<?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-4578853365102483095</id><updated>2012-01-25T18:38:12.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Todd</title><subtitle type='html'>I make me giggle sometimes. The end.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6331479432955781003</id><published>2012-01-25T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T18:38:12.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistent Fuck</title><content type='html'>I just want to fuck you over&lt;br /&gt;leave you high and dry&lt;br /&gt;starving for breath&lt;br /&gt;with this arrow int your chest&lt;br /&gt;to give our love a new meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your way with me&lt;br /&gt;and watch me disappear&lt;br /&gt;before the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back by ten&lt;br /&gt;and we'll do it all again&lt;br /&gt;because I can't live without your touch&lt;br /&gt;and I could really do with a consistent fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6331479432955781003?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6331479432955781003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2012/01/consistent-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6331479432955781003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6331479432955781003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2012/01/consistent-fuck.html' title='Consistent Fuck'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8782543761786226104</id><published>2012-01-24T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:18:36.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream for Me</title><content type='html'>What's it gonna take for you to scream my name&lt;br /&gt;I will steal you away&lt;br /&gt;Change everything and live exactly how we're meant to&lt;br /&gt;alone forever&lt;br /&gt;because I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I'll do anything to get you, to keep you&lt;br /&gt;from all of this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8782543761786226104?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8782543761786226104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2012/01/scream-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8782543761786226104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8782543761786226104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2012/01/scream-for-me.html' title='Scream for Me'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-846116786084300506</id><published>2012-01-23T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:17:43.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ended</title><content type='html'>I bit the bullet, struck the match&lt;br /&gt;thinking this was our last dance&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what it means&lt;br /&gt;to be together anymore&lt;br /&gt;and I can't see past the rose tinted glasses&lt;br /&gt;shattered on the floor&lt;br /&gt;but it's fine&lt;br /&gt;we never really had our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in hypotheticals&lt;br /&gt;in the fiction of each story&lt;br /&gt;past the book's last page&lt;br /&gt;past the author's last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know what it means&lt;br /&gt;to be in love anymore&lt;br /&gt;I can't get past your glassy expressions&lt;br /&gt;once you'd left this world behind&lt;br /&gt;and given up on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-846116786084300506?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/846116786084300506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2012/01/ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/846116786084300506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/846116786084300506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2012/01/ended.html' title='Ended'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3678009690433418288</id><published>2012-01-23T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:49:17.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never See You</title><content type='html'>I've got this crazy fetish&lt;br /&gt;for sexy schizophrenics&lt;br /&gt;I want you to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;Like they speak to you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and we could hide in your white padded room&lt;br /&gt;so no one could know no one could hear&lt;br /&gt;as we paint the walls with sound&lt;br /&gt;you bring the blues and I'll scream the reds&lt;br /&gt;until it's covered with our evidence&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At night when I close my eyes you are here &lt;br /&gt;and I never want to leave&lt;br /&gt;So I've taken to blindfolds and cheating&lt;br /&gt;I've got you handcuffed up there&lt;br /&gt;you can't escape you can't escape&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I never see you&lt;br /&gt;I never see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3678009690433418288?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3678009690433418288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-never-see-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3678009690433418288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3678009690433418288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-never-see-you.html' title='I Never See You'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6178099845490898911</id><published>2011-12-12T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:46:14.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaming Down from Satellites</title><content type='html'>Streaming down from satellites&lt;br /&gt;I'm tracking where you are tonight&lt;br /&gt;following your every move&lt;br /&gt;to ensure you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And my hearts in a craze and there are lumps in my throat&lt;br /&gt;I can barely breathe now that this feeling's taken hold&lt;br /&gt;Its persistence is astounding drowning out every other thought&lt;br /&gt;bouncing around my brain&lt;br /&gt;but I know that I can't say anything so it just needs to fade&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want you to hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't do this anymore&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;by now you're a figment that pervades my dreams&lt;br /&gt;despite my best wishes you're always there&lt;br /&gt;compensating for what I can't have&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all have dreams but they say it's best to give up on these&lt;br /&gt;but it's so damn hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6178099845490898911?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6178099845490898911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/12/streaming-down-from-satellites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6178099845490898911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6178099845490898911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/12/streaming-down-from-satellites.html' title='Streaming Down from Satellites'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-4524074554623105483</id><published>2011-12-05T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:47:37.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London Fire</title><content type='html'>I would follow the train tracks until they intersect&lt;br /&gt;but every time we meet it always ends in my death&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't live with me&lt;br /&gt;and since; I've learned of regret&lt;br /&gt;all the bullshit we've fostered&lt;br /&gt;by dealing with each other&lt;br /&gt;it's all that I've got left&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought love was something we all had yet you even stole that&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;just because I hate you doesn't mean I don't want you&lt;br /&gt;We'll turn this town into London circa 1666&lt;br /&gt;and watch as the wind takes our creation places we could never imagine&lt;br /&gt;without the Thames to keep it in&lt;br /&gt;now that destruction is the only form of artistry I've got left&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought love was something you'd given me but just as easily&lt;br /&gt;you took it away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-4524074554623105483?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/4524074554623105483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/12/london-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4524074554623105483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4524074554623105483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/12/london-fire.html' title='London Fire'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8276006114486289538</id><published>2011-11-23T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:50:26.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>this rate I'm relying on evolution to hold off my execution.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I didn't think of breathing. I didn't think of breathing but at least the poison didn't take.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think of breathing. I didn't think of breathing so I'm dying anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What am I saying, Am I always like this just after waking?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I need to tell you something. I need to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god you didn't answer your phone. It's not like I wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How crazy you make me, how crazy you make me.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think of breathing, I didn't think of breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8276006114486289538?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8276006114486289538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8276006114486289538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8276006114486289538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-558100994863359348</id><published>2011-11-08T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:34:43.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You wrapped yourself in mirrors&lt;br /&gt;You wrapped yourself in mirrors.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the bathroom wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;for your features to be exposed&lt;br /&gt;to the only one of import &lt;br /&gt;to the fucking princess of the world&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you try to transform your passionless existence&lt;br /&gt;by drowning in your lipstick&lt;br /&gt;feverish you sheathe it like a sword&lt;br /&gt;like you're a heroin of a cause&lt;br /&gt;but it's just another form of heroine&lt;br /&gt;kept just outside your jaws&lt;br /&gt;you realise it's a vapid form of self-expression&lt;br /&gt;but you do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;because how else can you say&lt;br /&gt;"I could be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;with my blank canvas&lt;br /&gt;paint me every shade of grey&lt;br /&gt;paint me every shade of grey"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-558100994863359348?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/558100994863359348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/canvas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/558100994863359348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/558100994863359348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/canvas.html' title='Canvas'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-1753089306975451191</id><published>2011-11-06T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:55:00.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church (Join Our Community)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Let the monotony of the mirror wash over you&lt;br /&gt;and fog it up with steam&lt;br /&gt;drop that existentialism and come with me&lt;br /&gt;in one noxious stroke, I'll kill every thought inside of you&lt;br /&gt;supplant my own idyllistic dreams&lt;br /&gt;lie to you, and steal your individuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just please ignore the man behind the curtain and the strings around your limbs&lt;br /&gt;in fact, just close your eyes let my shine through your lids&lt;br /&gt;as the only thing that's right&lt;br /&gt;Join our community!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take much, maybe a little money&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it! Give me everything you have&lt;br /&gt;and watch my bloated, bubbling, bursting heart grow&lt;br /&gt;It's from love&lt;br /&gt;but love has a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not coveting&lt;br /&gt;I'm demanding.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't wrong&lt;br /&gt;Because it's sharing&lt;br /&gt;...one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hah, I see your body twitch)&lt;br /&gt;It's perfectly natural for every part of you to try to escape this room&lt;br /&gt;because at first this seems perveser&lt;br /&gt;because you just haven't learned to leave your brain at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synchronous reactions from the automatons in the pews&lt;br /&gt;Everyone speaks on cue&lt;br /&gt;This is perfection.&lt;br /&gt;This is perfection.&lt;br /&gt;This is perfect bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;And you will believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I love religions and the discussion that goes along with it. The thought and thoughtfulness that stems from search. There is a definite holism to the world and it's stunningly beautiful. I, however, cannot stand what organizations do to destroy every potentially wonderful idea.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-1753089306975451191?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/1753089306975451191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/church-join-our-community.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1753089306975451191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1753089306975451191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/church-join-our-community.html' title='Church (Join Our Community)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-5492987035263065294</id><published>2011-10-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:54:39.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bury me with plastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Bury me with plastic&lt;br /&gt;everlasting&lt;br /&gt;tragically exposed&lt;br /&gt;incinerate me and hide the ashes&lt;br /&gt;let no one know&lt;br /&gt;or let the  bugs chew through my bones&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Is death not on the menu&lt;br /&gt;but I’ve even got a venue&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere fitting for my resting.&lt;br /&gt;sitting just off the edge of the world&lt;br /&gt;shining lights from the cities&lt;br /&gt;singing with hues of beauty&lt;br /&gt;for us to ignore&lt;br /&gt;but there&lt;br /&gt;it populates the skies&lt;br /&gt;treating everything with &lt;br /&gt;the overwheming desire to exist&lt;br /&gt;If I were to die&lt;br /&gt;there’d be no better place than this &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-5492987035263065294?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/5492987035263065294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/bury-me-with-plastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5492987035263065294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5492987035263065294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/bury-me-with-plastic.html' title='Bury me with plastic'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8010836211168222146</id><published>2011-10-17T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:54:02.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Dripping columns growing downward reaching out for the unknown&lt;br /&gt;terrorizing the eyes within my mind, closing in&lt;br /&gt;the months are scales they choose to climb one by one&lt;br /&gt;to design a bed of knives in the skies&lt;br /&gt;mesmerized , I become enclosed in time&lt;br /&gt;but somehow they're mine;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't stand to see them go&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Below I see them mirrored&lt;br /&gt;as if above&lt;br /&gt;was not enough they flow down river&lt;br /&gt;repeated in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;cities distant, in an instant, shadowed by my towers&lt;br /&gt;in their presence, I'm diminished&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8010836211168222146?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8010836211168222146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/neophobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8010836211168222146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8010836211168222146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/neophobia.html' title='Neophobia'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-4695877690431771679</id><published>2011-10-17T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:54:19.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tendency</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Dreams, I haven't found any yet&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they're real for anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Goal, can go off and kill themselves&lt;br /&gt;all they given me is regret&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Reasoning with our own deception&lt;br /&gt;I'll find "success" if I want it bad enough; What?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you realize how insane that sounds&lt;br /&gt;get your head out of the clouds&lt;br /&gt;it's not realistic to be so optimistic&lt;br /&gt;I can't take your sunny disposition&lt;br /&gt;when It's so easy looking back&lt;br /&gt;finding failures to list, far to thick it's sick&lt;br /&gt;the crushing rubble in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;knowing I'll never be what I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;How could I smile, How could I laugh&lt;br /&gt;When I'll always know what's in my past&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-4695877690431771679?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/4695877690431771679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/tendency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4695877690431771679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4695877690431771679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/tendency.html' title='Tendency'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8008055629674438059</id><published>2011-10-08T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:53:47.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Tell me everything that's wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth obscured by my well-reasoned fallacies&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say it&lt;br /&gt;because I can't trust my own senses anymore&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your eyes for just a minute&lt;br /&gt;Give me the thoughts that you conceal&lt;br /&gt;While I dance round the reality&lt;br /&gt;that I refuse to feel&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing that's real&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I construct these patterns&lt;br /&gt;to orbit every situation&lt;br /&gt;to allow my own deviations&lt;br /&gt;some room.&lt;br /&gt;I can watch them all come true&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So while I'm watching our joints twist&lt;br /&gt;You must accept the holes I missed&lt;br /&gt;tangled in a knot, locked and lost&lt;br /&gt;but fine exactly how we are&lt;br /&gt;this is how it should be&lt;br /&gt;and this is all I see&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8008055629674438059?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8008055629674438059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/tell-me-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8008055629674438059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8008055629674438059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/tell-me-everything.html' title='Tell me everything'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8957778284385377412</id><published>2011-10-03T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:53:20.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;what are you thinking&lt;br /&gt;you're out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;please see reason&lt;br /&gt;she wouldn't give you the time&lt;br /&gt;pick up on the indecision&lt;br /&gt;give up all these hallucinations&lt;br /&gt;she's not a drug&lt;br /&gt;but she could be&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that you're an addict&lt;br /&gt;affluent to your misdeeds&lt;br /&gt;succumb to all the dreams&lt;br /&gt;to make what you feel real&lt;br /&gt;it isn't working&lt;br /&gt;The more that you invent&lt;br /&gt;the more you descend&lt;br /&gt;digging deeper and deeper&lt;br /&gt;until you finally realise&lt;br /&gt;when look into the skies&lt;br /&gt;and wonder:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Was it always this dark&lt;br /&gt;There are shadows&lt;br /&gt;where there were meadows&lt;br /&gt;things are creeping&lt;br /&gt;seeping out of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and I am terrified&lt;br /&gt;what was I thinking&lt;br /&gt;this happens every time&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8957778284385377412?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8957778284385377412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/stop-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8957778284385377412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8957778284385377412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/stop-thinking.html' title='Stop Thinking'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7319024940291327050</id><published>2011-10-02T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:53:34.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;My heart is beating at the inside of my chest&lt;br /&gt;It knows what's best It knows what's best&lt;br /&gt;It wants to leave,  I guess it thinks it would be better on its own&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's right&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and now my legs begin to shake from all this blood now in their veins&lt;br /&gt;They want to run&lt;br /&gt;They want to run&lt;br /&gt;But they don't realise just how far away you are&lt;br /&gt;They want to run They want to run&lt;br /&gt;as words are ripped from my tongue&lt;br /&gt;into truth found in stuttered prose&lt;br /&gt;that I stumble through And you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;Those words were meant for you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm too afraid you'll take them to heart&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid you'll finally understand:&lt;br /&gt;there are nights that I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;because I know that in my dreams I will see&lt;br /&gt;what I can't have&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could take another day awake&lt;br /&gt;if I am forced to put on this face and pretend&lt;br /&gt;but somehow I do it, again and again&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7319024940291327050?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/7319024940291327050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7319024940291327050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7319024940291327050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-1782003031094857984</id><published>2011-09-25T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:51:58.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Interested in Being Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Stop asking if he loves you back&lt;br /&gt;if he felt like me you wouldn't have to ask&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pale walls I built into my stare&lt;br /&gt;you would see if you actually cared.&lt;br /&gt;I'd pressed against my lips an astounding silence&lt;br /&gt;uncharacteristic of a man drunk in your presence&lt;br /&gt;but it's fear that motivates this&lt;br /&gt;you're drop dead gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;and I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;I can't get out my words not that I could find any anyway&lt;br /&gt;wait! where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Please stay,&lt;br /&gt;I need your gaze&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, those eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm drowning&lt;br /&gt;and I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;and I don't mind&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-1782003031094857984?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/1782003031094857984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-interested-in-being-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1782003031094857984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1782003031094857984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-interested-in-being-friends.html' title='Not Interested in Being Friends'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-551597756047312364</id><published>2011-09-22T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:51:42.