tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261342352024-03-12T13:39:12.755-10:00The Right BrainKalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-26742897026010162812008-10-29T20:11:00.002-10:002008-10-29T20:19:20.144-10:00Dido - White Flag<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/swf/l.swf?swf=http%3A//s.ytimg.com/yt/swf/cps-vfl62057.swf&video_id=6O8toXI8ez4&rel=1&showsearch=1&eurl=&iurl=http%3A//i3.ytimg.com/vi/6O8toXI8ez4/hqdefault.jpg&sk=fyGr4KwDW7ZYeGl9B86YLD4SVJbqpLYaC&use_get_video_info=1&load_modules=1&hqt=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/swf/l.swf?swf=http%3A//s.ytimg.com/yt/swf/cps-vfl62057.swf&video_id=6O8toXI8ez4&rel=1&showsearch=1&eurl=&iurl=http%3A//i3.ytimg.com/vi/6O8toXI8ez4/hqdefault.jpg&sk=fyGr4KwDW7ZYeGl9B86YLD4SVJbqpLYaC&use_get_video_info=1&load_modules=1&hqt=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-63766944316092322362007-07-04T21:09:00.000-10:002008-12-10T07:24:52.637-10:00Five For Fighting - The Riddle (You and I)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgNPGBp4Ygg&v3"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrBrwq2CKL1IecRl8ogOZXeCJvT99koVoXiKu0PdFrZL1DZy9KNM-vLFNixmz0CBujiTHtyVId73BoqaS8BT94mrlL9T1OSXL8QpCaYgoyG1unhMew3Hx2RvGi8figzB_nnsE_7g/s400/FiveForFightingTheRiddle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083606866738843346" border="0" /></a>YouTube it: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgNPGBp4Ygg&v3">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgNPGBp4Ygg&v3</a><br /><br />There was a man back in '95<br />Whose heart ran out of summers<br />But before he died, I asked him<br />Wait, what's the sense in life<br />Come over me, Come over me<br /><br />He said,<br /><br />"Son why you got to sing that tune<br />Catch a Dylan song or some eclipse of the moon<br />Let an angel swing and make you swoon<br />Then you will see... You will see."<br /><br />Then he said,<br /><br />"Here's a riddle for yah<br />Find the Answer<br />There's a reason for the world<br />You and I..."<br /><br />Picked up my kid from school today<br />Did you learn anything cause in the world today<br />You can't live in a castle far away<br />Now talk to me, come talk to me<br /><br />He said,<br /><br />"Dad I'm big but we're smaller than small<br />In the scheme of things, well we're nothing at all<br />Still every mother's child sings a lonely song<br />So play with me, come play with me"<br /><br />And Hey Dad<br />Here's a riddle for yah<br />Find the Answer<br />There's a reason for the world<br />You and I...<br /><br />I said,<br /><br />"Son for all I've told yah<br />When you get right down to the<br />Reason for the world...<br />Who am I?"<br /><br />There are secrets that we still have left to find<br />There have been mysteries from the beginning of time<br />There are answers we're not wise enough to see<br /><br />He said... You looking for a clue I Love You free...<br /><br />The batter swings and the summer flies<br />As I look into my angel's eyes<br />A song plays on while the moon is high over me<br />Something comes over me<br /><br />I guess we're big and I guess we're small<br />If you think about it man you know we got it all<br />Cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball<br />And I love you free<br />I love you freely<br /><br />Here's a riddle for yah<br />Find the Answer<br />There's a reason for the world<br />You and I...Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-28078874115461257012007-06-22T23:20:00.001-10:002007-06-22T23:20:52.683-10:00No One is to Blame - Howard Jones<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DZuEFbH1Yk"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DZuEFbH1Yk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-54090631016515554462007-06-16T23:30:00.000-10:002007-06-22T23:30:45.331-10:00Dance to Inspire, Inspire to Dance<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ALtIwy77RU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ALtIwy77RU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-9924296284240212862007-06-13T12:45:00.000-10:002007-06-13T12:46:26.028-10:00Lynn Hill - Katie Brown Climbing The Leaning TowerSomething a little different - Lynn Hill and Katie Brown climbing the Leaning Tower of Yosemites...<br><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmm9RZe3Pmc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmm9RZe3Pmc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-49573889010350544472007-05-23T14:21:00.000-10:002007-05-24T14:01:20.547-10:00World on Fire - Media that Matters<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6SkdyRcK9KM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6SkdyRcK9KM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>A social conscious video directed by London born Sophie Muller for Sarah McLachlan's song, "World On Fire." All but $15 of the $150,000 video cost was donated to charity groups around the world. Sarah McLachlan was born in Halifax, Nova Scotia and founded the Lilith Fair tour, an all female music festival, that raised over $7 million dollars for charities.