<?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-20288590</id><updated>2011-06-07T08:26:47.345-04:00</updated><category term='nine inch nails'/><category term='let&apos;s french'/><category term='the darkness'/><category term='the postal service'/><category term='kings own scottish borderers'/><category term='arctic monkeys'/><category term='beck'/><category term='the birthday party'/><category term='the smashing pumpkins'/><category term='The Cure'/><category term='foo fighters'/><title type='text'>ipodupod</title><subtitle type='html'>I have a 80GB iPod and plan on reviewing every song in there...randomly. It won't be every day but it will be every song.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-1999309080753580822</id><published>2007-08-03T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:37:49.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s french'/><title type='text'>#64</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Unpack Your Suitcase"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: |||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny this song came up in the randomness because the only reason it's in my iTunes library is because I was listening to songs last weekend for possible inclusion in a 4-7 minute film my friends and I made for the 48 Hour Film Project. This is a band that a fellow group member had seen and contacted to get their CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More so with their other songs I can totally name other bands that seem to have influenced them. With this one, though, I am drawing a blank. It reminds me of someone, but I can't place my finger on who. I think it's a good song. The beginning didn't catch me as well as I would have liked, but later on the song makes up for it. They have good guitar lines going on and unlike many bands, it doesn't fall apart and sound empty at parts. No lyrics for this one...let me know if you have them and I will post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am admittedly unsure of how established Let's French is so I don't want to make some statement about them being new or old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-1999309080753580822?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/1999309080753580822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=1999309080753580822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/1999309080753580822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/1999309080753580822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/08/64.html' title='#64'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-5260280027030899110</id><published>2007-07-03T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:37:44.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine inch nails'/><title type='text'>#63</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Where Is Everybody?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nine Inch Nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things Falling Apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. It's weird and different and I can't really figure it out, but I still like it a lot. It starts off almost boring and then that crazy, slow beat comes in that is as loud, if not louder than his voice. And the lyrics are good because they aren't just nonsense, but they are still a bit cryptic and vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry, I forgot to review the song because I keep listening to it. Man does it go cray cray at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;          did you happen to catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; or did it happen so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; what you thought would always last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; has passed you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is everything speeding up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or am I slowing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just spinning around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all the pieces don't fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thought I really didn't give a shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never wanted to be like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but for all I aspire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am really a liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I'm running out of things I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd like to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everything pushes me further away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if you could show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; help me to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; how it's supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where did it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pleading and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; needing and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bleeding and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; breeding and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; exceeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where is everybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; trying and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; defying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; denying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; crying and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where is everybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; well okay, enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you've had your fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but come on there has got to be someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that hasn't yet become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and succumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; god damn I am so tired of pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of wishing I was ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when all I'm really doing is trying to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and keep it inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and fill it with lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; open my eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; maybe I wish I could try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pleading and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; needing and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bleeding and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; breeding and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; exceeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where is everybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; trying and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; defying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; denying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; crying and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where is everybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-5260280027030899110?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/5260280027030899110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=5260280027030899110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/5260280027030899110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/5260280027030899110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/07/63.html' title='#63'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-5552471992857568937</id><published>2007-06-27T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:22:39.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the darkness'/><title type='text'>#62</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"English Country Garden"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Way Ticket To Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited when I first heard The Darkness. I think I was in Richmond at the time and my friend and I loved to sing along with the falsetto. Now my opinion on them is just "eh." Take 'em or leave 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has some good melodies within, but I think I keep likening them to Scissor Sisters with an edge and I can't stand SS at the moment. This would be a good song for a road trip when you're speeding down a back road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          It was a cigarette break and I was desp...erate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I saw her pushing a wheelbarrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She said have you got a match? and I said yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My cock and Farmer Giles' prizewinning marrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Frolicking in the summer fields were we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I fell for you, and you grew to like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I carved "U4 me” in the bark of a tree in an English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We rolled around, Kissing on the ground, in an English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You succumbed to my charms, fell asleep in my arms in an English Country Garden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Beneath the stars above I fell in love in a English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jardin Jardin Jardin Jardin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They did a quiz at the village fete, we came last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everybody laughed at the two of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Never seen a bale of hay, move so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She was a bonefide forking genius &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Frolicking in the autumn fields were we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I cherished you, and you tolerated me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We mucked about when we were mucking out, in an English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Took me under your wing when we had our fling, in an English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You gave my heart a boost, You ruled the roost, in an English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just as I got broody, you got moody, in an English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pulling all the stops, harvesting the crops in an English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The uield was meagre, you were far less eager, in an English Country Garden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Seeds we scattered, never really mattered, in a English Country Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I saw you leave the farm on another guys arm in a English Country Garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jardin Jardin Jardin Jardin Whooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-5552471992857568937?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/5552471992857568937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=5552471992857568937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/5552471992857568937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/5552471992857568937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/06/62.html' title='#62'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-8062961575200643947</id><published>2007-06-27T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:23:59.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arctic monkeys'/><title type='text'>#61</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Only Ones Who Know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favourite Worst Nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Arctic Monkeys. I liked them after their first album, but after getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favourtie Worst Nightmare&lt;/span&gt; I have had a renewed love for them. I like Alex Turner's voice a lot and also think that their songs are catchy in the best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of their slow songs and it's quite simple with basic chords being strummed to accompany what sounds like a far away voice. I'm not sure I would change anything about the track. Sometimes when I listen to it, I keep expecting it to pick up at some point and it doesn't. It's not a bad thing,but I guess I'm so used to hearing more upbeat Arctic Monkeys that an entire slow song can sometimes throw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          In a foreign place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The saving grace was the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That it was her heart that he was stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He was ready to impress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the fierce excitement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The eyes are bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He couldn't wait to get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I bet that Juliet was just the icing on the cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Make no mistake, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And even if somehow he could have shown you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The place you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well I'm sure you could have made it that bit better on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I bet she told a million people that she'd stay in touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But all the little promises that don't mean much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When there's memories to be made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I hope you're holding hands by New Year's Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They made it far too easy to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That true romance can't be achieved these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And even if somehow they could have shown you the place you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well I'm sure you could have made it that bit better on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You are the only ones who know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-8062961575200643947?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/8062961575200643947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=8062961575200643947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/8062961575200643947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/8062961575200643947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/06/61.html' title='#61'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-2632508275187337309</id><published>2007-06-26T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T08:12:19.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foo fighters'/><title type='text'>#60</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Wind Up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Colour And The Shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: |||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Foo Fighters obsession used to be out of control. Should the FBI ever need to investigate me and get ahold of my computer from undergrad they would find so many Dave Grohl/Foo Fighters pictures saved on there that I think they would worry I was insane. I still love Foo Fighters, but I have it a little more under control:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song, but it is not one of my favorites. I give it a higher number of stars because it is so much fun to sing along with. The beat is catchy and Dave Grohl's energy (like in all of his songs) elevates what would be a simple song to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          I have a choice between the bat or the belt&lt;br /&gt;Each time I hear about the hand you've been dealt&lt;br /&gt;Spare me confession it's confession you sell&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll fall behind but I don't mind because I'll catch up&lt;br /&gt;I want a song that's indelible Like manimal&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never see me wind up&lt;br /&gt;Will I be happy on the back of the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Will you be happy when we're sharing a cell&lt;br /&gt;Spare me your questions since you know me so well&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll realize that I get shy and I choke up&lt;br /&gt;I want a song that's indelible Like manimal&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never see me wind up&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with this animalI'm terrible&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never see me wind up&lt;br /&gt;Farewell my sweet paramania&lt;br /&gt;Farewell my sweet paramania&lt;br /&gt;My only promise is that I'll never tell&lt;br /&gt;Keep you at a distance from the things that I felt&lt;br /&gt;I'll bite the bullet take the beating until&lt;br /&gt;I take it all back anyway what was I supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;I want a song that's indelible Like manimal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hope you never see me wind up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What is wrong with this animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm terrible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hope you never see me wind up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-2632508275187337309?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/2632508275187337309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=2632508275187337309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/2632508275187337309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/2632508275187337309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/06/60.html' title='#60'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-3634564860535839084</id><published>2007-05-01T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:44:52.