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In my dreams I'm dying all the time&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm suffocating in each memory I hide&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my mind is supposed to treat me right&lt;br /&gt;but I'm so terrified of what I'll do tonight&lt;br /&gt;when I close my eyes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-551597756047312364?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/551597756047312364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/551597756047312364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/551597756047312364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-1280466146444748965</id><published>2011-09-20T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:51:27.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I hope you second guess every one of your decisions&lt;br /&gt;Questioning your motives, recognizing your dissension&lt;br /&gt;I hope you give up on yourself like you gave up on me&lt;br /&gt;Be forced to listen to the happiness seeping from your body&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I'm a little angry?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could pull those days from my mind&lt;br /&gt;let them sink into this sea of mine and die&lt;br /&gt;Because it seems that I&lt;br /&gt;can still draw your face from memory haunting the scenery in the back of every dream&lt;br /&gt;stalking my periphery&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't bother stealing glances&lt;br /&gt;but it's all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;to contrast the innocence&lt;br /&gt;I had before you went&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I'm a little sad?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just want to fuck you&lt;br /&gt;or fuck off&lt;br /&gt;depending on the day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-1280466146444748965?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/1280466146444748965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1280466146444748965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1280466146444748965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2167035654332874986</id><published>2011-09-12T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:46:56.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labyrinth</title><content type='html'>Pressed against each cell wall, the sickening feeling of complacency overwhelms even the most mindless of nuclei. The flow seems controlled as if by some ultimate design that fell short of an ultimate purpose. Blueprints without words, a labyrinth is formed; but the problem with this labyrinth isn't getting lost. Each turn leads to an exit. There is always an end. Always the same end. Stark and unappealing, deceiving us into understanding.&lt;br /&gt;A boy fights to enter the maze. He doesn't choose this fight characterized by the sudden surge of gas inflating the organs beneath his chest. Alive: He begins to sing as a crowd gathers but his tears mix with the atmosphere of his old world as it falls to the floor. It's stolen, but by who? He fought for this. This was His reward.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Years pass by beyond his perception. He masters speech, learns of fate, of choices and the effects of such mistakes. Each guides him further in. So many turns without meaningful direction until he finds himself staring blankly through a frost covered windshield. A realization surges past every membrane. A straight line. This facade he fought so hard for can end with a straight line. But as this thought festers in his gut, it struggles against a charge unseen before. Something within resists every connection between that thought's existence and the decision for action.&lt;br /&gt;Six years the thought pushes from each corner of his meek form, silently prodding him closer and closer to the end, but still that resistance persists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2167035654332874986?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2167035654332874986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/labyrinth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2167035654332874986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2167035654332874986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/11/labyrinth.html' title='Labyrinth'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6898906422665669784</id><published>2011-09-07T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:02:05.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linked Lists</title><content type='html'>Insanity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-time-to-say-goodbye.html"&gt;It's Time to Say Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-you-hear.html"&gt;Can't You Hear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dreamt-of-past.html"&gt;I Dreamt of the Past&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/insanity.html"&gt;Insanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come when I'm less lazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6898906422665669784?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6898906422665669784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/09/linked-lists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6898906422665669784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6898906422665669784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/09/linked-lists.html' title='Linked Lists'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-5509166707518859293</id><published>2011-09-07T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:06:50.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>So, I have an unhealthy amount of pieces written about CMD (Crazy Man Disorder...lookitup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's Time to Say Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's talking to me? There's no one here&lt;br /&gt;If they all had to leave, why are you still near?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a face, a body to shake&lt;br /&gt;how do I get you to go? I don't need you around any more&lt;br /&gt;You're a fictitious, malicious villain living in my head&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any more, I want you dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make you happy? Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;You must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;A Psychopath if you'd ask me. But you never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispers of lies&lt;br /&gt;sever the contact&lt;br /&gt;between my conscious&lt;br /&gt;and my conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done what have I done what have we done?&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve you.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-5509166707518859293?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/5509166707518859293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-time-to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5509166707518859293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5509166707518859293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7316733753861091114</id><published>2011-09-05T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:46:59.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressed against my lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I have this memory of a story that never happened&lt;br /&gt;and I can't control these thoughts I'm having&lt;br /&gt;The shortness of breaths between misteps in my speech&lt;br /&gt;I think it's your presence that makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep coming back&lt;br /&gt;with my nervous reactions&lt;br /&gt;and my white boy dancing&lt;br /&gt;and every friend of yours that kept clouding my passion&lt;br /&gt;and trashing this state that I'm in&lt;br /&gt;and the sin I imagine, pressed behind my lips&lt;br /&gt;I wish this bliss exacted in my thought&lt;br /&gt;but left distraught and lost&lt;br /&gt;could be left in your trust&lt;br /&gt;Where I know it'd be put to use&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7316733753861091114?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-495995741643455661</id><published>2011-09-05T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:44:26.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Stuck inside a cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;with nothing but the arms of clocks&lt;br /&gt;weighing more with every tick&lt;br /&gt;and I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The vibrations from the truck&lt;br /&gt;pollute my ever-present breathing&lt;br /&gt;and I can hear the searing from a sun I've never found&lt;br /&gt;We just keep moving&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The sickness hits me like a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;and lingers like its aftermath&lt;br /&gt;While sundried afternoons kill the plants,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I laugh and laugh at every little image in my brain&lt;br /&gt;before I realise how much it makes me look insane&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, I swear I'm not&lt;br /&gt;It's just that no one sees the world&lt;br /&gt;we only breathe the air around us&lt;br /&gt;trapped inside our little cubes&lt;br /&gt;rely far too much on trust&lt;br /&gt;and faith that we know.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know&lt;br /&gt;We don't know anything at all&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-495995741643455661?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/495995741643455661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/09/late-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/495995741643455661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/495995741643455661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/09/late-night.html' title='Late Night'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3302411196823812558</id><published>2011-08-30T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:53:16.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summation</title><content type='html'>Pretty sure I had this at least partially completed before coming to Clemson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Should I channel my feelings&lt;br /&gt;into something real enough to bother being named&lt;br /&gt;let it take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;In a spiraling notebook on a shelf in my closet&lt;br /&gt;annotated in graphite is the shadow of my soul&lt;br /&gt;nihilistic but whole and its been insured&lt;br /&gt;but it's got nothing let to live for&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Glass projected films on the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;each and every dream is peeling&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just keep them away&lt;br /&gt;have them taped and chained&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A line of papers coat the floor&lt;br /&gt;melted in the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;the words worth writing &lt;br /&gt;were hidden in the ink&lt;br /&gt;So I crumble in the earth&lt;br /&gt;my fate secured with the dirt&lt;br /&gt;she wanted me a little early&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just too lonely without her&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3302411196823812558?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3302411196823812558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/08/summation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3302411196823812558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3302411196823812558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/08/summation.html' title='Summation'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6222573507198792540</id><published>2011-08-30T08:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:51:32.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnation of a Madman</title><content type='html'>Wrote this, err, last week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why can't my madness make any sense&lt;br /&gt;without the cents I paid for this recorder&lt;br /&gt;While the tragedy of being me&lt;br /&gt;lay lame in the distorted&lt;br /&gt;message to the man on the dark side of the moon fishing for answers&lt;br /&gt;we're fishing for answers&lt;br /&gt;and on the times we get a tug&lt;br /&gt;the questions have traveled on&lt;br /&gt;dulled by all the fuss&lt;br /&gt;and maybe we are too.&lt;br /&gt;Too clouded with the "Truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each moment dies with the birth of a new&lt;br /&gt;why don't we ever mourn the loss&lt;br /&gt;is it too fast to recognize?&lt;br /&gt;Instead the switch contains a bliss from the unknowingness within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is on the way&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't give a shit for us&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to stave it off&lt;br /&gt;but it still buries me in it's dust&lt;br /&gt;after I arise, broken but alive&lt;br /&gt;I am who I was&lt;br /&gt;But I've never been the same&lt;br /&gt;Why can't this madness make any sense&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel afraid&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6222573507198792540?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6222573507198792540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/08/reincarnation-of-madman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6222573507198792540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6222573507198792540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/08/reincarnation-of-madman.html' title='Reincarnation of a Madman'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-5202609738893641542</id><published>2011-08-30T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:50:15.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Post #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The notes the flow&lt;br /&gt;The presentation;&lt;br /&gt;It's all for show&lt;br /&gt;this lamentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't seem to see&lt;br /&gt;Truth can so be easy&lt;br /&gt;It is just too much to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not just growing apart&lt;br /&gt;The maze has closed off our start&lt;br /&gt;and you don't even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I throw down my last card&lt;br /&gt;And fold into shards&lt;br /&gt;of a relationship we shared&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-5202609738893641542?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/5202609738893641542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/08/belated-post-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5202609738893641542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5202609738893641542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/08/belated-post-3.html' title='Belated Post #3'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6011274712074425920</id><published>2011-08-30T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:48:31.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Post #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I can't wait for the time&lt;br /&gt;when I'm on your mind and it's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can take any more of this&lt;br /&gt;you're animosity is grinding every part of me&lt;br /&gt;and I just want to scream&lt;br /&gt;punch a hole in each wall&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we fight about things that don't matter&lt;br /&gt;and after fill our ears with laughter&lt;br /&gt;from the stupid things we said instead&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the makeup sex I've heard so much about&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I would fight this resistence I have to life with blood pumping cyanide but I've never had the balls.&lt;br /&gt;It's so much easier to ignore, let my heart grow numb and my mind get stale; turns out after these months, I really was that frail.&lt;br /&gt;So I froze the world with every inch of snow around me, leaving traces of my pacing thinking I'd have time for a future; but the arms wrapped around are chilling, ticking in my ears and I want it all to go away. But each flake that hits my face staves off another round of burning in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 15 years or 15 days I don't know I gave up on counting long ago.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6011274712074425920?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6011274712074425920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/08/belated-post-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6011274712074425920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6011274712074425920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/08/belated-post-2.html' title='Belated Post #2'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-4036532521038146403</id><published>2011-08-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:45:26.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Posts</title><content type='html'>I am going to post a backlog from last semester now followed by a few that were written recently. I'll keep them to one piece per post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;I just need to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Let the air flow from my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Push the words tangled on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak&lt;br /&gt;I just need to speak&lt;br /&gt;Let you know what I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I &lt;br /&gt;can think nothing more&lt;br /&gt;perfect and impure&lt;br /&gt;as you&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;br /&gt;want nothing less&lt;br /&gt;than to see you undress&lt;br /&gt;before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;This isn't lust&lt;br /&gt;okay it is but it is as just as the love inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist your kiss&lt;br /&gt;The feel of your lips&lt;br /&gt;the heat of your breath on my skin&lt;br /&gt;The scene becomes surreal the more real it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;I just need to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I can't allow this fever to take control&lt;br /&gt;But I look at the bruised and bitten body&lt;br /&gt;that lay before me&lt;br /&gt;only to realize the small genocide I've just committed&lt;br /&gt;yet I don't mind. In fact, I'd do it again and again for you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-4036532521038146403?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/4036532521038146403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/08/belated-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4036532521038146403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4036532521038146403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/08/belated-posts.html' title='Belated Posts'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-4136462298541818614</id><published>2011-05-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T19:59:26.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homely</title><content type='html'>I found this from 10 months ago...style. Mark needs more happy poetry dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's home in my heart that I made for you&lt;br /&gt;I put it in the hole where you ran me through&lt;br /&gt;And the poem inside is made from the words&lt;br /&gt;That I spoke but you never heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the door locked&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you would find the key&lt;br /&gt;But it seems you never looked&lt;br /&gt;And I think it time I leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burning candles I have been smothered&lt;br /&gt;The roses withered and paintings covered&lt;br /&gt;I let the dust grow around&lt;br /&gt;Every article of love I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures of you I tatered and frayed&lt;br /&gt;and threw away&lt;br /&gt;I never again want to see your face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-4136462298541818614?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/4136462298541818614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/05/homely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4136462298541818614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4136462298541818614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/05/homely.html' title='Homely'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-1200585639385449642</id><published>2011-05-02T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:17:34.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>Phosphorescent eyes&lt;br /&gt;leaving;&lt;br /&gt;Waves crashing upon lips&lt;br /&gt;wells and currents&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL FIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-1200585639385449642?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/1200585639385449642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/05/retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1200585639385449642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1200585639385449642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/05/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-46240738352219376</id><published>2011-05-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:16:46.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hung</title><content type='html'>I could fill the room with anger&lt;br /&gt;from my closets of regrets,&lt;br /&gt;but it still wouldn't be enough&lt;br /&gt;to outweigh my happy thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;yet there's no way for me to express&lt;br /&gt;the fears I cling to on each breath&lt;br /&gt;I watch leave my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather fitting that you&lt;br /&gt;hang up when you do&lt;br /&gt;I never have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I will undress my mind, bare it all.&lt;br /&gt;Let me hide behind these walls no longer&lt;br /&gt;and in their place&lt;br /&gt;Let me see the eyes that are so damn far away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-46240738352219376?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/46240738352219376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/05/hung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/46240738352219376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/46240738352219376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/05/hung.html' title='Hung'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-5277126646396326933</id><published>2011-05-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:11:12.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation Anxiety</title><content type='html'>So this love for me you had I hope it falls in another's lap&lt;br /&gt;after the three days it took to realise your mistake&lt;br /&gt;of 5 months less a few more&lt;br /&gt;and you want to make sure I'm okay?&lt;br /&gt;What's with this silly joke you play?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your freedoms, from my oppressive ways.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your new life, now that everything's changed.&lt;br /&gt;As for me I'll cling to this stage&lt;br /&gt;while the actors take their bows and leave.&lt;br /&gt;Here I'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I feel so hollow&lt;br /&gt;and the frogs in my throat ate the butterflies below;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy your time alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used Scotch tape to keep my dreams in place&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'd replace them for a while&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I am not where you want to be&lt;br /&gt;And it's not you, it isn't me&lt;br /&gt;And there's no misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;so don't worry like I do&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry like I do.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought everything would be okay&lt;br /&gt;But my love you escaped&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck trying to hold water between my palms&lt;br /&gt;working out where we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;But then I realise as I let the water touch my eyes&lt;br /&gt;that this is just how it goes&lt;br /&gt;People change or at least that's what they say&lt;br /&gt;I think all along, we're just hiding who we are&lt;br /&gt;from ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And we spend so much time finding what we lost&lt;br /&gt;But at what cost do we regain what was gone?&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is worth it. I hope this is what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Because darling you deserve it. Everything you've got.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I love you and it hurts to see you go.&lt;br /&gt;But I know it would hurt more to use any means to force you to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-5277126646396326933?