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Source:</span> <a target="blank" href="http://www.mediathatmattersfest.org/5/world_on_fire/index.php?fs=about">Media that Matters</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">List of donation recipients:</span> <a target="blank" href="http://www.worldonfire.ca/">http://www.worldonfire.ca/</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Lightbox</span> - photos by Binti Pamoja (Daughters United in Swahili) Center, a reproductive health and women’s rights program for teenage girls in the Kibera slum of Nairobi Kenya: <a target="blank" href="http://www.bintipamoja.org/photos/index.htm">http://www.bintipamoja.org/photos/index.htm</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">How you can help:</span> <a target="blank" href="http://cfk.unc.edu/how-to-help.html">Carolina for Kibera</a><br /><br /><!--span style="font-weight:bold;">The face of Africa's poorest slum (a first hand account):</span> <a target="blank" href="http://tinyurl.com/2pdjmh">http://tinyurl.com/2pdjmh</a--><br /><br /><br />World On Fire<br /><br />The worlds on fire its more then I can handle<br />Ill tap into the water try and bring my share<br />Try to bring more, more then I can handle<br />Bring it to the table<br />Bring what I am able<br /><br />Hearts are worn in these dark ages<br />Youre not alone in these stories pages<br />The light has fallen amongst the living and the dying<br />And Ill try to hold it in<br />Yeah Ill try to hold it in<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />I watch the heavens but I find no calling<br />Something I can do to change whats coming<br />Stay close to me while the skys falling<br />I dont wanna be left alone dont wanna be alone<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Hearts break hearts mend love still hurts<br />Visions clash planes crash still theres talk of<br />saving souls still colds closing in on us<br /><br />We part the veil on our killer sun<br />Stray from the straight line on this short run<br />The more we take the less we become<br />The fortune of one man means less for some<br /><br />ChorusKalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-64997027346010367612007-05-20T16:45:00.000-10:002008-12-10T07:24:52.767-10:00Daybreak<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrcNLrkHVaA-sBKCr5kXxw7WUJ3tw-3afQ_Q3eYaJQ8hVvw1mQoX0iP78nvzAPtkDDAXktzVWBGmxdL8TVRxbRNmemYiKD7YYrIjcNuaCkYuvsTHQ7AdfegD1CmnwDcr9uTsjCg/s1600-h/daybreak.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrcNLrkHVaA-sBKCr5kXxw7WUJ3tw-3afQ_Q3eYaJQ8hVvw1mQoX0iP78nvzAPtkDDAXktzVWBGmxdL8TVRxbRNmemYiKD7YYrIjcNuaCkYuvsTHQ7AdfegD1CmnwDcr9uTsjCg/s400/daybreak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066097683531802098" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" >[ "Daybreak" Artwork by Maxfield Parrish ]</span></div><br>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-87128986300963170042007-05-19T16:39:00.000-10:002008-12-10T07:24:52.947-10:00Sleeping Beauty<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16K7QdU5goOhtecIGNH1N-yeWx0HYHeWIJuhOkd-wlgiM7wY8nGec8DmFjQodH2C7gV2HYPJjK8a2ZkNi_q6mdKVOjh3_BRK73N6O-VC7GvgoE3nybztW_wwpY6uAyYGgexHzOg/s1600-h/SleepingBeauty_MaxfieldParrish.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16K7QdU5goOhtecIGNH1N-yeWx0HYHeWIJuhOkd-wlgiM7wY8nGec8DmFjQodH2C7gV2HYPJjK8a2ZkNi_q6mdKVOjh3_BRK73N6O-VC7GvgoE3nybztW_wwpY6uAyYGgexHzOg/s400/SleepingBeauty_MaxfieldParrish.jpg" border="0" width="425" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067540075283719682" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" >[ "Sleeping Beauty" Artwork by Maxfield Parrish ]</span></div><br>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-39206229158386632532007-05-18T16:19:00.001-10:002008-12-10T07:24:53.144-10:00Straight from the Heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-EVEyAt4ssgrwfPINayHjLph3NYnE_zbs9f2FfZmLKybMYxDiwYpjLWTwEX2y_qFlUgw0I8ZJvY7O9UyPVjMKf0HizvPWbSUKpTb1MKWYKP8wQrWzNUT3sV1VaOyx_EiIkLnbg/s1600-h/Maxfieldparrish_Morning.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-EVEyAt4ssgrwfPINayHjLph3NYnE_zbs9f2FfZmLKybMYxDiwYpjLWTwEX2y_qFlUgw0I8ZJvY7O9UyPVjMKf0HizvPWbSUKpTb1MKWYKP8wQrWzNUT3sV1VaOyx_EiIkLnbg/s400/Maxfieldparrish_Morning.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066090910368376274" border="0" width="425"/></a><br />[ Click above image for larger view ]<br><br />Image on the left is an artwork by Maxfield Parrish<br />Image on the right is a photo I took yesterday evening that coincidentally resembles the left image.