-how-im-feeling-today_27.html' title='This is how I&apos;m feeling today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1740628657944884045</id><published>2010-01-23T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:50:46.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour Ma Cherie...Cleo...</title><content type='html'>Poor little Cleo is in panic mode because The Killers have announced their indefinite hiatus from music making.  I have never seen so many irrational texts in all my life.  So I told her to take a prozac, have a margarita and chill the hell out.  And only then would I post her a fantabulous song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_SRFitvi9A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_SRFitvi9A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna post a picture of me in my killers underwear, but she begged and pleaded for me not too, so I won't.  But I am gonna post this one.  And quote Mrs. Cleo, who was exceptionally hungry after The Killers concert in Austin... "Da hell does a girl have to do to get a damn pancake around here?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CipxikR1mYw/S1vQ7IqGETI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UNX0M6JpLWI/s1600-h/n575095069_2544495_7806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CipxikR1mYw/S1vQ7IqGETI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UNX0M6JpLWI/s320/n575095069_2544495_7806.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430163490080166194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1740628657944884045?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1740628657944884045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1740628657944884045&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1740628657944884045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1740628657944884045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/pour-ma-cheriecleo.html' title='Pour Ma Cherie...Cleo...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CipxikR1mYw/S1vQ7IqGETI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UNX0M6JpLWI/s72-c/n575095069_2544495_7806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-255727754568310312</id><published>2010-01-22T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:21:19.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BITE ME COWBOY!!!</title><content type='html'>I have made my aversion to country music very well known here.  So, I am about to blow everyones mind with this little doozy.  I love Lady Antebellum.  Love them.  Every song I have heard by them has been amazing.  AMAZING!!   But this is my all time favorite.  I think I need to stay out of them there country bars for a spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that this is the first non-Christmas country song we've posted. So yeah us...Look Mommy we're growing as people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try to act like you don't like it.  It's a great song. Especially you Cleo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlJy_Cb21Lw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlJy_Cb21Lw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of amazing how circumstances in your life can bring out things in you that you didn't know were there. Or things that you considered weaknesses and just didn't let show.  Like the desire to feel needed and loved.  I think this song embraces those things.  If something is good for you, then why fight it.  Do what makes you happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-255727754568310312?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/255727754568310312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=255727754568310312&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/255727754568310312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/255727754568310312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/bite-me-cowboy.html' title='BITE ME COWBOY!!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-6337609566413073912</id><published>2010-01-20T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:56:56.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo's Pick O' The Week... Set Fire to the Third Bar</title><content type='html'>This was recorded at Abbey Road studio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new respect for Gary since his visit to his friendly neighborhood dentist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPKDfBdxkMM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPKDfBdxkMM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-6337609566413073912?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/6337609566413073912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=6337609566413073912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6337609566413073912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/6337609566413073912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/cleos-pick-o-week-set-fire-to-third-bar.html' title='Cleo&apos;s Pick O&apos; The Week... Set Fire to the Third Bar'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-814418254158225871</id><published>2010-01-19T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:55:42.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboard Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>You know how I have a sweet spot for Chris Carrabba so I had to post this new one from Dashboard Confessional.  I love it just cuz Chris can do no wrong in my eyes. And also, it's just damn fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn away&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes, dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;But keep it all inside, all inside&lt;br /&gt;When you fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes, dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Life is always hard&lt;br /&gt;For the Belle of the Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chris' classy way of saying 'You don't have to turn tricks peeps, just go home to your momma who loves you.  Even if she did name you somthin' stupid like Trivial.'  He's sweet like that, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOE4CX3BNBM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOE4CX3BNBM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confessional...Belle of the Boulevard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-814418254158225871?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/814418254158225871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=814418254158225871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/814418254158225871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/814418254158225871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/dashboard-baby.html' title='Dashboard Baby!!