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/5277126646396326933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/05/separation-anxiety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5277126646396326933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5277126646396326933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/05/separation-anxiety.html' title='Separation Anxiety'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2920048619330428010</id><published>2011-05-01T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:21:16.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huff and Puff</title><content type='html'>I drown the silence of this effervescent scene&lt;br /&gt;With the noise of someone's memories&lt;br /&gt;As I disguise my own reality&lt;br /&gt;With what they want from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walls of straws and sticks and bricks&lt;br /&gt;less than one inch thick&lt;br /&gt;hide away the deepest of my secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet with each of my breaths&lt;br /&gt;I lend you more of what's left&lt;br /&gt;Without doubt without fear&lt;br /&gt;I know I want you here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2920048619330428010?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2920048619330428010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/05/huff-and-puff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2920048619330428010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2920048619330428010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/05/huff-and-puff.html' title='Huff and Puff'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3661785748816024501</id><published>2011-03-14T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:21:12.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounded</title><content type='html'>Found this in a text document I don't recall creating. *Shrug* Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost clean, fell from the edge&lt;br /&gt;Gone now, nothing was left&lt;br /&gt;Notes rose, but only in ashes&lt;br /&gt;Hope dimmed, as time passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to react (how to react)&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to feel (how to feel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes opened, ready for the races&lt;br /&gt;Not motivated, can't stop pacing&lt;br /&gt;Mind flows, but without control&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts weighted down, I want to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to react (how to react)&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to feel (how to feel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your head into the clouds, boy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes real won't let you heal, boy&lt;br /&gt;Release every truth you've ever held&lt;br /&gt;Just to understand, how you've really felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back, relax, take your mind for a spin&lt;br /&gt;Let the tires roll as you dive within&lt;br /&gt;Push past the walls they can't divide&lt;br /&gt;the honesty, while you lookin inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to react (how to react)&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to feel (how to feel)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3661785748816024501?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3661785748816024501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/03/grounded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3661785748816024501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3661785748816024501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/03/grounded.html' title='Grounded'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3851543702303375435</id><published>2011-02-13T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:34:13.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something different</title><content type='html'>I have calculated the distance from here to the end of this conversation and I search for the accelerator before I lose what loose concentration I still cling because I don't care about your dissertation or the minute dissections in the fine line between the print and the line beneath. And I find that for one small payment 2.99, rubber covers up the noise. And I find that for one small payment of 2.99, I can cleanse my thoughts of you once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3851543702303375435?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3851543702303375435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/02/something-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3851543702303375435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3851543702303375435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/02/something-different.html' title='Something different'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7133924290361901077</id><published>2011-02-07T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:15:29.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicarious</title><content type='html'>I'm sure these will brighten your day.&lt;br /&gt;/sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;The lines separate the lyrics&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The thing I hate about these is they are dishonest through their permanence. When I wrote them, I suppose I meant them. However, they are temporal and yet the printed words cling on for dear life, rejecting their evanescence for some semblance of a immortality or some such bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vicarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parables and anecdotes&lt;br /&gt;are as close as I'll get to your feelings&lt;br /&gt;You are open about what you see and what you've done&lt;br /&gt;But not what you've become&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've been shunned by your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Locked out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's time&lt;br /&gt;for a little honesty&lt;br /&gt;Cause this secrecy is taking its toll&lt;br /&gt;on me&lt;br /&gt;I patiently await your story&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a problem with you&lt;br /&gt;In fact that couldn't be further from the truth&lt;br /&gt;just the things you expect from me&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I've stop trying cause I'm not sure I can&lt;br /&gt;take the way you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an immature child to&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things I should change for you&lt;br /&gt;I am wasting away&lt;br /&gt;I am wasting away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You want to shake me like I'm an etch-a-sketch&lt;br /&gt;you hope that maybe I'll be clear of this mess&lt;br /&gt;that you percieve in me&lt;br /&gt;that you percieve in me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will be able to start anew&lt;br /&gt;like I was never here&lt;br /&gt;these things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;become petty and forgotten&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wish you would just take over me&lt;br /&gt;I could live vicariously&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My mind is a mess&lt;br /&gt;of things I wish/ I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;of places I wish/ I didn't go&lt;br /&gt;And these memories infect my mind&lt;br /&gt;And my dreams from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was insane&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have half my brain&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't think straight&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't remember these things&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am a puppet without a master&lt;br /&gt;A loose cannon, in need of a brake&lt;br /&gt;If you could take the reins from me&lt;br /&gt;this rabid bull inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;So I can close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;just sit back, relax for the ride&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;would you take control of me&lt;br /&gt;so I can live vicariously&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7133924290361901077?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/7133924290361901077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/02/vicarious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7133924290361901077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7133924290361901077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/02/vicarious.html' title='Vicarious'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7702314429811519734</id><published>2011-02-06T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:31:01.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>I wrote this for Inesse. I thought maybe you'd like to read it to? I dunno. I don't ever write poetry so this is likely a one of thing, but whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm projecting my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;in terms no one can understand&lt;br /&gt;I am Right, I am Wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;Save me from your crass, from your callous&lt;br /&gt;from your victory charades&lt;br /&gt;Because honestly I don't give a damn what you say&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wait, that isn't what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Calm down take a seat and listen,&lt;br /&gt;to my story.&lt;br /&gt;Please, Relax your defense.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to fence with my swords or my words nor with my actions&lt;br /&gt;For as sure as I sound in my allusions and conclusions,&lt;br /&gt;they brought these contusions in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;they wrought these repulsions in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;And I fear I've become my own enemy.&lt;br /&gt;From what I see, it's what I speak&lt;br /&gt;that cause these fights, this sickening picketing between us.&lt;br /&gt;I hold back my thoughts even though I know I should not,&lt;br /&gt;Whether through fear or assumption&lt;br /&gt;it's just wrongful presumption that I knew what you know, that I've thought what you think, that I've been what you are.&lt;br /&gt;So I attempt to be coherent cohesive&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice truth for hidden treatise that you saw through every time.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for this and for before&lt;br /&gt;where I was wrong and still fought more and more&lt;br /&gt;in voice, in silence.&lt;br /&gt;I beg you please. accept this apology.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7702314429811519734?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/7702314429811519734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/02/poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7702314429811519734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7702314429811519734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/02/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-1113560251228371756</id><published>2011-02-06T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:10:43.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plant these seeds&lt;br /&gt;One for every heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Since you left me&lt;br /&gt;I'll help them grow&lt;br /&gt;So they won't have to know&lt;br /&gt;What its like to be alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I haven't found a home&lt;br /&gt;For my arms for my hands for my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without you nothing seems to stick around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I haven't found a soul&lt;br /&gt;To cling io with my own&lt;br /&gt;And I think it would be&lt;br /&gt;Better for you and me&lt;br /&gt;If you would be so kind as to let me back in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch the chicks&lt;br /&gt;as they fall from the twigs&lt;br /&gt;that weren't strong enough to keep them in their nests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I worry&lt;br /&gt;that I'll miss one in this rush&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;to lose even one to the underbrush&lt;br /&gt;But this forest is growing&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do this alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I haven't found a home&lt;br /&gt;For my arms for my hands for my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without you nothing seems to stick around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I haven't found a soul&lt;br /&gt;To cling io with my own&lt;br /&gt;And I think it would be&lt;br /&gt;Better for you and me&lt;br /&gt;If you would be so kind as to let me back in your life&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-1113560251228371756?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/1113560251228371756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/02/forest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1113560251228371756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1113560251228371756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/02/forest.html' title='Forest'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2474145407461435560</id><published>2011-01-30T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:01:06.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comatose(Unf)</title><content type='html'>So I've decided I ted to finish more of what I put up and look at regularly than those thing I leave in the bowels of my phone or hard drive or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Comatose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that you would treat me this way&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me within the leaves that landed beneath your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I search the ground below for a trace of your soul&lt;br /&gt;There must be a path beyond this death&lt;br /&gt;And I can't resist the ties to you made in me long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this a choice you made or was it out of your control&lt;br /&gt;Is there something I can say to help you regain your hold&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2474145407461435560?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2474145407461435560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/comatoseunf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2474145407461435560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2474145407461435560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/comatoseunf.html' title='Comatose(Unf)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8854225126025744484</id><published>2011-01-27T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:09:03.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Me to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From Me to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were alive the day&lt;br /&gt;the earth was made&lt;br /&gt;I'd ensure there was a way&lt;br /&gt;for me to get to you&lt;br /&gt;anytime I wanted to&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'd build a bridge across the earth&lt;br /&gt;made from the stone and dirt&lt;br /&gt;beneath our feet&lt;br /&gt;hidden from the naked&lt;br /&gt;just for you and I&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And if the distance from here to China&lt;br /&gt;Is not enough to take your mind of of the things&lt;br /&gt;that weigh you down&lt;br /&gt;We will leave the earth behind&lt;br /&gt;Let the night sky be our guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would never be a time&lt;br /&gt;Where I could not be at your side&lt;br /&gt;We'd finally be free&lt;br /&gt;To anything&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8854225126025744484?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8854225126025744484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-me-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8854225126025744484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8854225126025744484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-me-to-you.html' title='From Me to You'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8064812906420304258</id><published>2011-01-26T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:27:34.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Finished Updating</title><content type='html'>It's been long over due, but I've finally finished updating with the songs I left out previously for some unknown reason. The date is based on recorded date elsewhere, so the posts continue to represent the chronology as close possible. I've undoubtedly made a mistake or two. Live with it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8064812906420304258?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8064812906420304258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-finished-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8064812906420304258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8064812906420304258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-finished-updating.html' title='Just Finished Updating'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-4108321852082673399</id><published>2011-01-22T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:13:56.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Fidelity</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Low Fidelity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secrets safe with me&lt;br /&gt;The coffer's locked and I've thrown away the key&lt;br /&gt;But honestly I can't believe you'd still trust me&lt;br /&gt;after what I've done to you&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't know you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;And it's true&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;as much as the lioness does the tiger&lt;br /&gt;as I slip away at night&lt;br /&gt;during the king's slumber&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the pack will be pleased to see&lt;br /&gt;their queen lose her seat&lt;br /&gt;They never liked me much&lt;br /&gt;and I can't stand to lay at that man's feet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He's so destructive, sadistic&lt;br /&gt;I'm so seductive, mystic&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't deserve me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You're so powerful and sly, so fun and mysterious&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why it took me so long&lt;br /&gt;to find a man who likes what I do&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But he must never find out the truth&lt;br /&gt;HE cannot know for I fear for your soul&lt;br /&gt;So the coffin's been locked&lt;br /&gt;buried beneath my heart&lt;br /&gt;where you can hide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there in due time&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-4108321852082673399?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/4108321852082673399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/low-fidelity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4108321852082673399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4108321852082673399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/low-fidelity.html' title='Low Fidelity'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6987020296880700680</id><published>2010-12-01T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:14:50.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparison</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Comparison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never compare to the boys&lt;br /&gt;you've had before&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;at you're door&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I could lust forever in a dark cluttered room&lt;br /&gt;but I would never have a chance at you&lt;br /&gt;So I stand here and yell, at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything, Anything, to get your love&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything, Anything, to get your love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No written word or song I have yet learned&lt;br /&gt;Could express the distress I feel&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I will never let a peep&lt;br /&gt;about what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I know that nothing I say will make you change&lt;br /&gt;but that's never stopped me before&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I could never compare to the boys&lt;br /&gt;you've had before&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter anymore&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6987020296880700680?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6987020296880700680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/12/comparison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6987020296880700680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6987020296880700680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/12/comparison.html' title='Comparison'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-254567046947366921</id><published>2010-11-30T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:15:31.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Long Distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I let the distance&lt;br /&gt;be the only difference&lt;br /&gt;between how it is &lt;br /&gt;and how it should be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I let it control&lt;br /&gt;the ebb and flow of my heart&lt;br /&gt;The time its tide&lt;br /&gt;inconsistent in its prime&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Schedule conflicts&lt;br /&gt;the sharpest pin pricks in my side&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be&lt;br /&gt;in your mind&lt;br /&gt;To know that everything&lt;br /&gt;is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But I wish I&lt;br /&gt;could be unconscionable&lt;br /&gt;wrap my chain&lt;br /&gt;around your waist&lt;br /&gt;and never let you go&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-254567046947366921?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/254567046947366921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/254567046947366921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/254567046947366921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-distance.html' title='Long Distance'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3558483773611696816</id><published>2010-10-27T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:47:21.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's TOTALLY true</title><content type='html'>You know me, I&lt;br /&gt;am so irresisitible&lt;br /&gt;You know me, I&lt;br /&gt;cannot keep the ladies back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me, I&lt;br /&gt;aalways watch my words&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sarcastic or sadistic&lt;br /&gt;Or anything so absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a normal man&lt;br /&gt;A normal life with normal plans&lt;br /&gt;But I so damn sexy&lt;br /&gt;No one can resist me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3558483773611696816?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3558483773611696816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-totally-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3558483773611696816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3558483773611696816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-totally-true.html' title='It&apos;s TOTALLY true'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-251922504464958034</id><published>2010-10-25T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:57:16.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 in the morning</title><content type='html'>Me at 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Homesick&lt;br /&gt;and loveless&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;Body swollen&lt;br /&gt;But my mind's at ease&lt;br /&gt;I've taken all the medication I need&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;Without thought&lt;br /&gt;An echo&lt;br /&gt;Of what I'm shown&lt;br /&gt;But my mind's at ease&lt;br /&gt;I've taken all the medication I need&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Scattering of the squirrells as I rummage through the forest&lt;br /&gt;losing their treasure troves&lt;br /&gt;But my mind can't be swayed, I've no moments to delay&lt;br /&gt;I need to get where I'm goin'&lt;br /&gt;I need to get where I'm goin'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But the commotion of the vermin, as I make up the trees&lt;br /&gt;is quickly consumed by the squaks of the crows&lt;br /&gt;But my mind can't be swayed, I've no moments to delay&lt;br /&gt;I need to get where I'm goin'&lt;br /&gt;I need to get where I'm goin'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And though they may not make it to their eggs in time&lt;br /&gt;I know that woman will be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know that woman will be mine&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-251922504464958034?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/251922504464958034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/4-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/251922504464958034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/251922504464958034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/4-in-morning.html' title='4 in the morning'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3002268498316261696</id><published>2010-10-20T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:23:46.