<br><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1navr5Mzvg8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1navr5Mzvg8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br />Bryan Adams - Straight from the Heart<br><br />I could start dreamin but it never ends<br />As long as youre gone we may as well pretend<br />Ive been dreamin<br />Straight from the heart<br /><br />You say its easy but whos to say<br />That wed be able to keep it this way<br />But its easier<br />Straight from the heart<br /><br />Give it to me straight from the heart<br />Tell me we can make another start<br />You know Ill never go<br />As long as I know<br />Its comin straight from the heart<br /><br />Ill see you on the street some other time<br />And all our words would just fall out of line<br />I was dreamin<br />Straight from the heart<br /><br />Give it to me straight from the heart<br />Tell me we can make another start<br />You know Ill never go<br />As long as I know<br />Its coming straight from the heart<br /><br />Give it to me straight from the heart<br />Tell me we can make one more start<br />You know Ill never go<br />As long as I know<br />Its coming straight from the heartKalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-25785129285514650062007-05-16T17:05:00.000-10:002007-05-23T17:07:56.118-10:00Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado & Timbaland<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIM4DCn7AlE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIM4DCn7AlE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-91183450808350252922007-05-15T16:24:00.000-10:002007-05-23T16:24:50.017-10:00This is why I'm Hot - MMS<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVckVtf-7Lk"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVckVtf-7Lk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-50141927608238478452007-05-12T16:19:00.000-10:002007-05-23T16:20:35.754-10:00Last Night - P. Diddy Keyshia Cole<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pvrDM3CFBIw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pvrDM3CFBIw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-40749538254006747392007-05-10T14:35:00.000-10:002007-05-10T14:36:18.898-10:00Underwater Love<a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIYoorXGITE"></a><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIYoorXGITE"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIYoorXGITE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br />Thanks to Ice Molly!!!!Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-15383523238441042092007-04-13T17:19:00.000-10:002007-04-13T18:04:59.792-10:00Colours like no other!B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L-!-!-! Featuring Jose Gonzalez singing Heartbeats =D<br /><a href="http://www.bravia-advert.com/balls/">Sony Bravia Commercial - Filmed in San Francisco using 25,000 bouncing balls</a><br /><a href="http://www.bravia-advert.com/commercial/braviamakingofhighqt.html">Behind the scenes of the shoot</a><br /><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB32Qu2OrnU"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB32Qu2OrnU"></a><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB32Qu2OrnU"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB32Qu2OrnU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-66824640315179544362007-03-18T22:07:00.000-10:002007-05-11T11:19:20.710-10:00Fergie - Fergalicious<div align="center">PRESS PLAY<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/02BO0Q-riSQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/02BO0Q-riSQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /></div>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-3504462699644246052007-03-18T22:00:00.000-10:002007-05-11T11:22:27.083-10:00Blue October - Hate me<div align="center">PRESS PLAY<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxvzgQPF1vU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxvzgQPF1vU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><br />Hate Me<br /><br />[message on voicemail:] Hi Justin! This is your mother. It is 2:33 on Monday afternoon. I was just calling to see how you were doing. You sounded really uptight last night, it made me a little nervous, and a little, well it made me nervous, but it sounded like you were nervous too. I just want to make sure you are really okay and wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication too. You know I love ya and take care honey. I know you're under a lot of pressure. See ya. Bye Bye!<br /><br />I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head<br />They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed<br />Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone<br />Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home<br />There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain<br />An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?<br />And will you never say that you loved me just to put it in my face?<br />And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space<br /><br />Hate me today<br />Hate me tomorrow<br />Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you<br /><br />Hate me in ways<br />Yeah ways hard to swallow<br />Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you<br /><br />I’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with<br />The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again<br />In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night<br />While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight<br />You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate<br />You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take<br />So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind<br />And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind<br /><br />Hate me today<br />Hate me tomorrow<br />Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you<br /><br />Hate me in ways<br />Yeah ways hard to swallow<br />Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you<br /><br />And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave<br />Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made<br />And like a baby boy I never was a man<br />Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand<br />And then I fell down yelling “Make it go away!”