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the smashing pumpkins'/><title type='text'>#59</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Wound (If I Wait)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Machina Acoustic Demos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: |||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome friend Anna gave me this CD of their Machina demos for my birthday one year and it was such a great gift. Sometimes you just can't beat acoustic songs and they are perfection. AND he says "pop tart" in it and I am obsessed with those yum yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much musicall to comment on as it's just a basic song that is made better by Billy Corgan's voice, which really, could be said about much of his stuff. I think his distinctive voice is really what makes a lot of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          Wound opens reveal a broken man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Soon notions, blood on his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop, stop, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pop tart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Taste of your demands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you wait, I will wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you taste, I will taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you run, I will run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you love, I will love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To my last prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomb opens reveal a stack of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cool poison, the taste of growing old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sit down, downtown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In your tower of steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you wait, I will wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Taste, I will taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you run, I will run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love, I will love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To my last prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My last prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To my last prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wound opens reveal a broken man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Soon notions, blood on his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you wait, I will wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Taste, I will taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you run, I will run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love, I will love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To my last prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you wait, if you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you wait, if you wait               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-3634564860535839084?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/3634564860535839084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=3634564860535839084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/3634564860535839084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/3634564860535839084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/05/59.html' title='#59'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-2660329318398151821</id><published>2007-05-01T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:27:28.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the postal service'/><title type='text'>#58</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"The District Sleeps Alone Tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Postal Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: |||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *heart* The Postal Service. (I also *heart* the USPS.) I don't think this is their best song, but I tend to give it a higher review than I normally would because of it's title. Because, not only do I *heart* The Postal Service, but I *heart* DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the song is 3 minutes in when it picks up in tempo and Ben Gibbard starts singing about the 'gaudy apartment complex", otherwise, it can be a tad slow. I love it, I do, but it's not their best work. And I have to admit, I always thought he sang, "bloody apartment complex"! Dammit, I always sing the wrong words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Gibbard's lyrics beat all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          Smeared black ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your palms are sweaty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I'm barely listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To last demands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm staring at the asphalt wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What's buried underneath where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll wear my badge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A vinyl sticker with big block letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Adherent to my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That tells your new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am a visitor here: I am not permanent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the only thing keeping me dry is where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; You seem so out of context&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In this gaudy apartment complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A stranger with your door key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Explaining that I am just visiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I am finally seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; D.C. sleeps alone tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You seem so out of context&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In this gaudy apartment complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A stranger with your door key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Explaining that I am just visiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I finally seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The district sleeps alone tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; After the bars turn out their lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And send the autos swerving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Into the loneliest evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I am finally seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-2660329318398151821?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/2660329318398151821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=2660329318398151821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/2660329318398151821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/2660329318398151821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/05/58.html' title='#58'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-6001103856845767499</id><published>2007-05-01T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:18:10.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kings own scottish borderers'/><title type='text'>#57</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Scotland The Brave, Highland Laddie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kings Own Scottish Borderers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tartan Top 20 Pipes And Drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some bagpipes! I'm not exactly sure how to review a song that is all bagpipes, but basically, when looking for a good bagpipes song, I would recommend one that isn't too long. This one, clocking in at about 2 minutes is perfect. Bagpipes tend to sound the same after awhile so it's best to just get the melody in, play it, play the 'chorus' and get out of there. And now, after having seen live bagpipes and drum groups, I can picture them all marching around. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-6001103856845767499?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/6001103856845767499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=6001103856845767499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/6001103856845767499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/6001103856845767499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/05/57.html' title='#57'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-3495058364091264866</id><published>2007-05-01T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:15:11.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the birthday party'/><title type='text'>#56</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"The Friend Catcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Birthday Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this CD only because of their song "Mr. Clarinet Man" and really haven't listened to it much otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the lines using "chinny chin chin." What fun! I wouldn't exactly put this song on a party mix, but it's interesting and with about a minute left it picks up some and he sings his "chinny chin chin" lines:) The end is a bunch of feedback from the guitars and then it just stops. Eh, not the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;          I, cigarette fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; puff and poke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; puff and poking the smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; touches the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You, your lungs and your wrists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; they throb like trains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; choo choo choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's a prison of sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She, by my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinny chin chin&lt;/span&gt; [buying chilly chin-chin?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eee-oh Eee-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like a zippo smokes the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hope, around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You, your lungs and your wrists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; they throb like trains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; choo choo choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's a prison of sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a prison of sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She, by the hair of my chinny chin chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eee-oh Eee-oh Eee-oh Eee-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like a zippo smokes the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hope, around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You, your lungs and your wrists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; they throb like trains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; choo choo choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's a prison of sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I poke around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-3495058364091264866?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/3495058364091264866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=3495058364091264866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/3495058364091264866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/3495058364091264866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/05/56.html' title='#56'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-5268553737887040974</id><published>2007-05-01T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:09:16.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beck'/><title type='text'>#55</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Round The Bend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Beck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sea Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is a bigger Beck fan than I am and I got this album from her. I was all about him in middle school when "Loser" came out and we all tried to figure out what exactly he was saying. Then, in college I was all about the song "Debra" and played it on my radio show each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very slow song and not of his typical style. I'm not too into it and, in fact, keep forgetting I'm reviewing this song. It's all right, I guess, but it's too damn slow. I can't get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          We don't have to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Life goes where it does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Faster than any bullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From an empty gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Turn yourself over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Loose change we could spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Grinding down diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Round, round, round the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Round, round, round the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; People pushing harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Up against themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Making their daggers sharper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then their faces tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Babe, it's your time now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Loose change we could spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When we're going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Round, round, round the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Round, round, round the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-5268553737887040974?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/5268553737887040974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=5268553737887040974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/5268553737887040974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/5268553737887040974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/05/55.html' title='#55'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-1771647570862764637</id><published>2007-02-02T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:26:01.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cure'/><title type='text'>#54</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Before Three"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. It makes me happy. I'm sitting here in the Barnes &amp; Noble Cafe and seriously, it's hard not keep from smiling and singing along. I am holding it together by just tapping my foot. Whenever I love a song by The Cure I wonder if I would enjoy it so much if not sung by Robert Smith because his voice is so distinct and full of something. I don't want to say emotion because I'm not sure if that's true, but it is a voice one can pick out any time and besides the gloominess of The Cure, it's what sets them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest day I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;In a sea of gold down next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So blurred and tired under summer sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You whispered dreams of a world to come... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We were so in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this sea of gold - so young and tired&lt;br /&gt;Under summer sun hard by your side&lt;br /&gt;Whispering dreams down next to you...&lt;br /&gt;We were so in love - The happiest day&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the happiest day I knew&lt;br /&gt;But summer sun sea of gold&lt;br /&gt;This perfect day oh so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Whispering dreams so blurred and tired&lt;br /&gt;We have to keep this day alive&lt;br /&gt;Whispered dreams so young and tired&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to hold this day inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the happiest night I ever had&lt;br /&gt;Up next to you in silver sand&lt;br /&gt;So scared and high under winter moon&lt;br /&gt;You whispered dreams that would all come true... &lt;br /&gt;We were so in love&lt;br /&gt;Up next to you so fucked and high&lt;br /&gt;Under winter moon it made me cry&lt;br /&gt;Whispering dreams on silver sand...&lt;br /&gt;We were so in love - The happiest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the happiest night I had&lt;br /&gt;But winter moon and silver sand&lt;br /&gt;This perfect night in another land&lt;br /&gt;Whispering dreams so scared and high&lt;br /&gt;We have to keep this night alive&lt;br /&gt;Whispered dreams so fucked and high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's hard to hold this night inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and every summer's sun I want again&lt;br /&gt;And every winter's moon I want the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My happiest day and my happiest night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Always next to you...  And held deep inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Keeps me alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-1771647570862764637?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/1771647570862764637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=1771647570862764637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/1771647570862764637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/1771647570862764637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2007/02/54.html' title='#54'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-116543885573153852</id><published>2006-12-06T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:00:55.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#53</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Talking"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Descendents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool To Be You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I LOVE The Descendents. I've never seen them live, but I did see ALL twice and they're 3/4 Decendents so that's something, right? I think any music fan, not just a punk fan, needs to know and appreciate The Descendents. I don't listen to a lot of the punk stuff I used to like, but The Descendents will always be in my musical rotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this band gets some good harmonies in there which I like. It's not just yelling and screaming words, there is actual music in there. I love it and I hope you do, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Talking about our life, no matter how much I don’t like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Talk is never cheap between you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how far we’ve come, and still we always come undone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s how it always has to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here alone, talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Tensions are rising, it’s never surprising&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’ll fall in love when I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about our life, seems like we never get it right&lt;br /&gt;But we always get an A for effort&lt;br /&gt;We sweat to find what to say, communication’s the only way&lt;br /&gt;If we ever hope to stay together – Communicate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here alone, talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Tensions are rising, it’s never surprising&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’ll fall in love when I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the problem, I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If there’s a solution, I'll fix it now&lt;br /&gt;And if there isn’t, I'll just be there&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t say something, don’t say I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I go yaddaddayaddaya, and you go yaddaddayaddaya&lt;br /&gt;Yaddaddayaddayadda is what we gotta do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here alone, talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Tensions are rising, it’s never surprising&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’ll fall in love when I get home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-116543885573153852?