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Worth&lt;br /&gt;Artists have their works on display&lt;br /&gt;for everyone's awe and amaze-ment&lt;br /&gt;Those Drawings and Paintings&lt;br /&gt;Everyone understands what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;Because pictures are worth&lt;br /&gt;One thousand words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about mine&lt;br /&gt;What are my words worth to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for clarity&lt;br /&gt;and trisyllabic parity&lt;br /&gt;some consistency &lt;br /&gt;in my soliloquies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But understanding&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;is not withstanding&lt;br /&gt;And the completionist in me&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't hold a candle to&lt;br /&gt;The judgements you hold true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as your gavel comes down&lt;br /&gt;upon my chest bared&lt;br /&gt;The world I designed, diminished&lt;br /&gt;before its finished&lt;br /&gt;And you don't seem to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I search for clarity&lt;br /&gt;in trisyllabic parity&lt;br /&gt;find some consistencies&lt;br /&gt;in my soliloquies&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;it lacks the syntax&lt;br /&gt;it lacks the facts&lt;br /&gt;it lacks everything&lt;br /&gt;on your check list&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't make sense!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's all just petty phrases"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3002268498316261696?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3002268498316261696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3002268498316261696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3002268498316261696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/worth.html' title='Worth'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2218597263870469592</id><published>2010-10-17T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:17:39.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Sufficient</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am Sufficient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny? I'm hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Crazy? I'm delerious&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;All my words come out backwords&lt;br /&gt;All these statements don't make sense&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My mind glazes over&lt;br /&gt;and all that's left&lt;br /&gt;An afterthought&lt;br /&gt;A cheap byproduct&lt;br /&gt;But I hope I'll do&lt;br /&gt;in your attempt at happiness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Relations are the cause of everyones&lt;br /&gt;inflated egos and emotions&lt;br /&gt;Claiming they'll climb mountains swim through oceans&lt;br /&gt;But never sated when their alone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Back to you and me&lt;br /&gt;And the love I see&lt;br /&gt;disparate as it is&lt;br /&gt;from any silly sentences&lt;br /&gt;and cliches about my dreams&lt;br /&gt;though lovely they may seem&lt;br /&gt;they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;its reality that we share&lt;br /&gt;and this mortality that we dare&lt;br /&gt;to unravel at the seams&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2218597263870469592?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2218597263870469592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-sufficient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2218597263870469592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2218597263870469592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-sufficient.html' title='I am Sufficient'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3837272314974615102</id><published>2010-10-15T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:46:57.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>I swear I'll make something of this one day! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Admission of concessions&lt;br /&gt;Succession to division&lt;br /&gt;We let it all go to waste&lt;br /&gt;With this misconstrued sense of fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall posit this to you&lt;br /&gt;Control is possible its true&lt;br /&gt;Everything I say or do&lt;br /&gt;I choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you may say&lt;br /&gt;Everything has a purpose&lt;br /&gt;I will say&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to see that reality surface&lt;br /&gt;And while you may say&lt;br /&gt;It will all work out in the end&lt;br /&gt;I will say&lt;br /&gt;I've never really had that kind of patience&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3837272314974615102?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3837272314974615102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3837272314974615102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3837272314974615102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2720950869260842224</id><published>2010-10-15T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:05:23.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Faces</title><content type='html'>Inesse and I worked on a song over the summer. I only just got around to reconstructing the scattered mess of thoughts into something partially meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lend me your bone broken lullabyes&lt;br /&gt;As you fall asleep to the sound of my sighs&lt;br /&gt;I've locked the front door&lt;br /&gt;to the secrets of our nights before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skeleton is in the closet&lt;br /&gt;and it's never coming out&lt;br /&gt;So you can sleep tight tonight&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to worry about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot leave without you&lt;br /&gt;You cannot drift away&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you&lt;br /&gt;You can't drift away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to asleep&lt;br /&gt;but that's a promise I can't always keep&lt;br /&gt;The lines in your palms&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of what we've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared for my life&lt;br /&gt;Keep up with these lies&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sure I can hide&lt;br /&gt;these faces anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2720950869260842224?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2720950869260842224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/hidden-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2720950869260842224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2720950869260842224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/hidden-faces.html' title='Hidden Faces'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6326311451890598075</id><published>2010-10-13T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:14:19.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple Shorts</title><content type='html'>Um, I was on a bus riding home writing this one onto my iPod due to lack of the most important utensil. Thankfully I had that. *Shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Brown hair brown clothes&lt;br /&gt;The eyes just to match&lt;br /&gt;A lively grin just right&lt;br /&gt;On which I'd love to latch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can dream&lt;br /&gt;Of night in steamy&lt;br /&gt;Romance on the floor&lt;br /&gt;With the girl he adores&lt;br /&gt;While all alone&lt;br /&gt;Writing these words on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what he's gotta do&lt;br /&gt;To get with a girl like you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is quite a bit shorter than the already short one above, but eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Each ear hears differently&lt;br /&gt;And my mind interprets as it pleases&lt;br /&gt;So I cannot guarantee&lt;br /&gt;That what you said initially&lt;br /&gt;is what I'll think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep that in mind&lt;br /&gt;And when ever we&lt;br /&gt;get into fights&lt;br /&gt;about who is&lt;br /&gt;wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;It's probably you&lt;br /&gt;It's probably you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6326311451890598075?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6326311451890598075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/couple-shorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6326311451890598075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6326311451890598075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/couple-shorts.html' title='A Couple Shorts'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8060296740846286288</id><published>2010-10-08T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:51:12.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasp* What are these lines?!</title><content type='html'>I leave lines, they mean things. In fact, they have hidden words over them. I swear it! Just let me know what those hidden words are and I will display them for the whole word. It'll be vondervul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sitting on the curb&lt;br /&gt;watching the world&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for life&lt;br /&gt;To hand me what's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't know where it started&lt;br /&gt;Or where it all ends&lt;br /&gt;But I know where my heart is&lt;br /&gt;And what makes a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain of my worth&lt;br /&gt;But given such mirth,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how I fare&lt;br /&gt;Or what I can't bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Here is what matters&lt;br /&gt;Through every change,&lt;br /&gt;And while nothing has shattered&lt;br /&gt;I sit and await&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some superfluous meaning&lt;br /&gt;To my random state of being.&lt;br /&gt;_____________-&lt;br /&gt;_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done with this waiting&lt;br /&gt;for my only chance.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get right down to taking&lt;br /&gt;_____________- (damn you things that rhyme with chance)       &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8060296740846286288?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8060296740846286288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/gasp-what-are-these-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8060296740846286288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8060296740846286288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/gasp-what-are-these-lines.html' title='*gasp* What are these lines?!'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2041533001670094657</id><published>2010-10-08T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:43:05.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't you hear</title><content type='html'>Really not sure how I feel about this one. To be fair, its 3:41 in the morning, I'm sitting in front of a computer I've been staring at for 6-8 hours working on a damn program that refuses to reveal its faults for me to fix. I'm baffled. Anyway, *shrug*. Maybe when I sit down after a day's sleep (wait a minute...that can't be right) I'll be able to laugh at the confusing mess I lay before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear the voices that I hear&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear them culling you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear the voices that I hear&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear them call out to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muttering while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;They cause the studders in my speech&lt;br /&gt;Frightened for my life&lt;br /&gt;When will I get some relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear the voices&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear them calling&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtless and unquenching&lt;br /&gt;their taunts are never ending.&lt;br /&gt;Fearful of the day,&lt;br /&gt;These monsters are just blending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as I might to fight&lt;br /&gt;these awful creatures of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I do&lt;br /&gt;Seems to keep them in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear the voices that I hear&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see them in the back of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear the voices that I hear&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see the monsters in disguise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2041533001670094657?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2041533001670094657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-you-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2041533001670094657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2041533001670094657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-you-hear.html' title='Can&apos;t you hear'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2200942354534697215</id><published>2010-08-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:49:56.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamt of the past</title><content type='html'>I can't focus on anything&lt;br /&gt;When did structure become my everything&lt;br /&gt;Why must rhyme define my reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my insanity&lt;br /&gt;There's no complexity&lt;br /&gt;And I may never see......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first day outside&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;These walls, they have windows&lt;br /&gt;And my doors need no locks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I believe&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;I had no need to be free&lt;br /&gt;So I lose my eyes to a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years I've searched these white walls&lt;br /&gt;For just a tiny crack&lt;br /&gt;Someway to escape, get out of this place&lt;br /&gt;But freedom is something I can never grasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked up for all these years&lt;br /&gt;With nothing but the traces&lt;br /&gt;of every one of my fears&lt;br /&gt;But now I see no more faces&lt;br /&gt;And I don't hear their jeers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't where I belong&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I want&lt;br /&gt;I never have a choice&lt;br /&gt;So I am never wrong&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;But I can't focus on anything&lt;br /&gt;When did structure become my everything&lt;br /&gt;Why must rhyme define my reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within my insanity&lt;br /&gt;There is no complexity&lt;br /&gt;And I may never see again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wipe the thoughts from my brow&lt;br /&gt;Waking in an empty crowd&lt;br /&gt;Fight against a shallow sea&lt;br /&gt;To get where I can finally breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I can see&lt;br /&gt;That I can never leave&lt;br /&gt;I am not really free&lt;br /&gt;They still control my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;dashes mark change from fast to slow and echoey...then back. This slow echoey portion is meant to audibly define the dream. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2200942354534697215?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2200942354534697215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dreamt-of-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2200942354534697215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2200942354534697215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dreamt-of-past.html' title='I dreamt of the past'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8049382222307755872</id><published>2010-08-19T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:49:14.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>Is retroactively adding posts cheating, or just an obvious sign of failing to pay attention. *shrug* Good news: this one is longer than 7 lines, GOODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I can't focus on anything&lt;br /&gt;When did structure become my everything&lt;br /&gt;Why must rhyme define my reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my insanity&lt;br /&gt;There's no complexity&lt;br /&gt;And I may never see......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first day outside&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;These walls, they have windows&lt;br /&gt;And my doors need no locks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I believe&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;I had no need to be free&lt;br /&gt;So I lose my eyes to a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years I've searched these white walls&lt;br /&gt;For just a tiny crack&lt;br /&gt;Someway to escape, get out of this place&lt;br /&gt;But freedom is something I can never grasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked up for all these years&lt;br /&gt;With nothing but the traces&lt;br /&gt;of every one of my fears&lt;br /&gt;But now I see no more faces&lt;br /&gt;And I don't hear their jeers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't where I belong&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I want&lt;br /&gt;I never have a choice&lt;br /&gt;So I am never wrong&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;But I can't focus on anything&lt;br /&gt;When did structure become my everything&lt;br /&gt;Why must rhyme define my reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within my insanity&lt;br /&gt;There is no complexity&lt;br /&gt;And I may never see again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8049382222307755872?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8049382222307755872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/08/work-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8049382222307755872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8049382222307755872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/08/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in Progress'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7189810559679161297</id><published>2010-04-25T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:24:46.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Poetic Conversation&lt;br /&gt;"How can you walk by without recognition?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, unsure, what to say in my position.&lt;br /&gt;"How can you turn around after glancing my way?"&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts scattered, fear of failure put my mind astray.&lt;br /&gt;"How can you look at me and never say hello?"&lt;br /&gt;My mouth locks in front of something so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glazed eyes and stuttered voice&lt;br /&gt;I shy away, I've got no choice.&lt;br /&gt;So timid, coy, just a boy&lt;br /&gt;Overpowered by your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Concentration, why even try?&lt;br /&gt;Inane discussions cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;With repercussions, my words bind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that you've forgotten me&lt;br /&gt;I fear that you've forgotten me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7189810559679161297?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/7189810559679161297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetic-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7189810559679161297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7189810559679161297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetic-conversation.html' title='Poetic Conversation'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6951403202051100272</id><published>2010-03-24T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:46:23.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Tears</title><content type='html'>I'll not waste my words explaining the meaning of this one...&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Traveling Tears&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Water swirling down the drainage pipe&lt;br /&gt;Taking the tears that I had wiped&lt;br /&gt;from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the tube they twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;To a place where they can learn&lt;br /&gt;how to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from control and sanity&lt;br /&gt;From the droll of my vanity&lt;br /&gt;in my mind this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the air they choose to go&lt;br /&gt;Gravity becomes their only foe&lt;br /&gt;As they fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaporized into a cloud&lt;br /&gt;Shading the sun from a heavy crowd&lt;br /&gt;that I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from control and sanity&lt;br /&gt;From the droll of my vanity&lt;br /&gt;in my mind this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now too heavy to hold together&lt;br /&gt;In the warm and balmy weather&lt;br /&gt;of the Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the drops appear fickle&lt;br /&gt;I look up as they settle&lt;br /&gt;into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Back into my eyes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6951403202051100272?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6951403202051100272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/03/traveling-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6951403202051100272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6951403202051100272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/03/traveling-tears.html' title='Traveling Tears'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3876839225272453276</id><published>2010-03-24T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:45:57.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rely on my Senses</title><content type='html'>One of the two I had written in the past week. I wrote part of this sitting outside my dorm before PT. I fear putting this up will mark its incompleteness complete. Which would be not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rely on My Senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisted locks and keys fallen apart &lt;br /&gt;Keep secrets from me that I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;No way to retrieve thoughts from long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try to rely on my sentences&lt;br /&gt;Call upon you to help ease my penances&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found, I am&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streets and roads are closed for repairs&lt;br /&gt;Detours over contours to our destinations&lt;br /&gt;A Disconnect, New direction, my transformation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try to rely on my sentences&lt;br /&gt;Call upon you to help ease my penances&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found, I am&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found, I am&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3876839225272453276?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3876839225272453276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/03/rely-on-my-senses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3876839225272453276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3876839225272453276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/03/rely-on-my-senses.html' title='Rely on my Senses'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-911392026447790089</id><published>2010-03-16T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:57:27.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream of the Flightless Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Dream of the Flightless Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;When I look up to the trees&lt;br /&gt;I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;What it'd be like to be a bird&lt;br /&gt;Flying so high.&lt;br /&gt;Looking down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd see...&lt;br /&gt;The rain from far away&lt;br /&gt;I'd know when to go&lt;br /&gt;I'd know when to stay&lt;br /&gt;I'd know...&lt;br /&gt;When to let my body flow&lt;br /&gt;With the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be...&lt;br /&gt;As free as me&lt;br /&gt;Wings flapping fast&lt;br /&gt;Soaring through the breeze&lt;br /&gt;That's my dream...&lt;br /&gt;That's my dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be like Icarus and Daedulus&lt;br /&gt;Fly as high as I could&lt;br /&gt;Except there'd be no wax to stop me&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't fall into the sea&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't fall into the sea&lt;br /&gt;That's my dream...