<br />Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be<br />And then she whispered “How can you do this to me?”<br /><br />Hate me today<br />Hate me tomorrow<br />Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you<br /><br />Hate me in ways<br />Yeah ways hard to swallow<br />Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you<br />For you<br />For you<br />For youKalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-1167025852621206342006-12-24T19:49:00.000-10:002007-05-11T11:25:53.133-10:00Blue October - Into The Ocean<div align="center"><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8t_gSGklciM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8t_gSGklciM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br />"Into The Ocean"<br /><br />I'm just a normal boy<br />That sank when I fell overboard<br />My ship would leave the country<br />But I'd rather swim ashore<br /><br />Without a life vest I'd be stuck again<br />Wish I was much more masculine<br />Maybe then I could learn to swim<br />Like 'fourteen miles away'<br /><br />Now floating up and down<br />I spin, colliding into sound<br />Like whales beneath me diving down<br />I'm sinking to the bottom of my<br />Everything that freaks me out<br />The lighthouse beam has just run out<br />I'm cold as cold as cold can be<br />be<br /><br />I want to swim away but don't know how<br />Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean<br />Let the waves up take me down<br />Let the hurricane set in motion... yeah<br />Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down<br />Let the rain come down<br /><br />Where is the coastguard<br />I keep looking each direction<br />For a spotlight, give me something<br />I need something for protection<br />Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine<br />the jetsam sunk, I'm left behind<br />I'm treading for my life believe me<br />(How can I keep up this breathing)<br /><br />Not knowing how to think<br />I scream aloud, begin to sink<br />My legs and arms are broken down<br />With envy for the solid ground<br />I'm reaching for the life within me<br />How can one man stop his ending<br />I thought of just your face<br />Relaxed, and floated into space<br /><br />I want to swim away but don't know how<br />Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean<br />Let the waves up take me down<br />Let the hurricane set in motion... yeah<br />Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down<br />Let the rain come down<br />Let the rain come down<br /><br />Now waking to the sun<br />I calculate what I had done<br />Like jumping from the bow (yeah)<br />Just to prove I knew how (yeah)<br />It's midnight's late reminder of<br />The loss of her, the one I love<br />My will to quickly end it all<br />Set front row in my need to fall<br /><br />Into the ocean, end it all<br />Into the ocean, end it all<br />Into the ocean, end it all<br />into the ocean...end it all<br /><br />[Zayra]<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br /><br />I want to swim away but don't know how<br />Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean<br />Let the waves up take me down<br />Let the hurricane set in motion (yeah)<br />Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down<br />Let the rain come down<br />Let the rain come down<br /><br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />(In to space)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />(I thought of just your face)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br />Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)<br /><br />Thanks to Jaime (himebalu15@hotmail.com) for these lyrics!<br /></div>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-1162554449217280942006-11-03T01:44:00.000-10:002007-05-11T11:27:39.745-10:00Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars<div align="center"><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxXwIIBlSgw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxXwIIBlSgw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></div><br /><br />We’ll do it all<br />Everything<br />On our own<br /><br />We don’t need<br />Anything<br />Or anyone<br /><br />If I lay here<br />If I just lay here<br />Would you lie with me and just forget the world?<br /><br />I don’t quite know<br />How to say<br />How I feel<br /><br />Those three words<br />Are said too much<br />They’re not enough<br /><br />If I lie here<br />If I just lay here<br />Would you lie with me and just forget the world?