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-7013130500512219239</id><published>2010-01-09T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:48:44.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Strength - Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRkgah-ZPwM/S0kUuHTTIAI/AAAAAAAAGYs/-HKpj2AO3Ys/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRkgah-ZPwM/S0kUuHTTIAI/AAAAAAAAGYs/-HKpj2AO3Ys/s400/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424890008611004418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friends we've seen it all, when it made no sense at all, you dare to light my path and found the beauty in the aftermath." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to those who have stuck by my side during some of the hardest moments I've experienced in my young life. Amber's 2010 Theme Song.....You Give Me Strength. This year I plan on having wonderful, adventurous, and happy memories to recall. I'm tired of the pain, I'm growing, I'm on an upward motion. Please bless me Father that I can remain that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaVFWqpe61Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaVFWqpe61Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-7013130500512219239?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/7013130500512219239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=7013130500512219239&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7013130500512219239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/7013130500512219239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-me-strength-snow-patrol.html' title='Give Me Strength - Snow Patrol'/><author><name>amberd.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Lexi2Us9Qs/TWBUeVQ_DzI/AAAAAAAAGm4/GRAEY493kPA/s220/bubbly..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRkgah-ZPwM/S0kUuHTTIAI/AAAAAAAAGYs/-HKpj2AO3Ys/s72-c/DSC01266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8495176356891713386</id><published>2010-01-09T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:08:51.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I'm feeling today...</title><content type='html'>Sort of melancholy actually... Although Mark Hoppus is making me feel a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1tAYmMjLdY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1tAYmMjLdY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me, you're already a voice inside my head.  How easily replaceable we all are.  Either with objects, or immersing yourself in work, or finding someone else.  Eventually, we can all be made to disappear.  Memories and feelings become faint, until they are gone.  It's not always a bad thing.  Sometimes it's the greatest thing that can happen.  But one day, you'll be sitting in your bedroom brushing your teeth, and you'll realize that you don't really remember anymore.  And it will make you melancholy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8495176356891713386?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8495176356891713386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8495176356891713386&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8495176356891713386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8495176356891713386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-how-im-feeling-today.html' title='This is how I&apos;m feeling today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1984536901646874575</id><published>2010-01-06T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:51:15.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta Da!!!</title><content type='html'>Drum roll please....Introducing Gingers 2010 theme song.  I am such a tard.  It was here in front of me all the time.  And once again the credit goes to the beautiful Brandon Flowers.  How could I ever thought he would let me down?  Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlZw1cEAlzU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlZw1cEAlzU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on girls and boys...Everybody make some noooooiiiiiisssseee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1984536901646874575?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1984536901646874575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1984536901646874575&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1984536901646874575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1984536901646874575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/ta-da.html' title='Ta Da!!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-5677119580027130169</id><published>2010-01-06T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:37:29.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Remembers This One?</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling throw backish today.  Even though it's not Thursday. Who remembers the movie Some Kind of Wonderful with Mary Stuart Masterson, Eric Stoltz and Lea Thompson?  It is probably my favorite 80's movie EVER!! It's just so great.  And has one of my all time favorite lines..."Well, you're stupid.  I've always known you were stupid."  Typical man.  Dumb ass.  But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the closing song from the movie Lick the Tins cover of Can't Help Falling In Love.  I'm particularly fond of the river dancing Prozac in this video too.  Clever youtube peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4vAP43d2gs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4vAP43d2gs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-5677119580027130169?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/5677119580027130169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=5677119580027130169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5677119580027130169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/5677119580027130169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-remembers-this-one.html' title='Who Remembers This One?'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-8878488079928373178</id><published>2010-01-05T12:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:33:27.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingers 2010 Theme Song Crisis...Gone Public</title><content type='html'>We are now on day four of the New Year and I am still theme song'less'.  I feel naked in my soul.  And it's making me cold.  I'm down to 107 lbs and need to be showing off my waistline not covering it up with layers of clothing.  I just can't find any songs that capture all that is "Ginger".  I mean there's a lot of depth here people and apparently Miley, Ashlee, Lindsay, (yes Lohan, apparently she's a singer now.  Who knew?) you know the people who are obviously making good music these days, are just not cutting it for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually considered recycling Liz Phair's Extraordinary from 2008, but it just doesn't seem right.  