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/116543885573153852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=116543885573153852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/116543885573153852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/116543885573153852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/12/53.html' title='#53'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-116543763418105553</id><published>2006-12-06T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:40:34.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#52</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Pathetic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blink-182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dude Ranch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song begs to be sung live with both Tom Delonge and Mark Hoppus (sp?) taking turns at the microphone. And with Travis Barker keeping up that constant, quick bass drum. Loves it. I actually do really like this song. That beat that sounds like it gets off beat because it's so fast. I'm guessing this song is about when Tom dropped out of high school as a lot of the songs on this album are about that.  I would also like to take this time to say how incredibly hott I think Tom Delonge is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when I get my new iPod for Christmas (80GB), I might have to change the header on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I know I'm pathetic, I knew when she said it&lt;br /&gt;A loser, a bum's what she called me when I drove her home&lt;br /&gt;There's no more waiting and sure no more wasting&lt;br /&gt;I've done all I can but she still wants to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got, you got, you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try not to argue&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one likes a drop-out&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are hard to undo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pull me down, this is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm different, but I'm the same and I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't pull me down, this is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm different, this is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I think it's disgusting, believing and trusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If I gave a fuck there would be nothing for me to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's amusing, it's slightly confusing&lt;br /&gt;I've done all I can but her ego is still hard to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got, you got, you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try not to argue&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one likes a drop-out&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are hard to undo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pull me down, this is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm different, but I'm the same and I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't pull me down, this is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm different, this is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pull me down, this is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm different, this is where I belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-116543763418105553?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/116543763418105553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=116543763418105553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/116543763418105553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/116543763418105553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/12/52.html' title='#52'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-116277155882933534</id><published>2006-11-05T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T19:05:58.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#51</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Concerto For Orchestra, Sz. 116"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bela Bartok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Of Bartok, Vol. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cheat and not review a classical one right now, but then my "random" promise would be such a lie. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartok is not for everyone. Sure, a lot of stuff sounds normal and pleasant to the ear, but much of it is going to test the ear. This piece starts of very serene and classic-like. About half way through you get the known Bartok sounds from various instruments where at times it just sounds chaotic and weird. This one is actually annoying me because the dynamics are making it difficult to get a good feel for the entire piece. Ha, I just laughed since this is generally considered "good" since it is on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Of Bartok&lt;/span&gt; album:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No lyrics. Instrumental. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-116277155882933534?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/116277155882933534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=116277155882933534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/116277155882933534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/116277155882933534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/11/51.html' title='#51'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-116087921539022198</id><published>2006-10-14T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:28:21.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#50</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"One Night Stand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JC Chasez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Schizophrenic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. JT isn't the only ex-Nsyncer out there with a good solor CD. This is a fun album and you really see a different side of JC. He's all about the s-e-x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't one of the strongest tracks on the album, unfortunately. What I don't like about this song are the cheesy-sounding synthesizer sounds and the backup JC vocals. It would have been much better with a stronger DANCE beat and if his voice was more inside the accompaniment and not as much on top of it. The lyrics are pretty funny, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Say sweet thang&lt;br /&gt;(Uh-huh)&lt;br /&gt;You know I couldn't help but notice you looking all good over here&lt;br /&gt;(Yea)&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, do you wanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me weak baby&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you speak baby&lt;br /&gt;Girl you got me all dizzy and light&lt;br /&gt;Like I got my cap on too tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[skee-bopping]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Girl just for you I'd jump through hoops All I wanna do is please ya girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take you for a trip all around the world, say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I feel love, I feel love&lt;br /&gt;A-that's right&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I feel love, I feel love&lt;br /&gt;Atleast for tonight&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I feel love, I feel love&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna spend the night with me, girl&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I feel love, I feel love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just wanna be with you, yea-yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you on a ride&lt;br /&gt;Make you wanna jump and kiss the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you forty thousand high&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you're my girl tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;Just relax baby don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a feeling that you can't deny&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep you steady satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you're my girl tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking, it's kinda crowded.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get out of here?&lt;br /&gt;Psh. Yea, cause you're so smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be doing this baby&lt;br /&gt;Uh!&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be lovin' this baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Crusin' along till we hit the backseat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's where the music sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weehaw!&lt;br /&gt;I love it when we're crusin' together&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I feel love, I feel love&lt;br /&gt;A-that's right&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I feel love, I feel love&lt;br /&gt;Atleast for tonight&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I feel love, I feel love&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna spend the night with me, girl&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I feel love, I feel love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just wanna be with you, yea-yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you on a ride&lt;br /&gt;Make you wanna jump and kiss the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you forty thousand high&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you're my girl tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;Just relax baby don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a feeling that you can't deny&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep you steady satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you're my girl tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Now you know it's just for tonight right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Aw come on baby it's cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;That's right-ight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you on a ride&lt;br /&gt;(My ride)&lt;br /&gt;Make you wanna jump and kiss the sky&lt;br /&gt;(If you wanna get inside)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you forty thousand high&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you're my girl tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;Just relax baby don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be shy)&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a feeling that you can't deny&lt;br /&gt;(Baby I'll be your guide)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep you steady satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you're my girl tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you on a ride&lt;br /&gt;(My ride, my ride)&lt;br /&gt;Make you wanna jump and kiss the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you forty thousand high&lt;br /&gt;(Forty thousand high)&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you're my girl tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Oh-ho-oh)(Baby)&lt;br /&gt;Just relax baby don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;(Oh-ho-oh)&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a feeling that you can't deny&lt;br /&gt;(You can't deny)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep you steady satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you're my girl tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-116087921539022198?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/116087921539022198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=116087921539022198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/116087921539022198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/116087921539022198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/10/50.html' title='#50'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-116087880071212794</id><published>2006-10-14T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:21:58.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#49</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Blue Skies Bring Tears (Pt. 1)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Machina Acoustic Demos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My awesome friend Anna gave me a copy of the Machina acoustic demos for my birthday a few years back. She has this amazing ability to get her hands on anything and everything music related and I can't even ask her how much Smashing Pumpkins stuff she has because I know I'll be jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anyway, I am still completely in love with Billy Corgan's voice. This song is just guitar and voice and it's a little flat for much of it, but I have no bad words for it. You just have to imagine him recording this in a room. Just him and the guitar and the microphone. It probably wasn't like that, but it's a good image, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm not sure if Part 1 goes along with what is on the studio Machina album or not. I'm not giving much of a listen to the two right now, but I guess they're similar, but not the same??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the eyes beholding&lt;br /&gt;aspects of arcane pleasure&lt;br /&gt;shaking in our magnet measures&lt;br /&gt;to repair, learn to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am your bone shattered&lt;br /&gt;i am your breath seeking&lt;br /&gt;i am your senses creaking&lt;br /&gt;the chandeliers of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about time&lt;br /&gt;it's about fear&lt;br /&gt;blue skies bring tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flat pools of warm surrender&lt;br /&gt;cruel summer of ancient truth&lt;br /&gt;the search was never-ending&lt;br /&gt;until i lay my claim on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think not of virgin terrors&lt;br /&gt;think not of your family&lt;br /&gt;rub out the burdened concepts&lt;br /&gt;are you ready to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in me this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's about fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue skies bring tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ease to the blackened hallway&lt;br /&gt;ascend to the highest height&lt;br /&gt;call to the half-life lovers&lt;br /&gt;drowning in their wells of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ease down the darkened stairway&lt;br /&gt;to a place that isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;unease the sure-fire captain&lt;br /&gt;drinking you to hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-116087880071212794?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/116087880071212794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=116087880071212794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/116087880071212794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/116087880071212794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/10/49.html' title='#49'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-115300646481535899</id><published>2006-07-15T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:34:24.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#48</title><content type='html'>"When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Karazee"&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Louden Up Now&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||| (But only because I kept not paying attention to it)&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This starts off sounding like something I would hear in my brother's techno store. Kind of crazy, all over the place beats that aren't really dance but aren't really chill, either. I mean, not that his store plays that sort of stuff primarily, but it has a techno-y feel. Ok, anyway...this track doesn't stand out as anything special and it's not one I'd choose to represent the group. It's kind of just there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Can't find lyrics right now. The one sight with them is blocked from the wireless network I'm on. LAME!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-115300646481535899?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/115300646481535899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=115300646481535899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/115300646481535899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/115300646481535899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/07/48.html' title='#48'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-115237072718922304</id><published>2006-07-08T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:58:47.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#47</title><content type='html'>"Treefingers"&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Kid A&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Kid A when it came out. My college roommate was a huge Radiohead fan and partly because I was often forced* to listen to them a lot, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; loved and purchased this album when it came out. I remember "coming clean" to her about buying it and that conversation still remains vivid in my mind because it was so funny. It was like I was admitting to doing cocaine again** or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I, of course, loved the hits (Creep, Karma Police, etc.), I had never really gotten into an entire album of there's until this one. The whole thing felt new and fresh and I was obsessed with it for awhile. There isn't much to this instrumental track, though. I'm giving it only one star merely for the fact that it does not stand out on it's own. Hearing it out of sequence would not immediately make me think it's Radiohead's nor would I put it on by itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Instrumental&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forced is a strong word since she didn't hold a knife to my throat or anything and really, is it so bad to have to listen to Radiohead? It was more the principle of dormroom living and listening to something I didn't put on. &lt;br /&gt;**I've NEVER done cocaine. Just to clarify.