<br /><br />Forget what we’re told<br />Before we get too old<br />To show me a garden that’s bursting into life<br /><br />Let’s waste time<br />Chasing cars<br />Around our heads<br /><br />I need your grace<br />To remind me<br />To find my own<br /><br />If I lay here<br />If I just lay here<br />Would you lay with me and just forget the world?<br /><br />Forget what we’re told<br />Before we get too old<br />To show me a garden that’s bursting into life<br /><br />All that I am<br />All that I ever was<br />Is here in your perfect eyes, They’re all I can see<br /><br />I don’t know where<br />Confused about how as well<br />Just know that these things will never change for us at all<br /><br />If I lay here<br />If I just lay here<br />Would you lay with me and just forget the world?Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-1155722882429684812006-08-16T00:06:00.000-10:002007-07-27T11:09:39.672-10:00Wicked Game<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4lAwG2x6iTw"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4lAwG2x6iTw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-1155646025692108282006-08-15T02:46:00.000-10:002007-05-11T11:28:27.953-10:00Buttons - Pussycat Dolls<div align="center"><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nni0zzCbVag"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nni0zzCbVag" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /></div>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-1155119133936666002006-08-09T00:24:00.000-10:002007-05-11T11:29:11.999-10:00Would ya dance with me? Sway - Pussycat Dolls!<div align="center"><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFPvKGL69kE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFPvKGL69kE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /></div>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-1148985740539475202006-05-30T00:40:00.000-10:002007-05-11T11:31:02.590-10:00Rihanna Pon De Replay<div id="lyrics" style="width:400;text-align:center;background-color:black"> <object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jFBmHwA3hY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jFBmHwA3hY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></div>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-1148198704896537472006-05-20T22:02:00.000-10:002006-05-21T00:49:03.300-10:00Know this artist's name?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/767/2544/1600/anon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/767/2544/1600/anon.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="400" /></a>Please email me if you know the name of this artist :)Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-1146627423073027542006-05-02T17:36:00.000-10:002007-05-11T11:32:19.763-10:00Bad Day Video - Daniel Powter<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/767/2544/1600/DanielPowter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/767/2544/400/DanielPowter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">[ Press <b>"play"</b> button to view music video ]</span><br /></div><div align="center"><a class='hov' style='display:block;width:300px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/d/daniel_powter/bad_day.html" target='_blank'>BAD DAY (Daniel Powter)<p><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIcFgl6zf3A"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIcFgl6zf3A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></a></p><p></p><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" >Where is the moment we needed the most<br />You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost<br />They tell me your blue skies fade to grey<br />They tell me your passion's gone away<br />And I don't need no carryin' on<br /><br />You stand in the line just to hit a new low<br />You're faking a smile with the coffee to go<br />You tell me your life's been way off line<br />You're falling to pieces everytime<br />And I don't need no carryin' on<br /><br />Cause you had a bad day<br />You're taking one down<br />You sing a sad song just to turn it around<br />You say you don't know<br />You tell me don't lie<br />You work at a smile and you go for a ride<br />You had a bad day<br />The camera don't lie<br />You're coming back down and you really don't mind<br />You had a bad day<br />You had a bad day<br /><br />Well you need a blue sky holiday<br />The point is they laugh at what you say<br />And I don't need no carryin' on<br /><br />You had a bad day<br />You're taking one down<br />You sing a sad song just to turn it around<br />You say you don't know<br />You tell me don't lie<br />You work at a smile and you go for a ride<br />You had a bad day<br />The camera don't lie<br />You're coming back down and you really don't mind<br />You had a bad day<br /><br />(Oh.. Holiday..)