And Cleo has commandeered Big Mouth Strikes Again by The Smiths and it's just so fitting for her that I don't feel right asking to borrow it.  And after Weezers Pork and Beans from last year being so fantastical, I just don't know that I can top it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a couple that I may be able to settle for, although I'm not 100% sure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O21EvgxhDJY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O21EvgxhDJY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I actually could see this one.  But some people, Matthew, weren't feeling it.  For some reason that I just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxUATkpMQ8A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxUATkpMQ8A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually love this song, but it feels too mainstream for me.  I don't know.  I could adopt it until something better came along if I had too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j1qQuSuQaHY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j1qQuSuQaHY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also love this one.  But again...I'm not really feeling theme song here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DrX8AFIQao&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DrX8AFIQao&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one was given to me by a friend of mine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know.  I don't feel all warm and fuzzy inside when I hear any of them.  What do you think?  Help.  I can't be naked for much longer.  The neighbors are starting to complain.  Well, their wives are anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-8878488079928373178?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/8878488079928373178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=8878488079928373178&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8878488079928373178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/8878488079928373178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/gingers-2010-theme-song-crisisgone.html' title='Gingers 2010 Theme Song Crisis...Gone Public'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-9126315561190489884</id><published>2010-01-05T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:45:29.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trashy Tuesday- Ashlee Simpson L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>I felt the need to resurrect Trashy Tuesday and I chose Ashlee Simpson to kick us off right. &lt;br /&gt;While I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; down with throwing cell phones in toilets, dancing in sunroofs whilst being blinded by a spotlight, and I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; house parties where breaking dancing is involved (I especially appreciated the creative use of the cane), I'm just not diggin' this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean, true talent is hard to come by these days. And this girl has surely got "it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... she's got somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fo shizzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be perfectly honest, I will grudgingly admit that this is on my "running" playlist. I don't usually actually &lt;em&gt;listen&lt;/em&gt; to it, but I had to be honest with you. I added it in a moment of weakness because it has a good beat. Plus, I love people who are good spellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, she is really good at sign language, for which I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a41s4IMyamQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a41s4IMyamQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-9126315561190489884?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/9126315561190489884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=9126315561190489884&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/9126315561190489884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/9126315561190489884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/trashy-tuesday.html' title='Trashy Tuesday- Ashlee Simpson L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1874132387770400978</id><published>2010-01-02T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:43:53.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I really feel.... and I ain't crazy, yo.</title><content type='html'>There have been nasty accusations flying around here concerning my current mental state. While I readily admit that if ANYBODY knows crazy, it's Gingie- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me boys and girlz, I am a whole lotta stuff, but cRaZY I aM nOt.&lt;br /&gt;The first post was really for my bff, and she knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that most of us go through a period of time where we wonder if we have made the right decisions and choices for our life. Even if deep down we know we made the right choices, and they have led us to happiness. We still might have the nagging thought every once in a while that questions where we might be right now had we chosen another path- would I be happy? What could have been? I didn't choose that road, so there's no way to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do not think that kind of thinking is terribly productive, I think it's more common than we realize. And since I am the QUEEN of saying what everyone else just thinks, I decided to talk about it. When I have these feelings, they are always tied to music. So just so ya know this is how I really feel.. The NKOTB crap was purely for Ginger's enjoyment. Although, I am not ashamed to admit that I was secretly engaged to Jordan Knight. Yeah, that relationship just didn't work out. His loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have come to realize is that you can always wonder, but you'll eventually go mad. I believe that things turn out the right way more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tricky part is being content that things are the way they're supposed to be, and finding happiness on the path you're on, instead of&lt;br /&gt;wondering where the other road traveled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of this song is misleading, this song is about working to keep what you have worked so diligently to build.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U90CHxNoJKw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U90CHxNoJKw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1874132387770400978?