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-115237072718922304?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/115237072718922304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=115237072718922304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/115237072718922304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/115237072718922304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/07/47.html' title='#47'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-115236999700416551</id><published>2006-07-08T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:46:37.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#46</title><content type='html'>"Time Consumer"&lt;br /&gt;Coheed &amp; Cambria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Second Stage Turbine Blade&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember buying my first Coheed &amp; Cambria CD back when a friend of mine said they were better than Trail of Dead. Thinking how that woud be impossible, but being curious for what genius music that would be, I picked up their CD. I wasn't disappointed but I also told my friend he was insane and they were NOT better than TOD. He then said I had to see them live to get the full effect. So I saw them live and still told him he was insane. C&amp;C is good, yes, but in no way are they on Trail of Dead's levels both on stage or in the studio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, this is a good song. I love the beginning which is at least a minute of straight guitar work that emphasizes different beats at the right time. It creates a nice melody. I think C&amp;C's distinctness (his voice) is what can turn a person away from their music. I, at times, can't stand it and at other times, fully embrace it's uniqueness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young stale memories of play the role to your part&lt;br /&gt;Librarian find me the pole, the one that kicks your head in&lt;br /&gt;With my own time role your own innocence by&lt;br /&gt;Grab on to my sleeve the one that grabs at your ankle&lt;br /&gt;Debate to understand that we all have a flaw&lt;br /&gt;Then fail to represent your life as you know it&lt;br /&gt;God grant you one wish to turn back the time&lt;br /&gt;Correct and create, making sense of . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my star, Matthew good night&lt;br /&gt;You know by law when you'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Maria my star, Matthew goodnight&lt;br /&gt;You know my lord when you'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they pulled your confidence down with those verbal discrepancies&lt;br /&gt;Now and then you'll gain what they've lost through a challenge of unpronounced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pain is only a pulse if you just stop feeling it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be able to use the very thing that makes us up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my star, Matthew good night&lt;br /&gt;You know by law when you'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Maria my star, Matthew goodnight&lt;br /&gt;You know my lord when you'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, now, here when will you believe?&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm merely asking you to help me, when did I say to murder?&lt;br /&gt;Wait now, here, please hear me out&lt;br /&gt;Time consumer, time consuming, consume me&lt;br /&gt;Down and out, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my star, Matthew good night&lt;br /&gt;You know by law when you'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Maria my star, Matthew goodnight&lt;br /&gt;You know my lord when you'll be forgiven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-115236999700416551?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/115236999700416551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=115236999700416551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/115236999700416551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/115236999700416551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/07/46.html' title='#46'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114869038745670095</id><published>2006-05-26T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:39:47.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#45</title><content type='html'>"Show Box"&lt;br /&gt;Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Friends-Music From The TV Show&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...this song is wretchedly bad. I only own it because it is on the &lt;I&gt;Friends&lt;/I&gt; sountrack. I'm not a big Barenaked Ladies fan and this one is just so bouncy and annoying. And the lyrics? HORRIBLE. I don't even want to listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A key in the door, a step on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;A note on the table, and a meal in the micro&lt;br /&gt;Note says "I'm in bed, please make sure you're fed&lt;br /&gt;If you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"&lt;br /&gt;I crumple the note and save it to put inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;My shoe box&lt;br /&gt;Shoe box of lies&lt;br /&gt;Shoe box&lt;br /&gt;Shoe box of lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's under my bed, it's never been read&lt;br /&gt;It's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there&lt;br /&gt;From the first little fib, when I still wore a bib&lt;br /&gt;To my latest attempt at pretending at someone&lt;br /&gt;Who's not seventeen and doesn't know what you mean&lt;br /&gt;When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did somebody tell you&lt;br /&gt;This is how it's supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;Or did you just find it&lt;br /&gt;And you don't want any more from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said, or was it something you read&lt;br /&gt;That's making me think that I should never have come here&lt;br /&gt;I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you I'm sorry, but I can't tell the truth, dear&lt;br /&gt;And if I could - would it do any good?&lt;br /&gt;You'll still never get to see the contents of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so nineteen-ninety&lt;br /&gt;And it's nineteen-ninety-four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave this world behind me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't want me anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114869038745670095?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114869038745670095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114869038745670095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114869038745670095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114869038745670095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/45.html' title='#45'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114834416795615626</id><published>2006-05-22T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:29:27.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#44</title><content type='html'>"Take You On A Cruise"&lt;br /&gt;Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Antics&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand not loving Interpol. I think a lot of it is the singer's voice because it is so unique yet not in an annoying way and also not in a way that will ever get annoying or old. I can listen to Interpol endlessly and never tire of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They often use simple guitar chords strummed in time I've noticed. Then they layer upon it to create great energy in the song.I think Interpol uses their instruments in a very smart way, if that makes any sense. Careful thought goes into the beat and the chords and what is playing when. All of that really adds to a songs level of greatness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm timeless like a broken watch&lt;br /&gt;I make money like Fred Astaire&lt;br /&gt;I see that you've come to resist me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pitbull in time&lt;br /&gt;The pretense is not what restricts me&lt;br /&gt;It's the circles inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anatomy of kisses and a teacher who tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how we'll disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to be my Misses and in future with child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You know we can't get back from here&lt;br /&gt;But we can get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't you try to find me&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't you try to fight&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't you try to find me&lt;br /&gt;Lady it will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br /&gt;Tears drown in the wake of delight&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like this built today&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see a finer ship in your life&lt;br /&gt;We sail today&lt;br /&gt;Tears drown in the wake of delight&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like this built today&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see a finer ship or receive a better tip in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the scavenger between the sheets of union&lt;br /&gt;Lately I can't tell for sure whether machines turn anyone&lt;br /&gt;(The anatomy of kisses and a teacher who tries...would you like to be my Misses and in future with child...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't you try to find me&lt;br /&gt;Lady there is no need to fight&lt;br /&gt;Lady don't you try to find me&lt;br /&gt;Baby it will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sail today&lt;br /&gt;Tears will drown in the wake of delight&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like this built today&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see a finer ship in your life&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br /&gt;The sea will crowd us with lovers at night&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like this built today&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see a finer ship or receive a better tip in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that you've come to resist me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pitbull in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White goddess, red goddess, black temptress of the sea&lt;br /&gt;You treat me right&lt;br /&gt;Black goddess, red goddess, white temptress of the sea&lt;br /&gt;You treat me right&lt;br /&gt;White goddess, black goddess, red temptress of the sea&lt;br /&gt;You treat me right&lt;br /&gt;(Oh my love, we are sailing to Norway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114834416795615626?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114834416795615626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114834416795615626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114834416795615626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114834416795615626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/44.html' title='#44'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114834281940187785</id><published>2006-05-22T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:06:59.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#43</title><content type='html'>"One"&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Day Real Estate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Rising Tide&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Day Real Estate (SDRE) has such a unique sound: layered instruments, well placed drums, unmistakable vocals. It all comes together to create mini epic songs. I have no idea what he is singing most of the time but still, the songs are powerful and lush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is one of SDRE's best songs. I love how dramatic it is. I can't find the words to describe it otherwise though. It's just one of those that is just good because it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's strange&lt;br /&gt;How we're wasting our lives&lt;br /&gt;Novacaine&lt;br /&gt;When the pain helps us rise&lt;br /&gt;Here we stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's only a clever game&lt;br /&gt;Running from our lives&lt;br /&gt;And we linger on&lt;br /&gt;But if we try&lt;br /&gt;To lift up our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Replacing the lies&lt;br /&gt;We own this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone and in the end we all are one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth will not be denied&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone and in the end we all are one&lt;br /&gt;The truth will not be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's strange&lt;br /&gt;How we're selling our time&lt;br /&gt;And we wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are lost in a clever game&lt;br /&gt;Running from our lives&lt;br /&gt;And they lead us on&lt;br /&gt;But if we try&lt;br /&gt;To lift up our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Replacing the lies&lt;br /&gt;We own this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone and in the end we all are one&lt;br /&gt;The truth will not be denied&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone and in the end we all are one&lt;br /&gt;The truth will not be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone and in the end we all are one&lt;br /&gt;The truth will not be denied&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone and in the end we all are one&lt;br /&gt;The truth will not be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone and in the end we all are one&lt;br /&gt;The truth will not be denied&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone and in the end we all are one&lt;br /&gt;The truth will not be denied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114834281940187785?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114834281940187785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114834281940187785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114834281940187785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114834281940187785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/43.html' title='#43'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114834199145982923</id><published>2006-05-22T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:53:11.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#42</title><content type='html'>"Kristinar"&lt;br /&gt;Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Australia&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie Day cannot have experienced the things he writes/sings about. If so, he has led the most romantic yet tragic young life ever. That said, this song just goes in his long line of sweet and heartbreaking songs that I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very simple, just guitar and voice. No big melody or hook that jumps out, I think it is more about his voice in this one. I know that this song is a favorite of many Howie Day fans and I can totally see why. If a song could be described as "naked" then I would use it now. I'm only giving it 3 stars though because I think it is a "live" song that would really come alive then. Ironically, I don't think he often plays this live. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone to saturday&lt;br /&gt;where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;’cause the tequila from your kiss is still around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you’re down&lt;br /&gt;to remind me&lt;br /&gt;i know that you’re away&lt;br /&gt;but you’re not gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reeling inside&lt;br /&gt;she wants to call&lt;br /&gt;she can spin my motivation&lt;br /&gt;like a record off the wall&lt;br /&gt;don’t you try&lt;br /&gt;for anyone but yourself?&lt;br /&gt;you do for me - don’t you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it in your mind&lt;br /&gt;kristina falls down to the floor&lt;br /&gt;she is fine and it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;she said you’re broken drowned and drunk&lt;br /&gt;no one had ever felt like she did before&lt;br /&gt;before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know&lt;br /&gt;that if you go&lt;br /&gt;down to planeside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i will be there waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;at the top of the stairs&lt;br /&gt;and you will be so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristina said&lt;br /&gt;let’s have your party december&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know why she trys to be so real&lt;br /&gt;kristina said&lt;br /&gt;let’s have your baby in september&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know why you try to be so real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114834199145982923?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114834199145982923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114834199145982923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114834199145982923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114834199145982923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/42.html' title='#42'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114818311980065928</id><published>2006-05-20T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:45:19.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#41</title><content type='html'>"From Now To Never"&lt;br /&gt;Sparta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Porcelain&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest with you: I didn't listen to this CD much when I got it. I bought it because I was a wicked loyal Sparta fan for so long that I felt like it HAD to be a part of my collection. I still like the idea of Sparta and I have a ton of good memories from seeing them live and listening to them constantly but I don't find myself anyone wanting to put their albums on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is over eight minutes long. It is very political-just check out the lyrics. I don't remember their other songs having messages like this but then again, I admit to not learning the correct lyrics until after many, many listens. The last five or so minutes lost the melody from the beginning and turn into mostly just piano and voice. Personally, I get bored. I can't do the long jam-like, songs often. I start wondering when it's going to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget&lt;br /&gt;In these times try to remember&lt;br /&gt;The time will come&lt;br /&gt;To use your voice and push your views&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget&lt;br /&gt;Sometime between now and never&lt;br /&gt;The time will come&lt;br /&gt;You bite your tongue, they'll bury you&lt;br /&gt;And it seems far enough away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a calling card, your expiration date&lt;br /&gt;When that day comes&lt;br /&gt;Be ready&lt;br /&gt;To remember what happened&lt;br /&gt;And have the pride to back down&lt;br /&gt;Let's not repeat and everyone can move on&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget&lt;br /&gt;Get ready&lt;br /&gt;To remember what happened&lt;br /&gt;And have the pride to back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars are for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Remind us of what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from harm&lt;br /&gt;Be ready&lt;br /&gt;We're tired of fiction&lt;br /&gt;And occupied stations&lt;br /&gt;Your motives look like&lt;br /&gt;A portrait wealthy, Burning Wells&lt;br /&gt;Get ready&lt;br /&gt;We're tired of fiction&lt;br /&gt;And occupied stations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget&lt;br /&gt;The time will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;What you'll be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will eyes say when I see them&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what you'll grow up to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have torn the map to pieces, you'll find your way home&lt;br /&gt;Cause home is where you believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114818311980065928?