&lt;br /&gt;That's my dream(High C-Falsetto)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capo 5&lt;br /&gt;Simple C-Open F&lt;br /&gt;with C as quarter followed by three quarters F&lt;br /&gt;Down-Down-Up-Down (Quickly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-911392026447790089?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/911392026447790089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/03/dream-of-flightless-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/911392026447790089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/911392026447790089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/03/dream-of-flightless-man.html' title='The Dream of the Flightless Man'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-244472019635120851</id><published>2010-02-24T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:44:46.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Know Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I feel the world crumblin in around me&lt;br /&gt;I look to the shattered skies to learn why&lt;br /&gt;All I see up above are the stars colliding&lt;br /&gt;And below the earth is dividing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Is my mind inconsequential &lt;br /&gt;Was it built by some extraterrestrial&lt;br /&gt;{Do I know what I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me} (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around for a rock to stand on&lt;br /&gt;But even they seemed to have moved on&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how it is that I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;After watching all of the oxygen leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Is my mind detrimental&lt;br /&gt;Was it built by some extraterrestrial&lt;br /&gt;{Do I know what I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me} (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way my thoughts were before&lt;br /&gt;Back when I knew who I was and I was sure&lt;br /&gt;All the dreams and memories inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;Were controlled by a force I didn't care to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&lt;br /&gt;must Decide&lt;br /&gt;Do I Dive&lt;br /&gt;Or let my body lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I wait&lt;br /&gt;For someone's late&lt;br /&gt;Mistake&lt;br /&gt;To help me translate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my mind torrential&lt;br /&gt;Built by some extraterrestrial&lt;br /&gt;{Do I know what I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me} (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-244472019635120851?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/244472019635120851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/244472019635120851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/244472019635120851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-not.html' title='I Know Not'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2197439134184956910</id><published>2010-02-15T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:05:06.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Her She's Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tell Her She's Beautiful&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm holding a&lt;br /&gt;Bee in my hands&lt;br /&gt;You're in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the sun up above&lt;br /&gt;Could never shine as bright&lt;br /&gt;As you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way&lt;br /&gt;You walk towards me&lt;br /&gt;It's like a work of art&lt;br /&gt;I get shivers down my spine&lt;br /&gt;And my brain just won't start&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're sculptural, sensational&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful, incredible&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a sight&lt;br /&gt;You're where the beauty lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the in-&lt;br /&gt;flection of your voice&lt;br /&gt;I hear a thousand robins&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dancing to the melody&lt;br /&gt;So sweet serene, comin&lt;br /&gt;From you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god,&lt;br /&gt;When you lips curve&lt;br /&gt;You can see mine drop&lt;br /&gt;A smile so amazing&lt;br /&gt;Time suddenly stops&lt;br /&gt;Due to you&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're sculptural, sensational&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful, incredible&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a sight&lt;br /&gt;You're where the beauty lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely remember hugs&lt;br /&gt;And the way they felt&lt;br /&gt;But I dream of you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Making my heart melt&lt;br /&gt;Soft touch surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;Your warmth creeping in&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Except the moment I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're sculptural, sensational&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful, incredible&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a sight&lt;br /&gt;You're where the beauty lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(much softer than original)&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding a&lt;br /&gt;Bee in my hands&lt;br /&gt;You're in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the sun up above&lt;br /&gt;Could never shine as bright&lt;br /&gt;As you...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2197439134184956910?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2197439134184956910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-her-shes-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2197439134184956910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2197439134184956910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-her-shes-beautiful.html' title='Tell Her She&apos;s Beautiful'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6649486241361533862</id><published>2010-02-15T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:04:22.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Insanity&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The bed is just a holder&lt;br /&gt;for the smallest bit of sanity&lt;br /&gt;And now I think that I may be crazy&lt;br /&gt;But There's nothing left of me to treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul within that's not my own&lt;br /&gt;Someone else now calls me home&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the sea below the world&lt;br /&gt;Can I be freed where I've been hurled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I see I don't believe&lt;br /&gt;A pure light here has blinded me&lt;br /&gt;From the sights I shouldn't see&lt;br /&gt;in the place where I should not be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they say they love me&lt;br /&gt;They say they need me&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel they understand&lt;br /&gt;who I really am&lt;br /&gt;They said "Don't leave me"&lt;br /&gt;They said "Believe me"&lt;br /&gt;But I left them all behind&lt;br /&gt;A better place I thought to find, So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuggle to remain in this land&lt;br /&gt;As close to Earth as I can&lt;br /&gt;This isn't how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;I remember back when I was free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a push but I resist&lt;br /&gt;The tug gets harder but I don't quit&lt;br /&gt;The light's so pure and my heart sinks&lt;br /&gt;My hold gets weaker I'm on the brink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they say they love me&lt;br /&gt;They say they need me&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel they understand&lt;br /&gt;who I really am&lt;br /&gt;They said "Don't leave me"&lt;br /&gt;They said "Believe me"&lt;br /&gt;But I left them all behind&lt;br /&gt;A better place I thought to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But loneliness had conquered all&lt;br /&gt;And thats when I began to fall&lt;br /&gt;No one seemed to notice this&lt;br /&gt;And of my body I did bequest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a voice from up above&lt;br /&gt;Someone that I truly love&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what she tries to say&lt;br /&gt;But Maybe she has found a quay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I reminisce my life&lt;br /&gt;And all the struggles, all the strife&lt;br /&gt;I weep the pain of many years&lt;br /&gt;Alone I can't handle my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know they loved&lt;br /&gt;I know they needed me&lt;br /&gt;And I fear I understand &lt;br /&gt;Who I really am&lt;br /&gt;They said "Don't leave me"&lt;br /&gt;They said "Believe me"&lt;br /&gt;But I left them all behind&lt;br /&gt;A better place I thought to find&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6649486241361533862?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6649486241361533862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6649486241361533862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6649486241361533862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-1578224388547257477</id><published>2010-02-08T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:56:02.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Home</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure what to think about this one to be honest. I was hoping for a feeling of realisation but I'm not sure how it all works. Food for Thought: This was written with music in mind, so it may flow oddly...it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The World is Home&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Space is a place&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;All the stars around&lt;br /&gt;Freeing my soul&lt;br /&gt;knowing I can Go&lt;br /&gt;anywhere I want to Go&lt;br /&gt;Free to Roam&lt;br /&gt;anywhere I want to Roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is like a fly trap&lt;br /&gt;with its gravity adhesive&lt;br /&gt;And the rockets the we build&lt;br /&gt;are merely passive&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape the fate&lt;br /&gt;that this world keeps drawing me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all I've yet to experience&lt;br /&gt;Its left me slightly delirious&lt;br /&gt;knowing what I know&lt;br /&gt;is but a tiny mold&lt;br /&gt;on a rather large loaf&lt;br /&gt;yet to discover what there is to discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people and the places&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to see&lt;br /&gt;All the foods that lay out there&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;The orchard by the sea&lt;br /&gt;The whales of Alaska&lt;br /&gt;and California's Redwood trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain droplets on my nose&lt;br /&gt;Sifting through the prose&lt;br /&gt;In the trees on the leaves&lt;br /&gt;In the greens of the grasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space may be my freedom&lt;br /&gt;But this world is my home&lt;br /&gt;and no matter where my mind goes&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I grow&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-1578224388547257477?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/1578224388547257477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/world-is-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1578224388547257477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1578224388547257477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/world-is-home.html' title='The World is Home'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6263239641065174575</id><published>2010-02-03T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:12:06.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin the Bottle</title><content type='html'>Everytime there is a --- in this song, it switches from one person to another. It starts off with a man then goes to a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spin the Bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;tock&lt;br /&gt;seconds lying by&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To play this game&lt;br /&gt;If its all the same&lt;br /&gt;I'll just leave&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Seconds flying by&lt;br /&gt;And I can't see through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;How did all this go awry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its seem all together fitting&lt;br /&gt;That your tye is really listing&lt;br /&gt;And you don't notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to be a mourner&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the seconds are flying by&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;I just standby&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Things become a little clearer&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my tie, what a mess&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing less&lt;br /&gt;than who I've become tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been searching&lt;br /&gt;For someone to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't seem to get&lt;br /&gt;Anything right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the seconds are flying by&lt;br /&gt;Flash, in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;She walks by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can she see my tie&lt;br /&gt;If I talk, will she reply&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid, no don't belie!&lt;br /&gt;She motions, I must comply&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;He's coming over here&lt;br /&gt;I plucked the courage&lt;br /&gt;Now it time&lt;br /&gt;To make him mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second hand is gone&lt;br /&gt;And the minute, too slow to matter&lt;br /&gt;I see his face, and we kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6263239641065174575?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6263239641065174575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/spin-bottle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6263239641065174575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6263239641065174575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/02/spin-bottle.html' title='Spin the Bottle'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6684943938850952893</id><published>2010-01-24T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:18:51.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Song</title><content type='html'>Don't let your heart&lt;div&gt;Be crushed, split apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While life may be hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne'er stop, you'll go far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you trust in yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live not for silly wealth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to love the present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because its effervescent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one's you're with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grant their longing wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you must resist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The temptation to dismiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That who you are matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout life's longest chapters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fleeting moment's page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could unexpectedly negate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on this newest year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accept it without fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because everything your future holds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comes only as you let it unfold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6684943938850952893?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6684943938850952893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6684943938850952893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6684943938850952893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-song.html' title='A Birthday Song'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-90532489292109880</id><published>2009-12-24T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:49:11.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is Raucus (Ninth Song: It Doesn't Look Like Christmas)</title><content type='html'>Here is a serious Christmas  song. In case you're wondering, no...we don't have a Christmas tree in our house and it is still T-Shirt weather here (or as I like to say: "It's not even sweater weather", say, it is so fun)!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Doesn't Look Like Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;White snow isn't falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;But there is no need to ask why&lt;br /&gt;Because we're relaxin in paradise&lt;br /&gt;Under a sun shining so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look like Christmas now&lt;br /&gt;But we celebrate it anyhow&lt;br /&gt;Its not the time of year that brings me so much cheer&lt;br /&gt;Its you and all of us here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the trees still have their leaves&lt;br /&gt;And inside there's no Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what it takes for me&lt;br /&gt;The friends around is all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is way to cold&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand those heavy coats&lt;br /&gt;I don't need some silly sled&lt;br /&gt;To make this the best year yet&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark,&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Capo 2&lt;br /&gt;Chords:&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;E-A-Amaj7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Bsus4-C#m7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;E-A6add9-Emaj7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-90532489292109880?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/90532489292109880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-is-serious-christmas-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/90532489292109880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/90532489292109880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-is-serious-christmas-song.html' title='December is Raucus (Ninth Song: It Doesn&apos;t Look Like Christmas)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6773639160540435364</id><published>2009-12-23T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:51:36.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is Raucus (Eighth Song: Just Another Christmas Song)</title><content type='html'>Warning: This is a completely random and stupid Christmas song. You're welcome in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Another Christmas Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Its Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite time of year&lt;br /&gt;Its brings us close together&lt;br /&gt;For one day so pure    1`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why...did I not get what I wanted for christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red and Brown horse with Gold tinted saddle&lt;br /&gt;One nice canoe with two big paddles&lt;br /&gt;A large mansion with room for us&lt;br /&gt;and a silly looking double decker bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why, did I not get this stuff&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it was too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this Christmas, All I got was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand made sweater with my name on the back&lt;br /&gt;A blue coffee mug with rather large scratch&lt;br /&gt;Three pairs of socks that don't fit at all&lt;br /&gt;Come on Santa, didn't you hear my call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why? Did you really think I needed&lt;br /&gt;I feel I've been short sheeted&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Capo 5&lt;br /&gt;Chords:&lt;br /&gt;Start: Strum |G|C| slowly then Hammer strings with |D|C| at "But Why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses are just |G|C|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6773639160540435364?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6773639160540435364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6773639160540435364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6773639160540435364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-song.html' title='December is Raucus (Eighth Song: Just Another Christmas Song)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2193565554230143944</id><published>2009-12-21T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:04:17.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is Raucus (Seventh Song: Other Side of the Road)</title><content type='html'>This was the only song I actually successfully completed down in Mexico. I'm not entirely sure what to think of it. I wrote it with the ukelele in D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Other Side of the Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The world on the other side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Frightens me to the bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens over there&lt;br /&gt;Or are you to scared to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was ah killing the other day&lt;br /&gt;But no one had anything to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in on the run&lt;br /&gt;They're having too much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to see blue skies overhead&lt;br /&gt;Not a metaphor for the blood just shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just so happy to be here&lt;br /&gt;So happy that they just block their ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Chords&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;G-Gmaj7-Em7&lt;br /&gt;G-/A-F#m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2193565554230143944?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2193565554230143944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-seventh-song-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2193565554230143944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2193565554230143944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-seventh-song-other.html' title='December is Raucus (Seventh Song: Other Side of the Road)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7955544511964840099</id><published>2009-12-07T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:19:47.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is Raucus (Sixth Song: A Letter in the Mail)</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm a nerd :). Hopefully you'll be able to devine what this one is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Letter in the Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been so frightening&lt;br /&gt;I think I actually caused the lightening&lt;br /&gt;I've been completely out of control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow caused my mom to levitate&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry she was being so lame&lt;br /&gt;I had not a clue what was going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last week I turned eleven&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy I could've been in heaven&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter in the mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are pleased to inform you&lt;br /&gt;You have a place at our school&lt;br /&gt;Please look inside for a list&lt;br /&gt;Your term begins soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why I'd need an eye of newt&lt;br /&gt;Or what the heck's a blast-ended skrewt&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care now that I'm a wizard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's used to make fun of me&lt;br /&gt;For having all these crazy dreams&lt;br /&gt;But it all makes sense to me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter in the mail...&lt;br /&gt;"We are pleased to inform you&lt;br /&gt;You have a place at our school&lt;br /&gt;Please read the list that provided&lt;br /&gt;Your term begins soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think that's alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Chords:&lt;br /&gt;Capo 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;F-C(x2)&lt;br /&gt;F-A#-G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;C-G(x3)&lt;br /&gt;F-A#-G (possibly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7955544511964840099?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/7955544511964840099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-sixth-song-letter-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7955544511964840099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7955544511964840099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-sixth-song-letter-in.html' title='December is Raucus (Sixth Song: A Letter in the Mail)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-4725024254779941959</id><published>2009-12-06T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:29:55.