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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:03 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:20 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:48 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:55 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 12:00 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 1:04 pm
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Barbara Kessler - "Dreaming My Way Home" From Rogue Galaxy.
There is a place I’m longing for tonight, A place I love so far, far away. There lives in my heart a treasure buried deep inside, And I’ll keep wondering until I find it again someday.
Somewhere the flowers are in bloom, A candle burning in a room. There is comfort in the darkest night, Even if there is no star in sight.
Every time I close my eyes it’s all I see, I am haunted by a timeless memory. And no matter what I do or where I roam, I will still be dreaming my way home.
Time froze but I kept moving on, All I have loved, all I have known. I turned around and in a moment it was gone, Still I believe I’m never far from home.
Somewhere the flowers are in bloom, I can almost smell their perfume. Somewhere a candle, still burning bright, Even if there is no star in sight.
Every time I close my eyes it’s all I see, I am haunted by a timeless memory. And no matter what I do or where I roam, I will still be dreaming my way home.
You'd have to play the game and watch the scene to get the full impact, but I've linked to the song, itself. 'Tis beautiful.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:31 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 3:28 pm
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"Black Mamba" - The Academy Is...
We've got one chance to break out And we need it now 'Cause I'm sick and tired of waiting Sick of this f*cking apartment
Love me or leave me or rip me apart This is the voice that i was given and If you don't like it take a long walk Off of the shortest pier you can find And I'll be singing it out I'll be singing...
Oh, Mr. Magazine I never wrote one single thing for you Or your so-called music scene You don't mean a thing to me
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted Pick it up, pick it up, you need it too Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted Pick it up, pick it up
When they review the debut What if the critics hate you Don't worry cause they Might just catch somebody off their feet
Well they can love it or leave it or rip it apart We're living what we're singing So I guess that's a step in the right direction Clever composition and the honesty, honesty
Oh, Mr. Magazine I never wrote one single thing for you Or your so-called music scene You both mean sh*t to me
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted Pick it up, pick it up, you need it too Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted Pick it up, pick it up
So save your breath and the money you spent Go work in retail and spare the suspense Just don't take chances on anything at all Anything at all
So afraid of anything that may not come that easy Too afraid of anything you may not have seen before So afraid of anything that may not come that easy Too afraid of anything that may not...
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted Pick it up, pick it up, you need it too Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted Pick it up, pick it up
So save your breath and the money you spent Go work in retail and spare the suspense Just don't take chances on anything at all Anything at all
So save your breath and the money you spent Go work in retail and spare the suspense Just don't take chances on anything at all Anything at all
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 6:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 3:11 pm
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