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114818311980065928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114818311980065928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114818311980065928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114818311980065928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/41.html' title='#41'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114818264972894689</id><published>2006-05-20T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:37:29.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#40</title><content type='html'>"No Other Way"&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;In Between Dreams&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me really hates Jack Johnson. It's that singer-songwriter aspect of him that makes me want to not like him. He just seems so cliche, like saying Daves Matthews Band is your favorite. It's liking what is safe and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes safe and easy is still really good. That is how I feel about Jack Johnson and this song. It starts off with the frat-boy band guitar that reminds me of Hawaiian luau parties I went to in college. But his voice comes in just shy of a minute in and it's so unique. It's clear and rough and full all at the same time. He makes the song feel "easy" and sometimes, it's so fitting. Just read the lyrics and wonder how any song about so many feelings, so many sleep isn't possible, could come across as easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your mind is a mess&lt;br /&gt;so is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;cause it hurts when i think&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts aren't at peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the plans that we make&lt;br /&gt;chances we take&lt;br /&gt;they're not yours and not mine&lt;br /&gt;there's waves that can break&lt;br /&gt;all the words that we said&lt;br /&gt;and the words that we mean&lt;br /&gt;words can fall short&lt;br /&gt;can't see the unseen&lt;br /&gt;cause the world is awake&lt;br /&gt;for somebody's sake now&lt;br /&gt;please close your eyes woman&lt;br /&gt;please get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and know that if i knew&lt;br /&gt;all of the answers i would&lt;br /&gt;not hold them from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know all the things that i'd know&lt;br /&gt;cause we told each other&lt;br /&gt;there is no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;well too much silence can be misleading&lt;br /&gt;you're drifting, i can hear it&lt;br /&gt;in the way that your breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't really need to find reason&lt;br /&gt;cause out the same door&lt;br /&gt;that it came, well it's leaving&lt;br /&gt;leaving like a day that's done&lt;br /&gt;and part of a season&lt;br /&gt;resolve is just a concept&lt;br /&gt;that's as dead as the leaves&lt;br /&gt;but at least we can sleep&lt;br /&gt;its all that we need&lt;br /&gt;when we wake we will find&lt;br /&gt;our minds will be free to go to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114818264972894689?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114818264972894689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114818264972894689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114818264972894689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114818264972894689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/40.html' title='#40'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114818221725089831</id><published>2006-05-20T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:30:17.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#39</title><content type='html'>"Long Distance Drunk"&lt;br /&gt;Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;The Lonesome Crowded West&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gave me this CD. I took it because back then (circa 2001), Modest Mouse was the cool band to be into. I never really liked and still don't. Sure, I find some of their stuff catchy and different in an okay, inventive way but I have yet to ever think, "Gee, I really want to hear some Modest Mouse right now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is all about the constant beat in the background and the repeating lyrics at almost equal volume with everything else. The beat is very soothing so I have this song a 3 out of 5 rating. It kind of captures that depressed feeling that comes sometimes after drinking. The song soothes and drones at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang it up now or never&lt;br /&gt;Hang it up again&lt;br /&gt;(Hang it up now or never)&lt;br /&gt;Hang it up now or never&lt;br /&gt;Hang it up again&lt;br /&gt;Hang it up now or never&lt;br /&gt;Hang it up again&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem like anything you're saying or doing or doing&lt;br /&gt;Is making any sense&lt;br /&gt;Long distance drunk&lt;br /&gt;Long distance drunk&lt;br /&gt;Long distance drunk&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;(8 AM and someone calls you on the telephone)&lt;br /&gt;Long distance drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(You want to be by yourself and all alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance drunk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114818221725089831?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114818221725089831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114818221725089831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114818221725089831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114818221725089831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/39.html' title='#39'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114809751173930219</id><published>2006-05-19T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:58:31.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#38</title><content type='html'>"#1"&lt;br /&gt;Garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Romeo + Juliet&lt;/I&gt; soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, every time I hear it, takes me back to 9th grade when I saw &lt;I&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/I&gt; starring Leonardo Dicaprio and Claire Dances in the theatre. I was immediately obsessed with that movie and still love it so much. I must have watched the VHS copy my brother gave me until it wore out and now I own the special edition on DVD. But this isn't a movie review site so, the music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song works because it sounds like there is obsessive passion being held back but is just about to break free. It does break free about a third of the way through the song and you can hear it in Shirley Manson's voice. She get's that slight tone of desparation and emotive wailing and it takes what was, at first, an almost pledge of allegiance, and turns into complete passion and desparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally hott. (And so is Leonardo Dicaprio!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I've been dying just to feel you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cry for you&lt;br /&gt;I will cry for you&lt;br /&gt;I will wash away your pain with all my tears&lt;br /&gt;And drown your fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for you&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for you&lt;br /&gt;I will sell my soul for something pure and true&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See your face every place that I walk in&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voice every time I am talking&lt;br /&gt;You will believe in me&lt;br /&gt;And I will never be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will burn for you&lt;br /&gt;Feel pain for you&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear it apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lie for you&lt;br /&gt;Beg and steal for you&lt;br /&gt;I will crawl on hands and knees until you see&lt;br /&gt;You're just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violate all my love that I'm missing&lt;br /&gt;Throw away all the pain that I'm living&lt;br /&gt;You will believe in me&lt;br /&gt;And I can never be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;I would kill for you&lt;br /&gt;I will steal for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do time for you&lt;br /&gt;I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd make room for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd sail ships for you&lt;br /&gt;To be close to you&lt;br /&gt;To be a part of you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114809751173930219?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114809751173930219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114809751173930219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114809751173930219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114809751173930219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/38.html' title='#38'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114809691380066860</id><published>2006-05-19T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:48:33.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#37</title><content type='html'>"Carbon Scoring"&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Singles&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, based on the first moment of this song there is no way it can be Jimmy Eat World. This is the fastest I have ever head a JEW song, very punk-like. I haven't listened to any punk in awhile so of course I can't think of the band this is reminding me of. Actually, it sounds like it could have come form the Descendents! If Jim Ward took over for Milo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have realized the sound similarities, I am really liking this song. If you are looking for something like "The Middle" then this song is so not for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;(My only cold I fought.)&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, frozen in time I find a way from you, pave the way.&lt;br /&gt;And cause I can't stand still they'll leave you down and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And when your face gets here I'll stab you in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, I need to know how long.&lt;br /&gt;Clear the way.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me wait all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, from you, pave my way.&lt;br /&gt;And cause I can't stand still, they'll leave you down and out.&lt;br /&gt;And when your face gets here I'll stab you in the back.&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way home.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you find your way?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up over farenheit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114809691380066860?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114809691380066860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114809691380066860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114809691380066860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114809691380066860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/37.html' title='#37'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114773699826473325</id><published>2006-05-15T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:49:58.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#36</title><content type='html'>"Clumsy"&lt;br /&gt;Our Lady Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I Know What You Did Last Summer&lt;/I&gt; soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I ever heard Our Lady Peace. Jon Ballard on &lt;a href="http://www.dc101.com"&gt;DC101&lt;/a&gt; introduced them as "Canada's answer to the Smashing Pumpkins" and I, being a huge SP fan, ran right out and bought their album. I don't think I agree with Ballard's comparison but I like OLP regardless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't my favorite of theirs but it's a good single has definitely stuck around since they released it. It's kind of long but it changes tempos and dynamics often so it's not boring at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away the radio&lt;br /&gt;Suitcase...Keeps you awake&lt;br /&gt;Hide the telephone, the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Telephone in case...You realize that&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your just not OK&lt;br /&gt;You level out, level out, level out&lt;br /&gt;It's not alright now...You need to understand&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing strange out this&lt;br /&gt;You need to know your friends...You need to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waving my hand&lt;br /&gt;Watching you drown, watching you scream, quiet or loud&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you should sleep&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you just need...A friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As clumsy as you've been there's no one laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be safe in here, you will be safe in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away this very old...shoe lace&lt;br /&gt;Tripped you again&lt;br /&gt;Try to shrug it off, shrug it off, shrug it off&lt;br /&gt;Sow the skin now&lt;br /&gt;You need to understand...there's nothing fake about this&lt;br /&gt;You need to let me in...watching you and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waving my hand&lt;br /&gt;Watching you drown, watching you scream, no one's around&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you should sleep&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you just need...A friend&lt;br /&gt;As clumsy has you've been, there's no one laughing&lt;br /&gt;You will be safe in here, you will be safe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wavin my hand...Watching you drown...&lt;br /&gt;Watching you scream...Quiet or loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And maybe you should sleep&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you just need...A friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As clumsy as you've been, there's no one laughing&lt;br /&gt;You will be safe in here, you will be safe in here...Yeah&lt;br /&gt;You will be safe in here...in here...Yeah&lt;br /&gt;in here...Yeah...in here...Yeah...in here...Yeah&lt;br /&gt;in here...Yeah....in here...Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114773699826473325?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114773699826473325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114773699826473325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114773699826473325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114773699826473325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/36.html' title='#36'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114773489372585229</id><published>2006-05-15T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:14:53.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#35</title><content type='html'>"Crackity Jones"&lt;br /&gt;Pixies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Doolittle&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what this song is about. Hmm, I just googled it and saw something that said Frank Black wrote this song about a scary roommate he had in Puerto Rico. This song has never really "hit" me as one of my favorite but it definitely has energy and that can always make up for other things lacking. This is one of those songs where only a Pixies fan will be really excited to hear it, I think. I can imagine them singing it live or something just the different feel to it would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast (!) guitars, kind of choppy, yelping singing....It's neat though, I guess. I start liking it a lot more as it goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jose jones&lt;br /&gt;told me alone&lt;br /&gt;his story&lt;br /&gt;he got friends&lt;br /&gt;like paco picopiedra&lt;br /&gt;la muneca&lt;br /&gt;he receives on his set&lt;br /&gt;crack crack crackity jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;jose jones&lt;br /&gt;you need these walls&lt;br /&gt;for your own&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving out of this hopedaje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm afraid you'll cut me boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirty miles by&lt;br /&gt;hundred miles by&lt;br /&gt;stinking island&lt;br /&gt;por goofiar&lt;br /&gt;en crushing automovil&lt;br /&gt;chasing voices&lt;br /&gt;he receives in his head&lt;br /&gt;crack crack crackity jones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114773489372585229?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114773489372585229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114773489372585229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114773489372585229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114773489372585229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/35.html' title='#35'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114765647316397553</id><published>2006-05-14T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:27:53.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#34</title><content type='html'>"Ballad Of A Paralysed Citizen"&lt;br /&gt;The Faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Danse Macabre&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoooh, creepy, depressing start. A cello, I think. Very eery way to begin this song but I guess for the subject matter it is fitting. His voice comes in and is very restrained, as well. I like the effect but seem to quickly just want the song to get going and it just doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through and it's still not doing anything for me. I'm just not feeling this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paralysed and things could change for you as well&lt;br /&gt;you're not so bad off now, you can move anything you need.