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is Raucus (Fifth Song: The Arrival)</title><content type='html'>I'm getting kind of nervous,  I have 1 day left and 2 songs (after this one) to finish. I'm almost thinking about taking the number down to five in a week next week, especially due to exams but then I'm afraid that I will wimp out from then on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this song, I had to do something a little weird. The chorus is a fast ukelele and the verses are guitar much slower. Its the same tempo, just halved strummed wise (and sung-wise I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey there darlin, hey there friend&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see you how have you been?&lt;br /&gt;All this time that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to see you after so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It's sunny outside&lt;br /&gt;Things are going fine&lt;br /&gt;I know its been a while&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can't hold back my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really spend your months in sadness&lt;br /&gt;All the months you spent in absence&lt;br /&gt;It seems you've come back in a trance&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you to dance.... to dance... with me.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;When seconds turned to hours, hourse to months&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first few looking without any luck&lt;br /&gt;But I never gave up I'd never cease&lt;br /&gt;Until I had you in my arms, until I had my peace (And now its)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It's sunny outside&lt;br /&gt;Things are going fine&lt;br /&gt;I know its been a while&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can't hold back my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really spend your months in sadness&lt;br /&gt;All the months you spent in absence&lt;br /&gt;It seems you've come back in a trance&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you to dance.... to dance... with me.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;And of all these things that are happening&lt;br /&gt;in the twists and turns of this tragic life&lt;br /&gt;I know I can handle all of it&lt;br /&gt;With you now by my side&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It's sunny outside&lt;br /&gt;Things are going fine&lt;br /&gt;I know its been a while&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can't hold back my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really spend your months in sadness&lt;br /&gt;All the months you spent in absence&lt;br /&gt;It seems you've come back in a trance&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you to dance.... to dance... with me.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm actually considering making this a duet. The two chorus sides are from either side of the conversation and the verses as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two to go (ACK!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Chords&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;|G-D|A-D|(two chords a line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;|G5|A5|x3&lt;br /&gt;|D5|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride:&lt;br /&gt;|Em|F#m|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-4725024254779941959?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/4725024254779941959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/arrival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4725024254779941959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4725024254779941959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/arrival.html' title='December is Raucus (Fifth Song: The Arrival)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7704806988002298341</id><published>2009-12-03T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:30:08.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is Raucus (Fourth Song: Empty Promise</title><content type='html'>Do my songs seem to be getting worse? Maybe this thing wasn't such a good idea, leaving me drive of "creativity" and ideas. Or it will for me to be more creative and imaginative, we'll see. Anyway, I couldn't get a good name for the title of this song but here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty Promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My mind is blank and nothing is left to be said&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are shallow wells in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really tired I need to be in bed&lt;br /&gt;But this emptiness seems to fill me with dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know I really shouldn't continue&lt;br /&gt;Down this broken road but it's the way it's gotta be&lt;br /&gt;I made myself a promise in the depths of my mind&lt;br /&gt;One I plan to keep. One I plan to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a desert is forming at the bottom of my sea&lt;br /&gt;But there isn't a cactus, it's only me&lt;br /&gt;Not plants or fish, nothing I care to see&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to survive after diving so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I really shouldn't continue&lt;br /&gt;Down this broken road but it's the way it's gotta be&lt;br /&gt;I made myself a promise in the depths of my mind&lt;br /&gt;One I plan to keep. One I plan to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings should surface but I don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;My waking moments should be filled with meaning&lt;br /&gt;So  I try thinking about the future while I lay under the stars&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to make someone happy, wherever they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I really shouldn't continue&lt;br /&gt;Down this broken road but it's the way it's gotta be&lt;br /&gt;I made myself a promise in the depths of my mind&lt;br /&gt;One I plan to keep. One I plan to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wasn't excited about this one, it really felt kind of forced. Maybe because it is 2:25 in the morning and I have pt in two hours...hmmm. Psh, nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Chords:&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;E (12th fret) - D#5 (10th fret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;|B|F#|x3&lt;br /&gt;|B-F#|E|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;|C#m|G#m|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7704806988002298341?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/7704806988002298341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-fourth-song-empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7704806988002298341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7704806988002298341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-fourth-song-empty.html' title='December is Raucus (Fourth Song: Empty Promise'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7073263252345518584</id><published>2009-12-02T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:15:12.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is Raucus (Third Song: How the Story Goes)</title><content type='html'>Third installment (of seven, yay!) for week one of my adventure. I have no idea how this month is going to turn out. I have this churning feeling that I might fail the week I head out for a vacation, *gulp*. Confidence is what is keeping me go. This song is a ukulele song. I kind of hope the song is self explanatory. (But I'll explain a little of what I was going for at the end for those who are curious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How the Story Goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I sing the greatest songs that I've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;But I never write them, not a single word&lt;br /&gt;My pencil's always far away, so there's nothing on my paper&lt;br /&gt;I just convince myself I'll write it down later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's...How the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;How it ends... Everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days pass me by in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;All that's left to do is sit here and cry&lt;br /&gt;I've got nowhere to go no one left to see&lt;br /&gt;My heart's been broken and my mind is on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's...How the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;How it ends...Everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few lines are the hardest to write&lt;br /&gt;Forcing us to stare blankly all night&lt;br /&gt;Tears{or:Ideas} falling down like snowflakes in a flurry&lt;br /&gt;Melting away from me in such a hurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's...How the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;How it ends...I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;{or:How it ends...How I wish I didn't know}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of my stories of songwriting. The strain to put down in words what you're are feeling in your head is immensely difficult, especially when you are as limited in your vocabulary and line structure as I am. I guess its the three stages, I don't know. Maybe I'll make a second one later to really deepen my struggle with this. It's actually why I'm challenging myself like this in the first place. By writing so many songs, I'm bound to have a few I thoroughly enjoy and I will learn from everyone of them. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two in one day, making the weekend easier :-D,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night all,&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Chords (on the uke):&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;G-Bm (per line)&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;A (up from G)&lt;br /&gt;A7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7073263252345518584?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/7073263252345518584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-third-song-how-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7073263252345518584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7073263252345518584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-third-song-how-story.html' title='December is Raucus (Third Song: How the Story Goes)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-5633675227736155763</id><published>2009-12-02T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:15:33.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is Raucus (Second Song: Gotta Find a Way)</title><content type='html'>This is the second installment, first week. *Gulp*&lt;br /&gt;This one is about my worries about passing this semester. I spent last night counting up all my grades to see what I needed to do to keep my scholarship and not get kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta Find a Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Finals a week away but I'm still awake in bed&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling all these thoughts in my head&lt;br /&gt;Counting numbers summing grade I gotta find a way&lt;br /&gt;To get that A, so that I can stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glance at the Clock, its a quarter to three&lt;br /&gt;Nine days more that I'll be free From all this&lt;br /&gt;Counting numbers summing grades I have to find a way&lt;br /&gt;To pass this class before I get forced back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have paid attention, I missed a few assignments&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to know, I couldn't retry them Cause Now I'm&lt;br /&gt;Counting numbers summing grades I gotta find a way&lt;br /&gt;Learn what its all about before I get kicked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't worry this much, I'm only 18&lt;br /&gt;I have a million days left to live a whole life left to dream&lt;br /&gt;But I'm being pushed to do these things I don't enjoy&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never use this so, whats the point in&lt;br /&gt;Counting numbers summing grades I gotta find a way&lt;br /&gt;To get that A because I really want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make progress with the audio playing to. I am forcing myself to record all these both for prosperity and to ensure I'm actually writing lyrics instead of my lazy form of a poem with any rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, until tomorrow (or later to day if I'm feeling extra special)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-5633675227736155763?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/5633675227736155763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-second-song-gotta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5633675227736155763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5633675227736155763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-second-song-gotta.html' title='December is Raucus (Second Song: Gotta Find a Way)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-881627246302150334</id><published>2009-12-01T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:16:08.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is Raucus (First song is I Didn't Mean It)</title><content type='html'>In order to motivate myself to actually write more often and hopefully improve myself in the process, I'm am going to do 7 songs a week until the end of December. *gasp* I plan to do at least double that, at least to start off with, but it won't matter how many I do the first week, the second week the whole thing starts over again. It should be both exciting and depressing for me. Its my attempt at something since I couldn't afford to do NaNoWriMo this year because of school *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Song is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do I love you like I love myself&lt;br /&gt;or Do I hate you like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Was there something in the words I say&lt;br /&gt;To make you turn and run away&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean it...No no I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word that I say to you&lt;br /&gt;Comes back to haunt me in a day or two&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'd think about when I open my mouth&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't help myself, They all come out&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean it...No no I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years later still singing that song&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one day you'll come and sing along&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak loud than words ain't that right?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it speech that mattered tonight&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean it...No no I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added (hopefully) an embedded, crappy, recording of the song. In an effort to keep myself on track, I will record as many as I can. I recommend not hitting the play button... I warned you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-881627246302150334?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/881627246302150334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-first-song-is-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/881627246302150334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/881627246302150334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-raucus-first-song-is-i.html' title='December is Raucus (First song is I Didn&apos;t Mean It)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-1654533719430454428</id><published>2009-11-30T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:28:50.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ostracized</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to say before this one. Minus that I should probably put up videos with the songs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chips are falling From the sky&lt;br /&gt;As I make my Cookie dough pie&lt;br /&gt;I set the table Turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the perfect time But no one's with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing&lt;br /&gt;That I've become&lt;br /&gt;I've been ostracized&lt;br /&gt;And pushed aside&lt;br /&gt;Demoralized&lt;br /&gt;No one looks in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop the bottle And chug it down&lt;br /&gt;I hear cheers in the background&lt;br /&gt;Voices getting louder Sounding like a riot&lt;br /&gt;But the videos out of time And all goes quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-1654533719430454428?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/1654533719430454428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/ostracized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1654533719430454428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1654533719430454428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/ostracized.html' title='Ostracized'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-4459523256534058381</id><published>2009-11-20T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:54:48.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Widowed</title><content type='html'>I wrote this song with a ukulele in my hands. Unfortunately, I have no idea what the chords were but I do have a general idea of how the vocal melody went (not that I could at all pull it off...but, well, you know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Widowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are long but the debt is paid&lt;br /&gt;One last chance for me to relay&lt;br /&gt;This message I've been given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on the truth with what we've been through&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need someway to prove&lt;br /&gt;So that I may be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop won't stop until you hear what I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;Please here it through my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you miss you; eyes left undry&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you no tear left uncried&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop relivin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away with all this mistrust&lt;br /&gt;No one left here for me to lust&lt;br /&gt;I need you to fill in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop won't stop until you hear what I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;Please here it through my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left you without a call or a letter&lt;br /&gt;and Nothing siad would make this better&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you will uncover&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind this my lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm fairly certain the chords were somethings along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;|F|G|C|G|&lt;br /&gt;|Dm-Am|Em-Am|&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;A Cluster of Dm/Em and Majors ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-4459523256534058381?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/4459523256534058381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/widowed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4459523256534058381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4459523256534058381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/widowed.html' title='The Widowed'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-423123631581610772</id><published>2009-11-20T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:32:12.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings that I'm Feeling</title><content type='html'>I sat for 45 minutes in front of my dorm room door thinking when all of a sudden this thought popped into my brain, I ran like a tiny squirrel who had just seen the tastiest nut on the other side of a playground, scampering down slides, over swingsets, across those silly spring animal things (you know what I'm talking about) to get exactly what he desires. Bear in mind this was 7:40 in the morning, so my roommate was still passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feelings that I'm Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my face a' smilin'&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I see yours, Yeah I see yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do in the mornin'&lt;br /&gt;Too many days spent yearnin'&lt;br /&gt;Just to be yours, Yeah to be yours (with these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings...&lt;br /&gt;imaginary little feelings&lt;br /&gt;So real to me&lt;br /&gt;But no one else believes&lt;br /&gt;These....&lt;br /&gt;little imaginary&lt;br /&gt;Feelings hiding deep&lt;br /&gt;Inside me (/Chorus end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find the reason&lt;br /&gt;For these feelings that I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Down in my core, Deep in my core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was meant to understand&lt;br /&gt;This random act of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew...I wish it was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this always happen to be&lt;br /&gt;The bitter end to this story&lt;br /&gt;Left wanting more, Left with nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm without you&lt;br /&gt;And you aren't sure who&lt;br /&gt;I really am inside&lt;br /&gt;This man that I try to hide (with these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Faster)&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait did you look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hands brush, feet touch my stomach cannot lie&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to breath, I cannot see (because of these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Capo-ed at the 3&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;|C-G|D|&lt;br /&gt;|C-F|C|&lt;br /&gt;|G|Am|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;|C|Em-Asus|x3&lt;br /&gt;|G-D|C|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus Thing:&lt;br /&gt;|C|G|D|F|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;PS. This has to be the main reason for my desire to sing now. It is probably my favorite song...like ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-423123631581610772?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/423123631581610772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-sat-for-45-minutes-in-front-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/423123631581610772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/423123631581610772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-sat-for-45-minutes-in-front-of-my.html' title='Feelings that I&apos;m Feeling'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3883040380018605108</id><published>2009-11-20T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:46:36.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's Song (Friendship)</title><content type='html'>I wrote this song for a good friend of mine that is so very far away today. (I wrote it last weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years we've spent together,&lt;br /&gt;They've felt like forever and&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about it all&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to write it down to&lt;br /&gt;Turn that frown upside down&lt;br /&gt;But my pen has slowed to a crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've laughed and we've cried&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things just&lt;br /&gt;Don't seem right&lt;br /&gt;but our friendship has lasted&lt;br /&gt;We won't ever try to trash it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause true friends never falter&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for me to halt here (Shoulda been hur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From frisbee trowin to guitar jammin&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I've been planning&lt;br /&gt;To say but I'm afraid I will fall&lt;br /&gt;Short on anything that matters most, things we cannot toat to&lt;br /&gt;you've never failed to answer my calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've laughed and we've cried&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things just&lt;br /&gt;Don't seem right&lt;br /&gt;but our friendship has lasted&lt;br /&gt;We won't ever try to trash it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause true friends never falter&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for me to halt here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had our fights&lt;br /&gt;Wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;We've shot on sight&lt;br /&gt;But without spite&lt;br /&gt;We will stay tight&lt;br /&gt;No more contrite&lt;br /&gt;This will incite&lt;br /&gt;A slight delight&lt;br /&gt;For you to know&lt;br /&gt;We will be&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've laughed and we've cried&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things just&lt;br /&gt;Don't seem right&lt;br /&gt;but our friendship has lasted&lt;br /&gt;We won't ever try to trash it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause true friends never falter&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for me to halt here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chords:&lt;br /&gt;Capoed 2nd Fret&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;|E|A-B|E|A,B-C#m|C#m|&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;|F#m-G#m|(x2)&lt;br /&gt;|C#m|E-A|B|A-E&lt;br /&gt;(E chord takes you into next verse set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;|G|D|C|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last chorus was supposed to be:&lt;br /&gt;|Am-Bm|(x2)&lt;br /&gt;|Em|G-C|D|A-C|&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3883040380018605108?