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1874132387770400978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1874132387770400978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1874132387770400978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1874132387770400978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-how-i-really-feel-and-i-aint.html' title='This is how I really feel.... and I ain&apos;t crazy, yo.'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-1995482303809383131</id><published>2010-01-02T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:58:29.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How I'm Feelin'... Cleo Style</title><content type='html'>I usually leave the melancholy crap to Gingie and Chops. I have no friggin' idea what's wrong with me, but clearly something is. I am jacked up, yo.I have a great life. I have a great family, beautiful kids, a great husband who still thinks I'm hot, I have a nice house,I have nice things, blah blah blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIIxlgcuQRU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIIxlgcuQRU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JcCouVxagNw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JcCouVxagNw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaGZe1IorJY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaGZe1IorJY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBryCQWEdFI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBryCQWEdFI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZT_7UjCVELg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZT_7UjCVELg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am far too young to be going through a mid life crisis. What is wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-1995482303809383131?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/1995482303809383131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=1995482303809383131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1995482303809383131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/1995482303809383131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-how-im-feelin-cleo-style.html' title='This Is How I&apos;m Feelin&apos;... Cleo Style'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4465688047725732964</id><published>2009-12-31T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:55:52.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chops McGee'/><title type='text'>Manly Music (or) Songs Cleo Will Most Likely Hate</title><content type='html'>I'm done! I got through it! Whoo hooooooooo!!\&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year the guys in my office rotate which Holiday we get to take off. One year half of us get Christmas off, the other half get Thanksgiving. That way no one is stuck at the office with an unreasonable burden.  Except this year. THIS year, they decided..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know what, Chops is a pretty smart guy. I bet he could handle it if we all left him here by himself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I totally agree, I dont even think we need to bother asking him. I bet if we just all plan on taking the time off, he'll be fine as long as we tell him at the last minute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's agreed then, Chops will handle everything while we all leave for Colorado!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey Chops! Your on your own this year! Dont call and ask for help, we'll be on the slopes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been a little stressed out lately. But now I'm done. Everyone is coming back on Monday and the office is closed tomorrow. But it has been a harrowing week or two. During the week, after everyone had left for the day and I was alone in the office I started to break out my Blackberry and put on Pandora for the last couple of hours of data entry to help me relax. And she did not fail me. The following are a couple of my favorites that have popped up in the last couple of days that really helped keep me from plucking all my eyelashes out in frustration at the sheer volume of work I had to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Cleo, hate all you want. When I needed it, these guys came through.  I know, I know.... Its sleepy, and slow. But when all three lines on your phone are busy, you have hundreds of unanswered emails and you dont know what task to try and tackle next, it helps to have something to unwind to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTzEp4CeWT8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTzEp4CeWT8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dqVDQ-lF4Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dqVDQ-lF4Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZF4hFNnqQM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZF4hFNnqQM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4465688047725732964?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4465688047725732964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4465688047725732964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4465688047725732964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4465688047725732964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2009/12/manly-music-or-songs-cleo-will-most.html' title='Manly Music (or) Songs Cleo Will Most Likely Hate'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4371577165550196450</id><published>2009-12-23T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T13:04:34.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chops McGee'/><title type='text'>This is How I'm Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I have 119 unanswered emails in my inbox and 6 "Urgent" voicemails but Imogen Heap, Ginger and Cleo just convinced me to unplug. I listened to  "Hide and Seek" 5 times straight and I can finally breathe again. Thanks Ginger, I should have sat down and listened to that a LONG time ago.  I really mean it, thanks. I have been a crappy friend and I'm sorry. I'll try and do better. And thanks for not lettin me slip away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont have much time to find anything deep or new, my commutes have been filled with phone calls and texts instead of Pandora's sweet, sweet musical nectar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So all I can do is say I'm sorry again. And give you something that I hope you dont already have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Try and overlook Mick's fantastically British dental work and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sbokzodrDM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sbokzodrDM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now turn it up... WAY up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPrPNpzLHIk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPrPNpzLHIk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And once more, I'm sorry, and thanks for being better friends to me than I have been to you.