<br /><br />Sometimes the system goes on the blink<br />And the whole thing turns out wrong<br />You might not make it back and you know<br />That you could be well oh that strong<br />And I'm not wrong<br /><br />So where is the passion when you need it the most<br />Oh you and I<br />You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost<br /><br />Cause you had a bad day<br />You're taking one down<br />You sing a sad song just to turn it around<br />You say you don't know<br />You tell me don't lie<br />You work at a smile and you go for a ride<br />You had a bad day<br />You've seen what you like<br />And how does it feel for one more time<br />You had a bad day<br />You had a bad day<br /><br />Had a bad day<br />Had a bad day<br />Had a bad day<br />Had a bad day<br />Had a bad day</span></div>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26134235.post-1146395857838316992006-04-30T01:10:00.000-10:002006-05-20T22:08:49.083-10:00A Cherubs Tale<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/767/2544/1600/cherubs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/767/2544/1600/cherubs.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="400" /></a>I wish I knew who the artist is that painted the above painting, just so I can give appropriate credit for the fine artwork. If anyone knows, please email me - I'll reward you kindly! I've always been intrigued by Edgar Allan Poe, as a person and as a writer, so here is one of his poems...<br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">~ Israfel ~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">In Heaven a spirit doth dwell</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">"Whose heart-strings are a lute";</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">None sing so wildly well</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">As the angel Israfel,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">And the giddy stars (so legends tell),</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Of his voice, all mute.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Tottering above</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">In her highest noon,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">The enamored moon</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Blushes with love,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">While, to listen, the red levin</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">(With the rapid Pleiads, even,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Which were seven,)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Pauses in Heaven.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">And they say (the starry choir</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">And the other listening things)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">That Israfeli's fire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Is owing to that lyre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">By which he sits and sings-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">The trembling living wire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Of those unusual strings.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">But the skies that angel trod,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Where deep thoughts are a duty-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Where Love's a grown-up God-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Where the Houri glances are</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Imbued with all the beauty</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Which we worship in a star.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Therefore thou art not wrong,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Israfeli, who despisest</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">An unimpassioned song;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">To thee the laurels belong,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Best bard, because the wisest!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Merrily live, and long!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">The ecstasies above</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">With thy burning measures suit-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">With the fervor of thy lute-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Well may the stars be mute!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Yes, Heaven is thine; but this</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Is a world of sweets and sours;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Our flowers are merely- flowers,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">And the shadow of thy perfect bliss</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Is the sunshine of ours.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">If I could dwell</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Where Israfel</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Hath dwelt, and he where I,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">He might not sing so wildly well</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">A mortal melody,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> While a bolder note than this might swell</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> From my lyre within the sky.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">- Edgar Allan Poe</span><br /></div>Kalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08577931145228477654noreply@blogger.com3