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Xenogears soundtracks by Mitsuda.

 

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Blowing In The Wind By Bob Dylan


How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

 

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If I Fall by Amber Pacific

This is for the ones who believe their lives won't change
Hoping that someday things will mend and be the same
And this is for the ones who have lost it all
When all that's left to gain
Is a simple reminder that the things that we're blind to slip away

How can I say
Say I'll be okay

And if I fall through these days that go by without cause
Just a painful mistake has left me here on my own
And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on
Just a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on

Now that the line's been broken
I'm too afraid to just look back
The pages have left an empty space
You were all I had
Why does it have to be this way
These things they'll never change
Still I'm left with knowing, content and happy, this is all I need

And if I fall through these days that go by without cause
Just a painful mistake has left me here on my own
And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on
Just a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on

And if I fall through these days that go by without cause
Just a painful mistake has left me here on my own
And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on
Just a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on

 

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Amber Pacific opened for Floater last time I saw them. I actually skipped their set, though. The opener was a disaster, and A/P, up second, drove me out of the room to hide out in the Green Room Bar. One of our reputable local stations (KGRG 89.9 FM) is pushing A/P, though, so I probably need to give them another listen.

 

Civil War by GNR. I've never heard that song til this morning. I like it.

 

papa roach = scars:

"Scars"

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

[Chorus:]
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

[Chorus]

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever come around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

 

Stand by Sly and the Family Stoned


Stand!
In the end you'll still be you
One that's done all the things you set out to do
Stand!
There's a cross for you to bear
Things to go through if you're going anywhere

Stand!
For the things you know are right
It s the truth that the truth makes them so uptight
Stand!
All the things you want are real
You have you to complete and there is no deal

Stand. stand, stand!
(Everybody, yeah)
Stand. stand, stand!

Stand!
You've been sitting much too long
There's a permanent crease in your right and wrong
Stand!
There's a midget standing tall
And a giant beside him about to fall

Stand. stand, stand!
Stand. stand, stand!

Stand!
They will try to make you crawl
And they know what you're saying makes sense and all
Stand!
Don't you know that you are free
Well, at least in your mind if you want to be

Everybody
Stand, stand, stand!

 

Just hearing it. Awesome thanks

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Maybe I will be the first on page one hundred.

 

I suppose not.

 

But you never know what the next one might bring.

 

Life is chock-full of such tantalising mysteries.

 

Indeed, that may well be the veritable meaning of life.

 

If it 'tisn't, I'll eat my hat.

 

But, on second thought, hats are rather unhealthy for one.

 

So what shall I eat?

 

As no one else is offering suggestions, it appears I shall be forced to do so myself.

 

Perhaps a non-rubber soled shoe?

 

this day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

 

So I'm the winner: the first, in the five year life of this pathetic thread, to arrive on page 100.

In my CD Player is nothing, actually. I only use MP3s.