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3883040380018605108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/alexs-song-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3883040380018605108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3883040380018605108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/alexs-song-friendship.html' title='Alex&apos;s Song (Friendship)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6176107379022864818</id><published>2009-11-20T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:12:38.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last December</title><content type='html'>I wrote this song last December while at a mountain house. The song is pretty self-explanatory (and not very good). I actually think this is my first real attempt at a song... depending on how you define "real".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bother writing down chords other than to say its in the key of G and extremely lazily (or simply) done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't forget Cory&lt;br /&gt;To remind me&lt;br /&gt;to remind your parents&lt;br /&gt;to stop by the lodge&lt;br /&gt;to pick up my mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;to pick up my beanie hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget Cory&lt;br /&gt;to send me the link&lt;br /&gt;to the video a---bout (couldn't think of enough syllables)&lt;br /&gt;the elevator&lt;br /&gt;and the squeaky squea&lt;/span&gt;k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6176107379022864818?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6176107379022864818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6176107379022864818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6176107379022864818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-december.html' title='Last December'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6142222583447169096</id><published>2009-11-14T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:19:26.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I Dream Of You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When Every night comes around&lt;br /&gt;and I think I hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;I know its you, I know that its you&lt;br /&gt;So I rush to my bed&lt;br /&gt;and I think of what you said&lt;br /&gt;Will  I get to see, will I now get to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we be good again&lt;br /&gt;Cuz whenever I think of then&lt;br /&gt;my legs go numb, my legs they go numb&lt;br /&gt;All the memories that I cherish&lt;br /&gt;All the times that we kissed&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget, I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running out to the shore&lt;br /&gt;hoping for something more&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes I'm alone, Nothing comes now I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to leave my lament&lt;br /&gt;But it's everything that I sent&lt;br /&gt;You never replied, no you never reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Possible end chorus)&lt;br /&gt;So I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Getting some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll be with you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6142222583447169096?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6142222583447169096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dream-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6142222583447169096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6142222583447169096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dream-of-you.html' title='I Dream of You'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8979122848751887321</id><published>2009-11-04T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:20:32.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Coming Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not Coming Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Em____Am&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely okay&lt;br /&gt;Em____Am&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many thoughts that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Em_____Am&lt;br /&gt;Afraid....so many thoughts I need&lt;br /&gt;Em_____Am&lt;br /&gt;to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em___Am&lt;br /&gt;We all feel like this sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Em________Am&lt;br /&gt;When we are going out of our&lt;br /&gt;Em_____Am&lt;br /&gt;minds.... just screaming for some&lt;br /&gt;Em_____Am&lt;br /&gt;time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All barre chords here)&lt;br /&gt;G_____C____F_____G (strumming)&lt;br /&gt;So I will lock myself away (x3 on third draw out away)&lt;br /&gt;______D________C (one strum each)&lt;br /&gt;with a pen and some paper&lt;br /&gt;______F________C&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not coming out&lt;br /&gt;______F________C&lt;br /&gt;no I'm not coming out&lt;br /&gt;__F_________C&lt;br /&gt;I'm not coming out til I'm&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em_______Am&lt;br /&gt;I remember old times way back when&lt;br /&gt;Em__________Am&lt;br /&gt;Last November things should be like&lt;br /&gt;Em____Am&lt;br /&gt;then....before all of this&lt;br /&gt;stench...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em_______Am&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not totally sure now&lt;br /&gt;Em____________Am&lt;br /&gt;How much longer that I can&lt;br /&gt;Em____Am&lt;br /&gt;allow... myself to stay&lt;br /&gt;Em____Am&lt;br /&gt;out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E________________A&lt;br /&gt;Just write it out and you'll survive&lt;br /&gt;E_______________A&lt;br /&gt;Just write it out and you'll be fine (both lines x2)&lt;br /&gt;E______D_______A&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on, give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on, give it some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on come one, give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Til I'm okay (finish on c)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8979122848751887321?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8979122848751887321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-coming-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8979122848751887321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8979122848751887321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-coming-out.html' title='I&apos;m not Coming Out'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-4395549572228780865</id><published>2009-09-06T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:03:30.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You should be falling for me</title><content type='html'>This is my attempt at a verse/refrain song. That's where the first or last two lines of a verse are the refrain (repeated bits).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Should Be Falling For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are dim&lt;br /&gt;And our warmth is closing in&lt;br /&gt;Our world's are&lt;br /&gt;coming together&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You should be falling for me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You should be falling for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to walk in the park&lt;br /&gt;Until hours after dark&lt;br /&gt;Until the day that I wish&lt;br /&gt;Had never existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you left me on the road&lt;br /&gt;You're feelings towards me had gone cold&lt;br /&gt;What do I need to do&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can be with you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't see&lt;br /&gt;You should be falling for me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You should be falling for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I always think about you&lt;br /&gt;and all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get you&lt;br /&gt;out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;What should I say?&lt;br /&gt;To keep you from running away&lt;br /&gt;I'm up all day and night&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of just the words to make this right&lt;br /&gt;I just can't let you out of my sight&lt;br /&gt;out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't see&lt;br /&gt;You should be falling for me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You should be falling for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse- G#-F#-C#-G#&lt;br /&gt;Refrain - A#m-D#m/C# A#m E#m/D#m/C#&lt;br /&gt;Bridge - (Can be excited playing or finger-picking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-4395549572228780865?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/4395549572228780865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-should-be-falling-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4395549572228780865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4395549572228780865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-should-be-falling-for-me.html' title='You should be falling for me'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-9160792232912726165</id><published>2009-08-24T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:51:52.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of The House Mouse</title><content type='html'>Its a bit of a childish song but I like it anyway. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses are C-E with a capo on the 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mouse ate all my cheese&lt;br /&gt;The Mouse was very me to me&lt;br /&gt;That Mouse got into my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;The Mouse is now ready for a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse is in my house  (Am)&lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't seem to want to leave (Bm)&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try (Em)&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I cry (F-G-F-G)&lt;br /&gt;He just doesn't want to leave. (Bm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse just brought all his friends&lt;br /&gt;That mouse doesn't want this to end&lt;br /&gt;Now the mice just run amuck&lt;br /&gt;Those mice will soon run out of luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse is in my house&lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't seem to want to leave&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I cry&lt;br /&gt;He just doesn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse drove me insane&lt;br /&gt;The mouse caused me so much pane&lt;br /&gt;That mouse is no longer pleased&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mouse ate the wrong piece of cheese (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mouse was in my house&lt;br /&gt;and he didn't seem to want to leave&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I tried&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I cried&lt;br /&gt;He just didn't want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he gone forever&lt;br /&gt;We shall never meet again&lt;br /&gt;And the house feels quite alone&lt;br /&gt;Without a mouse to call it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-9160792232912726165?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/9160792232912726165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-of-house-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/9160792232912726165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/9160792232912726165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-of-house-mouse.html' title='The Story of The House Mouse'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-175711160828598061</id><published>2009-08-07T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:22:39.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Good Around You</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I am locked inside this room&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;All this time I've been alone&lt;br /&gt;You left me standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that we're together&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Should I let things change&lt;br /&gt;like you want them to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[C]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to make me feel so blue&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I feel so... good... around you.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in the park&lt;br /&gt;We were talking until dark&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to your place&lt;br /&gt;And you gave me a warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;What could I do?&lt;br /&gt;I was so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[C]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to make me feel so blue&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I feel so... good... around you.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep every night&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we were&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know we won't last forever&lt;br /&gt;Because forever is way too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[C]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to make me feel so blue&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I feel so... good... around you.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-175711160828598061?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/175711160828598061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-good-around-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/175711160828598061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/175711160828598061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-good-around-you.html' title='So Good Around You'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2651274341284335613</id><published>2009-08-07T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:14:18.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>Depression hurts, or at least I think it does. I don't know why, but this song seems to be very sad. I didn't intend to write like this but I was up at 1 so I really can't blame the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I needed some inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Something to write down&lt;br /&gt;and I tried&lt;br /&gt;to see if anyone around&lt;br /&gt;could help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone different&lt;br /&gt;in my little train of thought (choo choo, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;a new face, a new lie&lt;br /&gt;a new thought to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[C]&lt;br /&gt;What was left of all this?&lt;br /&gt;Why does nothing change?&lt;br /&gt;This room is empty&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts are blank&lt;br /&gt;~but I can see my...&lt;br /&gt;dreams.~ (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed some change&lt;br /&gt;a scenery of colors I've&lt;br /&gt;never, seen before&lt;br /&gt;of lights and darks&lt;br /&gt;to lay out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a beginning&lt;br /&gt;to morph this end&lt;br /&gt;a little of this and&lt;br /&gt;a little of that&lt;br /&gt;and you, can see me friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[C]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare that left me&lt;br /&gt;in the dark&lt;br /&gt;has shaken this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that has sparked&lt;br /&gt;a long, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;when things were what they were&lt;br /&gt;and people were what they wanted&lt;br /&gt;to be&lt;br /&gt;and I could be&lt;br /&gt;me. but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[C]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2651274341284335613?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2651274341284335613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/08/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2651274341284335613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2651274341284335613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/08/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6731223895456591698</id><published>2009-08-07T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:09:19.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ukelele Song (D-A-G-D)</title><content type='html'>With a cool new uke, I figured a simple song would be good to start out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D-A-G-D (A uke track)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've got nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;This friendship is no disguise&lt;br /&gt;My true feelings&lt;br /&gt;Are on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;When I'm behind your steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;Let's me know&lt;br /&gt;Our true purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll keep that for later&lt;br /&gt;Because there's nothing greater&lt;br /&gt;Than exactly&lt;br /&gt;What the truth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6731223895456591698?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6731223895456591698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/08/ukelele-song-d-g-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6731223895456591698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6731223895456591698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/08/ukelele-song-d-g-d.html' title='A Ukelele Song (D-A-G-D)'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2535470496567844146</id><published>2009-05-10T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:21:20.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems Sometimes</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have much if anything to say about this one. This one comes from me writing a riff (if you can call it that) that I liked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seems Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems sometimes&lt;br /&gt;That I lose focus&lt;br /&gt;And become what I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems sometimes&lt;br /&gt;That when I look&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems sometimes&lt;br /&gt;That my lies&lt;br /&gt;just come back to laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am misconstrued, Confused&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this place&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to Consider&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I feel so bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems somewhere&lt;br /&gt;there's gotta be people&lt;br /&gt;Who feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There are places&lt;br /&gt;for all of us to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There is a man&lt;br /&gt;Who could tell me everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am misconstrued, Confused&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this place&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to Consider&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I feel so bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta get up&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get out&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get up&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get out&lt;br /&gt;Its getting harder and harder&lt;br /&gt;to believe.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am misconstrued, Confused&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this place&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to Consider&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I feel so bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems sometimes&lt;br /&gt;That I will be here&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2535470496567844146?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2535470496567844146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/05/seems-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2535470496567844146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2535470496567844146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/05/seems-sometimes.html' title='Seems Sometimes'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7270469654213390208</id><published>2009-05-10T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:14:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word to Remember</title><content type='html'>I know how stupid the first couple lines sound together. I mean, obviously if they're words to remember, its so you won't forget, but whatever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Words to Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some words to remember&lt;br /&gt;So that you won't forget her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile (her smile)&lt;br /&gt;He laugh (her laugh)&lt;br /&gt;The way she makes you lose track&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts (her thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;Her tears (her tears)&lt;br /&gt;The way she turns minutes into years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;like everything that happens is unreal&lt;br /&gt;And when she goes away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you here alone&lt;br /&gt;This is what I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some words to remember&lt;br /&gt;Some words to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes (her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Her dance (her dance)&lt;br /&gt;The way she puts you in a trance&lt;br /&gt;Her hair (her hair)&lt;br /&gt;Her touch (her touch)&lt;br /&gt;The way she bring in all that luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;like everything that happens is unreal&lt;br /&gt;And when she goes away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you here alone&lt;br /&gt;This is what I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some words to remember&lt;br /&gt;Some words to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Some words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7270469654213390208?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/7270469654213390208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/05/word-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7270469654213390208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7270469654213390208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/05/word-to-remember.html' title='Word to Remember'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-9136270220800204872</id><published>2009-05-10T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:42:44.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Right</title><content type='html'>I wrote this song sitting on the back porch thinking (something I rarely do). I had my guitar and had a chord progression going and was like, oh cool. And this is what came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything is Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do, what do you say,&lt;br /&gt;When everything goes your way?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think about what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you not care at all&lt;br /&gt;and think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is right&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything to change&lt;br /&gt;Whats happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, everything is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it all crashes down&lt;br /&gt;Your cards have fallen, you lost you crown&lt;br /&gt;You realized all was fake&lt;br /&gt;How much more can you take&lt;br /&gt;and still say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is right&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything to change&lt;br /&gt;Whats happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, everything is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all turns around&lt;br /&gt;You've got no reason to frown&lt;br /&gt;You can jump up, jump up&lt;br /&gt;and yell out, yell out&lt;br /&gt;one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is right&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything to change&lt;br /&gt;Whats happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, everything is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-9136270220800204872?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/9136270220800204872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-is-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/9136270220800204872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/9136270220800204872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-is-right.html' title='Everything is Right'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-5219705955306922481</id><published>2009-03-26T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:15:19.