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not this way because of an emergency I caused&lt;br /&gt;at seventeen a guard perched above the chlorine floor&lt;br /&gt;when I saw a hand raise up from just beneath the air,&lt;br /&gt;a frantic move for help, I made an instant judgment call.&lt;br /&gt;dive- I arced my feet to dive, I broke the elemental line&lt;br /&gt;to save a child. dive- into the shallow floor&lt;br /&gt;the bottom scraped my palms and compressed my spine.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm paralysed while they just hope to make amends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the family and the kid who faked the drowning incident&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i've felt the hand of god and that's the last thing that I felt&lt;br /&gt;at all below my back, i've lost the faith I thought I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114765647316397553?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114765647316397553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114765647316397553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114765647316397553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114765647316397553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/34.html' title='#34'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114765537505291353</id><published>2006-05-14T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:09:35.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#33</title><content type='html'>"Life's A Long Song"&lt;br /&gt;Jethro Tull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Original Masters&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...This song doesn't do much for me. Well, now that I say that, the song is moving along and getting much more interesting. The beginning reminds me of horrible singer songwriters playing guitar in a desolate bar. But then those added instruments come in and of course, the flute. Jethro Tull always reminds me of my dad and not because he plays the flute while on one leg but because he gave me the CD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When you're falling awake&lt;/span&gt; and you take stock of the new&lt;br /&gt;day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to&lt;br /&gt;say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, don't you fret, don't you fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a long song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a long song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a long song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wait then your plate I will fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you struggle on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lick the dust from your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a long song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a long song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a long song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new&lt;br /&gt;dress,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the&lt;br /&gt;wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a long song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a long song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a long song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tune ends too soon for us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114765537505291353?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114765537505291353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114765537505291353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114765537505291353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114765537505291353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/05/33.html' title='#33'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114502240206149893</id><published>2006-04-14T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:46:42.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#32</title><content type='html'>"Black Star"&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;The Bends&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this, other than the radio singles, was the first Radiohead song I totally fell in love with. My roommate in college freshman year was slightly obsessed with the band so I was inundated with it all right away. Before then I had just enjoyed their songs on the radio but wasn't that big into buying new things. And honestly, I got annoyed with them because I heard them so much that year. I think it is because it wasn't MY choice to have them on. Anyway...the next year I had a radio show and started putting on some Radiohead tracks and would ask my roommate for suggestions. She suggested this one a lot and for good reason. It's an awesome song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts off quietly and quickly builds up into the introduction of Thom Yorke's voice. This is such a great song, both friendly to a new listener but also complex and solid for the old fan. I never tire of this one. It's also intense, it's "killing" him and you can totally feel that in the song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown&lt;br /&gt;Well what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;I know all the things around your head and what they do to you&lt;br /&gt;What are we coming to?&lt;br /&gt;What are we gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the black star&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the falling sky&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the satellite that beams me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you&lt;br /&gt;What are we coming to?&lt;br /&gt;What are we gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the black star&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the falling sky&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the satellite that beams me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you&lt;br /&gt;What am I coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I just don´t know anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the black star&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the falling sky&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the satellite that beams me home&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114502240206149893?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114502240206149893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114502240206149893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114502240206149893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114502240206149893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/04/32.html' title='#32'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114211439797811915</id><published>2006-03-11T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:59:57.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#31</title><content type='html'>"Flood Of Red"&lt;br /&gt;...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Madonna&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the singing style on this a lot and mixed with the drum beat in the background, it's a good song. I believe it's Jason singing (Anna, correct me if I'm wrong) and he seems to have the "different" songs. About two minutes in gives the instrumental breakdown part which honestly, is where I lose a little interest. Good thing the singing comes back in! I think this song is excellent as a part of the whole (album) but on its own it can't always keep my attention. Plus, I hate it when songs take forever to end and this one has like ten seconds of noise before it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow you into this suicide&lt;br /&gt;Place a foot into this city of refuge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Carelessly mock those around us who&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and cry&lt;br /&gt;Carefully lock those fears... surround them with lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I know&lt;br /&gt;Can it do harm?&lt;br /&gt;From one deadly...&lt;br /&gt;A burn to my skin&lt;br /&gt;Blaze the underbelly with no remorse&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the placid face of this frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;Taken by the screaming rhetoric&lt;br /&gt;Follow you into this suicide&lt;br /&gt;From what I know&lt;br /&gt;Can it do harm?&lt;br /&gt;From one deadly sin...&lt;br /&gt;A burn to my skin&lt;br /&gt;A flood of red&lt;br /&gt;Bound by lust&lt;br /&gt;From what I know&lt;br /&gt;Bound by lust&lt;br /&gt;Bound by trust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114211439797811915?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114211439797811915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114211439797811915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114211439797811915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114211439797811915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/03/31.html' title='#31'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114211403167988369</id><published>2006-03-11T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:53:51.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#30</title><content type='html'>"Say Yes"&lt;br /&gt;Elliott Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Either/Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: |||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, at one time, listened to this album so much that I had to make myself stop because it was making me depressed. I was fortunate enough to see Elliott Smith live and it was kind of on a whim since I only listened to him when my roommate in college, Cara, had him on. I remember that night so well because it started off with my getting the last ticket to a secret Foo Fighters show at the Black Cat and ended with me totally in love with Elliott Smith and his talents. Grandaddy opened for him and I enjoyed his set a lot, but I was also distracted by Elliott Smith sitting upstairs watching the show and smoking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this song...wow. This song is one of my absolute favorite songs in the world and not only for the tender lyrics but also for the harmonies created. You just know this song came straight from his heart and interviews with him have revealed that he would often go to a bar and if he couldn't remember the lyrics he thought of, he figured they weren't important enough to be part of a song. I'm so glad this one made it through! The first line gets me everytime: "I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl"...it's not just about being in love, it's about having a new outlook as a result of it. Loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m in love with the world through the eyes of a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s still around the morning after&lt;br /&gt;We broke up a month ago and I grew up I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;I’d be around the morning after&lt;br /&gt;It’s always been wait and see&lt;br /&gt;A happy day and then you pay&lt;br /&gt;And feel like shit the morning after&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel changed around and instead falling down&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing up the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;And I could be another fool or an exception to the rule&lt;br /&gt;You tell me the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Crooked spin can’t come to rest&lt;br /&gt;I’m damaged bad at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She’ll decide what she wants&lt;br /&gt;I’ll probably be the last to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one says until it shows and you see how it is&lt;br /&gt;They want you or they don’t&lt;br /&gt;Say yes&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with the world through the eyes of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who’s still around the morning after&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114211403167988369?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114211403167988369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114211403167988369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114211403167988369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114211403167988369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/03/30.html' title='#30'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114118755955970032</id><published>2006-02-28T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:32:39.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#29</title><content type='html'>"Beetlebum"&lt;br /&gt;Blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Blur&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song feels much longer than it's three and a half minutes and maybe it's because of it's soft-loud-soft-loud structure which can sometimes give a song multiple lives. There's nothing too exciting going on anywhere in the song, but when put together it totally works and it's a great one. I think most everyone alive in the early '00s would recognize the hook of this song and it occurs multiple times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur cracks me up because their thick accents come out in the songs and often it's difficult to realize the real lyrics. So you sing along for years and then one day you see the lyrics written out and realize you've had them wrong all that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;What you done&lt;br /&gt;She’s a gun&lt;br /&gt;Now what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;Get nothing done&lt;br /&gt;You beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;Just get numb&lt;br /&gt;Now what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she lets me slip away&lt;br /&gt;She turns me on all my violence is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothing is wrong, I just slip away and I am gone&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is wrong, she turns me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re young&lt;br /&gt;She’s a gun&lt;br /&gt;Now what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;She’ll suck your thumb&lt;br /&gt;She’ll make you come&lt;br /&gt;Coz, she’s your gun&lt;br /&gt;Now what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;He’s on, he’s on, he’s on it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114118755955970032?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114118755955970032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114118755955970032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114118755955970032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114118755955970032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/02/29.html' title='#29'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114118725115358382</id><published>2006-02-28T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:27:31.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#28</title><content type='html'>"Medicine Ball"&lt;br /&gt;Rogue Wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Descended Like Vultures&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is Rogue Wave's "Bob Dylan"-esque song. It has that feeling of lyrics being squished into too short of a period of time. It does NOT have the nasally sound that Bob Dylan has made famous but there is not doubt of the influence here. I love the sound of this song as it conflicts with itself, going between a folky sound and a strict drum beat kind of feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;No lyrics, I'll have to type them up myself&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114118725115358382?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114118725115358382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114118725115358382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114118725115358382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114118725115358382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/02/28.html' title='#28'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114100380941544140</id><published>2006-02-26T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:31:47.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#27</title><content type='html'>"Nanny Nanny Boo Boo"&lt;br /&gt;Le Tigre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Le Tigre because they are totally crazy and original. This song sounds a little juvenile but it's still a lot of fun. It's not your typical song with guitar, bass, and drums...it's built on sounds. Lots and lots of sounds. And then fun vocals mixed in. I like it a lot and it makes me want to dance. The beat is strict and not too fast which makes it sound like it's going to break out and speed up but it never does. I think that's where the energy comes from: never really going crazy. The closest thing is the little breakdown of instruments about 2 minutes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo&lt;br /&gt;nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo&lt;br /&gt;nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo&lt;br /&gt;nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo&lt;br /&gt;if you ask us how we want it we'll say man to man&lt;br /&gt;when you go to kiss our cheeks we're gonna put out our hands because&lt;br /&gt;all night we've been talking to liars&lt;br /&gt;and it's all right, just not in the style of tigers&lt;br /&gt;and if you ask us what we're doin we'll&lt;br /&gt;"it doesn't matter to you"&lt;br /&gt;all you need to know is we love to see the crowd move&lt;br /&gt;so turn it up&lt;br /&gt;it really isn't loud enough&lt;br /&gt;when we say when we know you think it's too much&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;nanny nany, nanny nanny boo boo&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;it's just a joke man, just an interview&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you'll never get it, i guess this shit is too new&lt;br /&gt;now lets synchronize our movements till they're super sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got high hats and loud claps in every mix&lt;br /&gt;we're like boys, just ask her, dicks done by C.P. Caster&lt;br /&gt;hey look out you're still in slip mode!&lt;br /&gt;thanks but now i'm in batch capture&lt;br /&gt;and if you ask us why we're laughing we'll say&lt;br /&gt;"it doesn't matter to you"&lt;br /&gt;all you need to know is we love to see the crowd move&lt;br /&gt;so turn it up&lt;br /&gt;it really sn't loud enough&lt;br /&gt;when we say when we know you think too much&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;nanny nanny..&lt;br /&gt;heaphones and velcro and pictures of mars&lt;br /&gt;new mics and dirt bikes and candy bars&lt;br /&gt;bowties and snkeaers while making beats&lt;br /&gt;hard drives and handbooks and hotel sheets&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter to you...