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4284027226409871154-4371577165550196450?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4371577165550196450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4371577165550196450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4371577165550196450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4371577165550196450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-how-im-feeling.html' title='This is How I&apos;m Feeling'/><author><name>Chops McGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15483936010794713088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKuQh7ZfR6o/SbSXpuSaioI/AAAAAAAABjg/lVRIxFfBf5I/S220/chops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-93522559034547729</id><published>2009-12-21T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:19:51.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost...One Creepy Irish Bartender</title><content type='html'>If anyone has seen this man, please return him immediately to Songs For the Semi Sane so that he can once again grace us with his wit and humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CipxikR1mYw/Sy_0KlHd09I/AAAAAAAAAIg/bnpBzIoOgwg/s1600-h/Nathan+and+Stacy%27s+Birthday+and+Houston+Trip+093B+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CipxikR1mYw/Sy_0KlHd09I/AAAAAAAAAIg/bnpBzIoOgwg/s320/Nathan+and+Stacy%27s+Birthday+and+Houston+Trip+093B+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417817339349291986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Ginger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-93522559034547729?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/93522559034547729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=93522559034547729&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/93522559034547729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/93522559034547729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2009/12/lostone-creep-irish-bartender.html' title='Lost...One Creepy Irish Bartender'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CipxikR1mYw/Sy_0KlHd09I/AAAAAAAAAIg/bnpBzIoOgwg/s72-c/Nathan+and+Stacy%27s+Birthday+and+Houston+Trip+093B+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-4215642885134186777</id><published>2009-12-21T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:46:55.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph, Better You Than Me- THe KilLeRs</title><content type='html'>I love this one. I know I say that about all of them, but I think that Joseph's role is often overlooked. It must have been a very difficult decision for him to make. I think that Joseph was obvisouly a great man, he believed Mary and supported her in what I think would have been an outwardly shameful situation. The judgements from the people around them would have been awful to deal with. As usual, Brandon can say anything and make it poetic and lovely. I think the compassion and thoughtfulness for Joseph in this song are great. Throw in Elton John and Neil Tennant, and how can you go wrong? &lt;br /&gt;Well, ya just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNZ-Taqa9T0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNZ-Taqa9T0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-4215642885134186777?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/4215642885134186777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=4215642885134186777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4215642885134186777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/4215642885134186777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2009/12/joseph-better-you-than-me-killers.html' title='Joseph, Better You Than Me- THe KilLeRs'/><author><name>Cleopatra Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10048677109763867889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPGvUcCly5U/SZxDSttq4nI/AAAAAAAAABw/84ayLxS_pwQ/S220/cleo.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-3975915793201793195</id><published>2009-12-19T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:54:11.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I'm feeling today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYIAfiVGluk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYIAfiVGluk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-3975915793201793195?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/3975915793201793195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=3975915793201793195&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3975915793201793195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/3975915793201793195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-how-im-feeling-today_19.html' title='This is how I&apos;m feeling today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284027226409871154.post-2524760056486412983</id><published>2009-12-17T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:11:13.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingers Pick of the Week...Ingrid Michaelson</title><content type='html'>I'm loving this song right now.  It's the old 'If you love something set it free' saying put to music.  I think we put up with a lot of crap in the name of love and it can be hurtful.  So, sometimes walking away or cutting ties can be very freeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People become selfish in relationships.  When they see that someone is willing to give and give with no thought for themselves, it becomes easy to take and give nothing in return.  So stop giving and being left unfulfilled.  Let them see what they'll be missing out on when you walk away.  And maybe...in the future...they'll come back.  And if not, you deserve better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid Michaelson...Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKU3UuJhIxU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKU3UuJhIxU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284027226409871154-2524760056486412983?l=songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/feeds/2524760056486412983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4284027226409871154&amp;postID=2524760056486412983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2524760056486412983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284027226409871154/posts/default/2524760056486412983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsforthesemisane.blogspot.com/2009/12/gingers-pick-of-weekingrid-michaelson.html' title='Gingers Pick of the Week...Ingrid Michaelson'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3anIQS-J8A/TwJOJ2gWF_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/sf8UP9I9XnE/s220/DSC00583.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