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Girl</title><content type='html'>Having really nothing to do with a blonde girl, except that I wrote it for her... The song is meant to have a bit of humor to it, but it may be lost in context *shrug*. The ending is meant to have a bit of a guitar instrumental followed by chorus bit once more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blonde Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cliche songs&lt;br /&gt;I mean, where's the girls in thongs&lt;br /&gt;that stay up all night long&lt;br /&gt;And let me tap that...gong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I'm running out of rhymes&lt;br /&gt;to get my words out in time&lt;br /&gt;before I run off the line&lt;br /&gt;and hit...a land mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Where's the subject&lt;br /&gt;What's the point&lt;br /&gt;to this creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you upset,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;To my...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday[EOC]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left her out&lt;br /&gt;of this on purpose&lt;br /&gt;Making her wonder&lt;br /&gt;I hope this doesn't make me dateless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't have everything&lt;br /&gt;I always say&lt;br /&gt;Well, no I don't&lt;br /&gt;Here's to that, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;(guitar)&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Update: I now have enough cords to finally start recording my guitar, you should be excited right? Hopefully I can start finishing songs woop woop :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-5219705955306922481?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/5219705955306922481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5219705955306922481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/5219705955306922481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-girl.html' title='Blonde Girl'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7601693382210964886</id><published>2009-03-23T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:36:17.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>This kinda came out more like a poem, but I like it anyway :). Sort of depressing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Story - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd write a song&lt;br /&gt;to make all the wind blow.&lt;br /&gt;A song of a story,&lt;br /&gt;told a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One where the old men&lt;br /&gt;spend all of their time&lt;br /&gt;searching and searching&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young women look&lt;br /&gt;to the skies for assistance&lt;br /&gt;praying for some guidance&lt;br /&gt;but it seems no one listens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children laugh&lt;br /&gt;and sing as they play&lt;br /&gt;clueless to everything&lt;br /&gt;around them astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time&lt;br /&gt;the story's still the same&lt;br /&gt;they all needed someone&lt;br /&gt;but no one came&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;So we need to change&lt;br /&gt;how this thing goes&lt;br /&gt;we need to change&lt;br /&gt;how thing will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a solution&lt;br /&gt;that'll work for this&lt;br /&gt;but I know you don't&lt;br /&gt;believe this problem exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just help me through&lt;br /&gt;believe in me&lt;br /&gt;and I'll change the world&lt;br /&gt;like the wind in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Just talk to them baby&lt;br /&gt;And see what they need&lt;br /&gt;Some guidance, some direction&lt;br /&gt;And they too will be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know the questions&lt;br /&gt;And you will find&lt;br /&gt;the problems that you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Aren't one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry girl&lt;br /&gt;Just talk to us&lt;br /&gt;You'll find people here&lt;br /&gt;who you can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - G#/Abm - A - B&lt;br /&gt;E - G#/Abm - A - E&lt;br /&gt;E - G#/Abm - A - C#/Dbm&lt;br /&gt;E - G#/Abm - A - E&lt;br /&gt;E - G#/Abm - A - B&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;E5 - G#5 - E5 - A5&lt;br /&gt;E5 - G#5 - A5 - B5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7601693382210964886?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/7601693382210964886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7601693382210964886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7601693382210964886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3503010162328409838</id><published>2009-03-15T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:44:16.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Hero</title><content type='html'>Another Song by a friend of mine. She doesn't like it but I do. I guess it depends on your tastes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her Hero - NG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[spoken]&lt;br /&gt;She was locked away&lt;br /&gt;In a room by her parents&lt;br /&gt;She sit's at the window&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for her prince to come&lt;br /&gt;She's a modern day princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sing]&lt;br /&gt;She's sick of all those stupid boys&lt;br /&gt;That try to come and rescue her&lt;br /&gt;They're all the same to her&lt;br /&gt;their not what she needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;She need's a hero&lt;br /&gt;To come and take her away&lt;br /&gt;Ya, she need's a hero&lt;br /&gt;No ordinary boy will do&lt;br /&gt;He's gatta be&lt;br /&gt;Faster, stronger, smarter&lt;br /&gt;Than all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Then he'll be her hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll come and sweep&lt;br /&gt;Her off her feet&lt;br /&gt;He'll be the one to&lt;br /&gt;Make everything better&lt;br /&gt;Guard her from danger&lt;br /&gt;Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..&lt;br /&gt;Ya i...&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3503010162328409838?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3503010162328409838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/her-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3503010162328409838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3503010162328409838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/her-hero.html' title='Her Hero'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-8354727937097492963</id><published>2009-03-15T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:34:33.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Behind</title><content type='html'>My next song. I figured once I get enough of these, a bass and a nice mic, I will attempt to record them. My voice isn't good in person, but its hilarious over the mic. Anyone, enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Left Behind:&lt;br /&gt;Verses:&lt;br /&gt;(Arpeggiate) Em - C - Am - Am&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;(Strum) Am - C - Am - C - Em/G/Dm - Em/G/Dm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered through the fields&lt;br /&gt;And what did I find&lt;br /&gt;But another piece of history&lt;br /&gt;Lost in Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go back&lt;br /&gt;I look at what I've found:&lt;br /&gt;The happiness of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Who's fallen down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been left behind&lt;br /&gt;For someone like me to find.&lt;br /&gt;But, its seems, no matter how&lt;br /&gt;hard I try,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem&lt;br /&gt;to let it in.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem&lt;br /&gt;to let it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the city streets&lt;br /&gt;just looking for something to eat&lt;br /&gt;and again what did I find&lt;br /&gt;but a man in his disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hid his face from the world.&lt;br /&gt;His old life left at the door.&lt;br /&gt;He left it for something more.&lt;br /&gt;Where did it go? (no one knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been left behind&lt;br /&gt;For someone like me to find.&lt;br /&gt;But, its seems, no matter how&lt;br /&gt;hard I try,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem&lt;br /&gt;to let it in.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem&lt;br /&gt;to let it in.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-8354727937097492963?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/8354727937097492963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/left-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8354727937097492963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/8354727937097492963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/left-behind.html' title='Left Behind'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-6412555903977500972</id><published>2009-03-02T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:26:41.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwin Up - AA</title><content type='html'>Apparently I have a little fancy with breaking walls? Depressing song that I wrote about a week ago but never got around to putting it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Screwin Up - Awkward Aardvark&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When the walls were breaking&lt;br /&gt;I felt my life running away....&lt;br /&gt;And the way things are going&lt;br /&gt;I figured this is what I should say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've screwed up&lt;br /&gt;and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;here I'll show it.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me today....&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for you to stay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;It's okay&lt;br /&gt;nothing's fair&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me today....&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for you to stay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me in all this shame&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave&lt;br /&gt;[Breakdown]&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe your here.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-6412555903977500972?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/6412555903977500972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/screwin-up-aa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6412555903977500972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/6412555903977500972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/screwin-up-aa.html' title='Screwin Up - AA'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-7558465179991941255</id><published>2009-03-02T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:21:40.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends - AA</title><content type='html'>This is what you get sitting in school when your friends are depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Friends - Awkward Aardark&lt;br /&gt;I woke up one day&lt;br /&gt;to find all my things gone&lt;br /&gt;All she left me&lt;br /&gt;was this damn song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So giving thanks to her&lt;br /&gt;I'll ring it out&lt;br /&gt;Its got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;with what its about&lt;br /&gt;but I'll sing it anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the walls&lt;br /&gt;&gt;are crashing in&lt;br /&gt;and this time&lt;br /&gt;seems like the end&lt;br /&gt;You've got friends&lt;br /&gt;you can depend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your dreams&lt;br /&gt;turn to nightmares&lt;br /&gt;and when your friends&lt;br /&gt;don't seem to care&lt;br /&gt;You've got it wrong&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I wrote this song&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-7558465179991941255?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/7558465179991941255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends-aa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7558465179991941255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/7558465179991941255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends-aa.html' title='Friends - AA'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-3138763106594469059</id><published>2009-02-28T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:47:27.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I - NG</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine wrote this song to the tune of "Climb" - Miley Cyrus. When she sent me the lyrics I had no idea so I wrote the tune out totally different. I kinda like mine better (because I'm biased hehe). Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Should I? - NG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a voice inside my head&lt;br /&gt;And its saying that were pointless&lt;br /&gt;That I should just move on&lt;br /&gt;And leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;But what if that’s not what&lt;br /&gt;What if that’s not what I want?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there through it all?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;There’s always ganna be something&lt;br /&gt;That’s trying to stand in our way&lt;br /&gt;Will you be here when the sun comes up?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there when the sun goes down?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about what’s wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about what they think at all&lt;br /&gt;Its something I gatta do&lt;br /&gt;Should I move on from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step we take and&lt;br /&gt;Every move we make feels so&lt;br /&gt;Lost and im confused&lt;br /&gt;Will you please help me through?&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;Move on&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-3138763106594469059?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/3138763106594469059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-i-ng.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3138763106594469059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/3138763106594469059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-i-ng.html' title='Should I - NG'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-2467916005631726463</id><published>2009-01-29T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:10:27.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A&amp;Q</title><content type='html'>I’m not sure what I was going on here. This is another one of those songs written in school. I didn’t know how to say “Extend this word damnit!”, so …. is what I came up with. Hope ya’ll like it. I figured I would try a drop d with this first, see how that went, and if not, maybe just a good ol’ fashion half-step down. Here you guys go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&amp;amp;Q – Awkward Aardvark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I…. Don’t wanna be controlled&lt;br /&gt;And I…. Don’t need to be told&lt;br /&gt;I…. know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;So I…. won’t listen to you man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why…. Do you think you know&lt;br /&gt;What you…. Can’t control&lt;br /&gt;It…. Won’t change anything&lt;br /&gt;So leave….me so I can sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you coming from?&lt;br /&gt;With these thoughts, these conclusions&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you’ve got it right&lt;br /&gt;With these problems, these solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I…. keep on thinking&lt;br /&gt;That I’ll…. Run away&lt;br /&gt;But I know….&lt;br /&gt;That I’ll be here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;But please, please let me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please let me go!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will really enjoy making this song an actual song when I get the chance. I have a whole week without parents to just mess around, so hehe. Hope ya'll like this one too. I really wanna get some other peoples songs, mine feel so lonely. Plus some feedback. Anyway, see ya later peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-2467916005631726463?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/2467916005631726463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2467916005631726463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/2467916005631726463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='A&amp;Q'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-1487143836113193480</id><published>2009-01-29T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:56:52.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave of the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have an effects pedal for my guitar with some really good and some really weird effects. I have messed around with pretty much all of them and really wanted to find a reason to use one call “Stellar” (I think?). It’s this really funky sounding Sci-Fi tone and very unusual. So I figured I would write some lyrics, make the song, and throw it in. I will work really hard to get the song recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wave of the Future - Awkward Aarvark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wave of the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents the problems -- of the past&lt;br /&gt;we need a different solution&lt;br /&gt;to get what we lost back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the truth unfolds&lt;br /&gt;It changes what we know&lt;br /&gt;We don’t know what to do, what to say&lt;br /&gt;We’ll say it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We have ideas&lt;br /&gt;We’ll help our mothers&lt;br /&gt;We have the truth&lt;br /&gt;We’ll help our fathers too&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look to the past for redemption&lt;br /&gt;It won’t come back for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spoken)&lt;br /&gt;What you thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;Can help another few&lt;br /&gt;Just the way, find the way&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll help them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We have ideas&lt;br /&gt;We’ll help our mothers&lt;br /&gt;We have the truth&lt;br /&gt;We’ll help our fathers too&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look to the past for redemption&lt;br /&gt;It won’t come back for you&lt;div&gt;Here are the tabs for the basic single guitar verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;B&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D/7-7-7-10-10-9-9-7-7-7-10-10-9-9-7-7-7-10-10-9-9-7-7-7-10-10-9-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A/8-8-8-8--8--8-8-8-8-8-8--8--8-8-8-8-8-8--8--8-8-8-8-8-8--8--8-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure exactly if that’s what I was looking for, but I kinda like it anyway. What about ya’ll. I guess you really need to hear it to get thoughts but w/e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-1487143836113193480?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/1487143836113193480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/01/wave-of-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1487143836113193480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1487143836113193480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/01/wave-of-future.html' title='Wave of the Future'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-1344269365734640618</id><published>2009-01-25T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:09:08.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Relax</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I was going for with this song. I liked the chorus so I kind of threw some verses around it. I would love to know what you think. I can try and record my rendition on my terrible mic if you would like (hehe, that rhymes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"terrible"&lt;/span&gt;). So here ya'll are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Relax - Awkward Aardvark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know and I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever you want with your hair&lt;br /&gt;Have some fun, get some laughs&lt;br /&gt;Do what you can while lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;and Have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of this, and little bit of that&lt;br /&gt;Its all I can before this world goes splat&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to worry, nothin really wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've got what I want, just put thong(and sing it with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;and Have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try our hardest, do our best&lt;br /&gt;to get above all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see, your just like me&lt;br /&gt;We'll get togther, don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;and Have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting, a little carried away&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I don't what to say, So I'll&lt;br /&gt;Give you this, one last verse before&lt;br /&gt;I shut it down and jump in hearse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;and Have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Just Relax, Just Relax&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-1344269365734640618?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/1344269365734640618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1344269365734640618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/1344269365734640618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-relax.html' title='Just Relax'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578853365102483095.post-4484736701161852028</id><published>2009-01-23T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:07:06.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay With Me</title><content type='html'>Well, here is my first song I have actually got at least halfway decent. I don't know if you get the right effect without the singing but hey, its better than hearing me do it anyway :). I know this has a meaning to me, and I am working on how to put it into words. It seems pretty much self explanatory anyway. The song is in the key of C major. I'll throw down the chords I use for it when I finally complete the song. So here you go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay With Me - Awkward Aardvark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G     Cadd9&lt;br /&gt;Every time&lt;br /&gt;  G    Cadd9&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;  G      Cadd9&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;    G         Cadd9&lt;br /&gt;You stay with me&lt;br /&gt;G     Cadd9&lt;br /&gt;and I try oh how I try&lt;br /&gt;G     Cadd9&lt;br /&gt;and I try oh how I try&lt;br /&gt;G     Cadd9    D&lt;br /&gt;to be what you always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Em        C         Am    Em&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stay with me today.&lt;br /&gt;        Em        C         Am    Em      &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby won't you stay with me o yay.&lt;br /&gt;Em        C         Am    Em&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stay with me today&lt;br /&gt;         Em       C         Am       D7&lt;br /&gt;and I'll show you what this life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life,&lt;br /&gt;I've got this feelin'&lt;br /&gt;that your mine&lt;br /&gt;but you must be stealin&lt;br /&gt;my heart my soul away&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be here, be here to stay&lt;br /&gt;for you,&lt;br /&gt;if you want me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stay with me today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby won't you stay with me o yay.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stay with me today&lt;br /&gt;and I'll show you what this life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That's pretty much it. Not terribly exciting or cool or what ev, but eh :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578853365102483095-4484736701161852028?l=mrtsonglist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/feeds/4484736701161852028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/01/stay-with-me-mark-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4484736701161852028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578853365102483095/posts/default/4484736701161852028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtsonglist.blogspot.com/2009/01/stay-with-me-mark-t.html' title='Stay With Me'/><author><name>Mark T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058116263402270774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hptRZnnsOb8/SWwg0J9TgpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObX-VJCxpTw/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