&lt;br /&gt;nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;I do it every night&lt;br /&gt;she does it in her man suit&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;we never said it but you know we alwaus wanted to&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114100380941544140?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114100380941544140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114100380941544140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114100380941544140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114100380941544140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/02/27.html' title='#27'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114083725613635124</id><published>2006-02-24T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:14:16.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#26</title><content type='html'>"White Wedding"&lt;br /&gt;Billy Idol&lt;br /&gt;The Wedding Singer Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to play this song every week for my Dedication Radio show in college for my brother. Just because he was engaged and it mentioned, "little sister". I LOVE this song because it has so much energy but at the same time it's reserved. About two minutes in it really gets fun with some growl from Idol and the guitar solo. And I just love the little, "yeow!" he gives every once and awhile. Oh man, this song is just so hott because of all of the energy just under the surface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister what have you done&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister who's the only one&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister who's your superman&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister who's the one you want&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister shot gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day to start again&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day for a white wedding&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister what have you done&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister who's the only one&lt;br /&gt;I've been away for so long (so long)&lt;br /&gt;I've been away for so long (so long)&lt;br /&gt;I let you go for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day to start again (come on)&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day for a white wedding&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pick it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me back home&lt;br /&gt;There is nothin' fair in this world&lt;br /&gt;There is nothin' safe in this world&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothin' sure in this world&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothin' pure in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Look for something left in this world&lt;br /&gt;Start again&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day for a white wedding&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day to start again.&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day for a white wedding&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day to start again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114083725613635124?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114083725613635124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114083725613635124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114083725613635124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114083725613635124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/02/26.html' title='#26'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-114083663682970363</id><published>2006-02-24T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:04:56.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#25</title><content type='html'>"Mr. Farmer"&lt;br /&gt;The Seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Almost Famous Soundtrack&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nmber of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever heard this song before. Sometimes I buy soundtracks just because I liked the movie and then rarely listen to it. This song isn't too bad thoug-like sound going on. Simple, repetitive lyrics. It works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song isn't driving forward but it has that feeling anyway from the constant beat.  "Mr. Farmer" is from the '60s but it sounds like current stuff, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the farmer on the other side of town&lt;br /&gt;He's always working hard 'til the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;He's up every morning right on five, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a wanting green seeds just to come alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he don't wear a no farm clothes, he's always using a rake and hoe,&lt;br /&gt;But his seeds are starting to grow, like a big stalk up through the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to live in an apartment in a big old city&lt;br /&gt;With thick and priestly windows built right in it&lt;br /&gt;But he decided to move to a little tiny town&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to be a farmer all year round&lt;br /&gt;And on a country road where you can't see a thing&lt;br /&gt;He's got five acres filled little green things, he said&lt;br /&gt;He's working so hard all night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Farmer let me watch your crops&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Farmer let me water your crops&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Farmer let me harvest your crops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want to have a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;I said a farmer, farmer, farmer&lt;br /&gt;I want to be just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the farmer a walking down town, always draws a crowd when he's around&lt;br /&gt;He's always wearing seedy clothes, he's shows them off whereever he goes&lt;br /&gt;You can spot him anywhere, got a bright pink thumb but he don't care,&lt;br /&gt;I said, he looks like something from a very bad dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Farmer let me watch your crops&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Farmer let me water your crops&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Farmer let me harvest your crops&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Farmer let me save your crops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, a farmer, farmer, farmer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-114083663682970363?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/114083663682970363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=114083663682970363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114083663682970363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/114083663682970363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/02/25.html' title='#25'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113954409254268275</id><published>2006-02-09T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:01:32.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#24</title><content type='html'>"Wonderful Violin"&lt;br /&gt;Sandor Lakatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Music From Hungary&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Ali, plays the violin so I have a fond appreciation for it. Luckily, she buys a lot of classical CDs, too, and lets me put them on my iPod. This is one of those CDs. I am practically obsessed with Eastern European music and have been very pleased with this collection of pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so &lt;a href="http://members.eunet.at/spiranovic/Lakatos.html"&gt;Sandor Lakatos &lt;/a&gt;is a Hungarian gypsy violinist. Cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very easy-going piece, only a couple of minutes long with nothing too crazy going on. It ends with a flourish and, for me anyway, makes me listen to it again just for that ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;No lyrics&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113954409254268275?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113954409254268275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113954409254268275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113954409254268275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113954409254268275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/02/24.html' title='#24'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113954367894353232</id><published>2006-02-09T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:54:38.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#23</title><content type='html'>"Girl In The Mirror"&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Your #1 Requests...And More&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you make fun of me for having Britney Spears' CDs. She's a great entertainer and has some awesome dance music. Okayyyy, so this isn't a great dance song but it's really not terrible. It is one of those songs that I'll keep on because it's enjoyable to sing along with. I could have a category full of songs like that. I'm a horrible singer but I can't not sing when I hear music so I really appreciate those songs that are fun to sing along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, this is your typical pop song. There really isn't much to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who she is&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I know her&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish I did&lt;br /&gt;There's a story in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lullabies and goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;When she's looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;I can tell her heart is broken easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;Is crying out tonight&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her&lt;br /&gt;To make her feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Oh the girl in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;Is crying 'cause of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish there was something&lt;br /&gt;Something I could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;I would tell her&lt;br /&gt;Not to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;The pain that she's feeling&lt;br /&gt;The sense of loneliness will fade&lt;br /&gt;So dry your tears and rest assured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love will find you like before&lt;br /&gt;When she's looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing really works that easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;Is crying out tonight&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh the girl in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;Is crying 'cause of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish there was something&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was something&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish there was something&lt;br /&gt;I could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's what I see&lt;br /&gt;That the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what I see (no....)&lt;br /&gt;(The girl in my mirror)&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my mirror is me&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;Is crying out tonight&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her&lt;br /&gt;To make her feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Oh the girl in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;Is crying 'cause of you&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was something&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was something&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish there was something&lt;br /&gt;I could do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113954367894353232?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113954367894353232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113954367894353232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113954367894353232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113954367894353232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/02/23.html' title='#23'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113954340020991994</id><published>2006-02-09T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:50:00.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#22</title><content type='html'>"Somewhere Only We Know"&lt;br /&gt;Keane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Hopes And Fears&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song had to grow on me. I couldn't stand his voice at first, it was way too high and weird. But thanks to Barnes and Noble and their lack of in-store plays, I got to listen to this song at least twice a day for a good month. Two things helped me to enjoy this song more: seeing them perform it live (on TV) and actually listening to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big deal when Keane first hit it big for them not having a guitar player and it's cool because as you listen to this song especially, you would swear there's a guitar in there if you didn't know better. It drives forward, never letting you get bored enough to turn it off or to skip to the next track. I can't help but imagine him singing this heartfelt poem to his (almost?) lost love and trying to salvage what may be left. This could be a twenty-something's anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked across an empty land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I knew the pathway like the back of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the earth beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the river and it made me complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a fallen tree&lt;br /&gt;I felt the branches of it looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Is this the place we used to love?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113954340020991994?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113954340020991994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113954340020991994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113954340020991994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113954340020991994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/02/22.html' title='#22'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113954301833538575</id><published>2006-02-09T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:43:38.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#21</title><content type='html'>"Blue In Green"&lt;br /&gt;Miles Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;RS 500&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you I would do these reviews completely random. Do you think an instrumental jazz piece would be my 21st pick? I'm not a big jazz fan, I'll admit it. I appreciate it and even understand a lot of it but it just doesn't hook me like other music does. And let me make the distinction right now between structured jazz and the kind that gets improvisational and even "jam"-like. I do NOT like the latter. I remember being in one of those cliche, smoky jazz bars in New York just wishing for the song to end. I like structure, so sue me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the song...I either need to be wearing a black cocktail dress and sipping brandy or it be 3am and I'm the last one in the bar. Obviously Miles Davis is a good musician but I'm just not jumping out of my seat for this piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;No lyrics&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113954301833538575?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113954301833538575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113954301833538575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113954301833538575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113954301833538575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/02/21.html' title='#21'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113954270792592846</id><published>2006-02-09T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:38:27.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#20</title><content type='html'>"I'm A Terrible Person"&lt;br /&gt;Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this CD for like $3 and because I saw them on The O.C. It's very pop punkish. Well, maybe not so much punk but it's not straight up pop. OK, I'm babbling. So is this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts off nicely with solo guitar and voice. Adds in drums, etc. It definitely hooks you at first but then once it starts I just lose all interest. It reminds me of Piebald actually. Piebald in high school or something. Yes, that's it. This song is aimed towards someone much younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible person&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible person&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible person&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm a terrible person&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've led her on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one who knows what I've done to her&lt;br /&gt;I'm much smarter now&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell her friends before her&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible person&lt;br /&gt;I read her diary&lt;br /&gt;I'm not to be trusted&lt;br /&gt;I told all of her secrets to all the guys in town&lt;br /&gt;They all laugh and slap me five&lt;br /&gt;Luckily she doesn't have dirt on me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm the cleanest guy&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever be sorry&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not sorry for a thing I've done&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I'll ever wake up lonely&lt;br /&gt;Cause having her around wasn't all that special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday [x4]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113954270792592846?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113954270792592846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113954270792592846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113954270792592846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113954270792592846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/02/20.html' title='#20'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113717146512684582</id><published>2006-01-13T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:57:45.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#19</title><content type='html'>"Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)"&lt;br /&gt;Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;Funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 5 (I actually gave it a 4 until I read through the lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first bought this album it was sort of on a whim because I needed something new and had read about them in a music magazine. I was pleasantly surprised and immediately liked the "messiness" of their music. I think this is my favorite song on the album because it is so upbeat and almost rushes towards the end. It starts off with a (literal bang) which definitely draws the listener in with interest. I have a habit of singing along with a song the first time I hear it so I end up not really hearing the lyrics until many listens later. For this song, I am just now understand what he's singing about and it's not just crap...it's good, I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with the power out,&lt;br /&gt;not really something to shout about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Ice has covered up my parents hands&lt;br /&gt;don't have any dreams don't have any plans.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out into the night,&lt;br /&gt;I went out to find some light.&lt;br /&gt;Kids are swingin' from the power lines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;nobody's home, so nobody minds.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on the darkest night,&lt;br /&gt;neighbors all were shoutin' that they found the light.&lt;br /&gt;(We found the light)&lt;br /&gt;Shadows jumpin' all over the walls&lt;br /&gt;some of them big, some of them small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to pick a fight with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Light a candle for the kids,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ don't keep it hid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Woohoo! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice has covered up my parents hands&lt;br /&gt;don't have any dreams, don't have any plans.&lt;br /&gt;Growin' up in some strange storm,&lt;br /&gt;nobody's cold, nobody's warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out into the night,&lt;br /&gt;I went out to find some light.&lt;br /&gt;Kids are dyin' out in the snow,&lt;br /&gt;look at them go, look at them go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!(3x) WOO! Woohoo!(3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the power's out in the heart of man,&lt;br /&gt;take it from your heart put in your hand.(hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the plan? What's the plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a dream? Is it a lie?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll let you decide.&lt;br /&gt;Just light a candle for the kids,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ don't keep it hid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Cause nothin's hid, from us kids!&lt;br /&gt;You ain't foolin' nobody with the lights out!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the power's out in the heart of man,&lt;br /&gt;take it from your heart put in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;And there's something wrong in the heart of man,&lt;br /&gt;Take it from your heart and put it in your hand!&lt;br /&gt;(hand!)(the lights out!)(hand!)(right now!)(hand!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113717146512684582?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113717146512684582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113717146512684582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113717146512684582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113717146512684582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/01/19.html' title='#19'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113717077535952000</id><published>2006-01-13T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:46:15.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#18</title><content type='html'>"We Looked Like Giants"&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;Transatlanticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: ||||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard this song it took me an hour drive home to even get through it. I kept going back to the beginning to hear it over and over and over. Ben Gibbard is a god to music and not even getting into the beauty of the words he writes, it's the WAY he sings them that so often gets me. "Gray subcompact" on it's own is nothing but coming from his mouth it means something so much more. You know he's been in love and you know he's hurt from it, too. His songs are an open invitation to his heart and memories and it's a delicate trip that I get lost in every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music wise, my favorite part of the song is the swelling of sound and instruments that occurs about 2 minutes in. It is here when his singing gets just a tiny bit off with the beat of the music and I am so in love with it. "And I held you closer. than anyone would ever get"-holy crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the daylight,&lt;br /&gt;The sugary smell of springtime,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering when you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;In a still suburban town.&lt;br /&gt;When every Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;I'd brave those mountain passes,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd skip your early classes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And we'd learn how our bodies worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Goddamn the black night,&lt;br /&gt;With all its foul temptations,&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become what I always hated,&lt;br /&gt;When I was with you there.&lt;br /&gt;We looked like giants&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my grey sub-compact,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Fumbling to make contact,&lt;br /&gt;As the others slept inside.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And together there,&lt;br /&gt;In the shroud of frost,&lt;br /&gt;The mountain air began to pass&lt;br /&gt;Through every pane of weathered glass,&lt;br /&gt;And I held you closer&lt;br /&gt;than anyone would ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the JAMC?&lt;br /&gt;And reading aloud from magazines?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you,&lt;br /&gt;But I'd swear on my name,&lt;br /&gt;They could smell it on me.&lt;br /&gt;And I've never been too good with secrets,&lt;br /&gt;(No...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together there,&lt;br /&gt;In a shroud of frost,&lt;br /&gt;The mountain air began to pass&lt;br /&gt;Through every pane of weathered glass,&lt;br /&gt;And I held you closer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113717077535952000?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113717077535952000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113717077535952000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113717077535952000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113717077535952000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2006/01/18.html' title='#18'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113587476493554577</id><published>2005-12-29T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:47:18.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#17</title><content type='html'>"Emotion Sickness"&lt;br /&gt;Silverchair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neon Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an all-time favorite Silverchair song and an all-time favorite song, period! It is a monster of a song in length and emotion and I never tire of it. At six minutes long it's an epic by pop rock standards but with the added strings and piano it works and does not feel too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Helfgott, the inspiration for the movie "Shine," plays the piano part adding to the complexity and beauty of the song along with the string accompaniment. Helfgott, if you didn't know and haven't seen the movie, is a bit eccentric so I find it quite interesting and fitting that he plays on this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what else to say about this song except that it's beautiful, and complex, and full of emotion. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erupt again ignore the pill&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t let it show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sacrifice the tortures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orchestral tear cash-flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increase delete escape defeat&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that matters to you&lt;br /&gt;Cotton case for an iron pill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Distorted eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything is clearly dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;br /&gt;E-motion sickness&lt;br /&gt;Addict with no heroine&lt;br /&gt;E-motion sickness&lt;br /&gt;Distorted eyes&lt;br /&gt;When everything is clearly dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;[all my friends say]&lt;br /&gt;Get up get up get up get up&lt;br /&gt;Get up get up get up&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you stop my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-motion sickness&lt;br /&gt;[to idle with an idol]&lt;br /&gt;Addict with no heroine&lt;br /&gt;Good things will pass&lt;br /&gt;It helps with excess access&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-motion sickness&lt;br /&gt;[lost no friendship]&lt;br /&gt;[corrosive head pollution]&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113587476493554577?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113587476493554577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113587476493554577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113587476493554577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113587476493554577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/17.html' title='#17'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582588229579627</id><published>2005-12-28T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:55:55.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#16</title><content type='html'>"Consequence"&lt;br /&gt;Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make Yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Boyd has a great voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to like this song when it first comes on. The unorthodox start doesn't do it for me but once the song gets going I remember how much I like it. The background beat and guitar is fitting in the beginning and causes the listener to pay a bit more attention and then they are thrown into it at "son becomes a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Incubus a few years ago, before "Drive" came out and everyone went insane. They were so good live and I'd really like to see them again. Personally, I think they are a great band who manages to capture their energy in their recorded music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink and you miss a beat.&lt;br /&gt;Keep one of your eyes open at all times.&lt;br /&gt;Think that you're on the brink?&lt;br /&gt;The shit hasn't even began to hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;Consequence you'll see will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes.&lt;br /&gt;Situation has a stink.&lt;br /&gt;Better clear the air before your son becomes a man.&lt;br /&gt;Blink.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's been augmented, you've been left so far behind.&lt;br /&gt;Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of eyes in the back of your head.&lt;br /&gt;Consequence you've seen has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;Situation baffles me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's true you too are one of the walking dead.&lt;br /&gt;You better think fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause' you never know what's comin' around the bend.&lt;br /&gt;You better not blink!&lt;br /&gt;For Consequence is a bigger word than you think.&lt;br /&gt;It's bigger than you or me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582588229579627?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582588229579627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582588229579627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582588229579627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582588229579627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/16.html' title='#16'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582584275367159</id><published>2005-12-28T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:55:18.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#15</title><content type='html'>"Long Distance"&lt;br /&gt;ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ALL Best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: |||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL was my favorite band for a good portion of my junior year of college. My friend introduced me to them and from the first time I saw them live I was hooked. They have a gazillion albums, numerous lead singers and 3/4 of them are also The Descendents, a Top 5 punk band on anyone's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it's Chad Price (their 3rd singer?) on this song, written by Bill Stevenson, the drummer. I love this song because it flows well and the lyrics are heartfelt and the combination of a driving beat and the words is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not groundbreaking and it doesn't change lives but this song makes me happy. I like when it pops up on while my iPod is in *shuffle* mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance, last good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Can't give it one last try&lt;br /&gt;It's all over, we didn't even cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that the world came between us&lt;br /&gt;And the love got left behind&lt;br /&gt;No news flash, funeral, half-mast flags&lt;br /&gt;On the day that our love died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd tell you face to face&lt;br /&gt;If I could look you in the eye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just called to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you burn my pictures yet?&lt;br /&gt;Anything to try to forget&lt;br /&gt;It's all over, it's all I can do to stay on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that the world came between us&lt;br /&gt;And the love got left behind&lt;br /&gt;No news flash, funeral, half-mast flags&lt;br /&gt;On the day that our love died&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you face to face&lt;br /&gt;If I could look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;So I just called to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know how hard it is for both of us to try&lt;br /&gt;We both know how hot it is in Texas in July&lt;br /&gt;So what am I supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;How's the weather anyway?&lt;br /&gt;This time I called to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd have thought it would end like this?&lt;br /&gt;Without even a good-bye kiss&lt;br /&gt;No one can say we didn't try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years flew past, we tried to make it last&lt;br /&gt;But the love got left behind&lt;br /&gt;No news flash, funeral, half-mast flags&lt;br /&gt;On the day that our love died&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you face to face&lt;br /&gt;If I could look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;So I just called to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called to say&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing really left to say, so…&lt;br /&gt;I just called to say good-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582584275367159?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582584275367159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582584275367159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582584275367159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582584275367159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/15.html' title='#15'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582580630754057</id><published>2005-12-28T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:53:55.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#14</title><content type='html'>"Pulk/Pull Revolving Doors"&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amnesiac&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely one of Radiohead's "weirder" songs. Starts off with some weird sounds that I can't even find the words to describe. They are airy...and electronic..and there is a beat. I'm telling you, it's difficult to explain. It's basically Thom Yorke (I think) with some weird effect on his voice and he's not singing, just saying the lines. I like the drumming pattern in the background and seem to focus on that more than anything. With a minute to go it changes into what I would describe as soaring electronic sounds and it almost sounds like someone experimenting at the keyboard. Someone who can't really play the piano but is pushing keys and finding things that sound neat. I think &lt;i&gt;Amnesiac&lt;/i&gt; is my least favorite Radiohead album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are bomb doors&lt;br /&gt;and there are revolving doors&lt;br /&gt;doors on the rudders of big ships and there are revolving doors&lt;br /&gt;there are doors that open by themselves&lt;br /&gt;there are sliding doors and there are secret doors&lt;br /&gt;there are doors that lock and doors that don't&lt;br /&gt;there are doors that let you in and out but never open but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;there are trap doors that you can't come back from&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582580630754057?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582580630754057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582580630754057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582580630754057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582580630754057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/14.html' title='#14'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582578179042809</id><published>2005-12-28T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:54:35.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#13</title><content type='html'>"Fever Sleeves"&lt;br /&gt;Q And Not U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Kill No Beep Beep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Q And Not U have a great band name and it totally fits who they are. Many of their songs are characterized by changing rhthyms and meters along with random inflections of the lyrics. I remember seeing them live and they seemed all over the place. It was hard to focus on much more than the vocals that night but listening to their album brings out the many layers that make up their sound. Q And Not U just recently played their last show (or are about to?) and I kind of regret not seeing them more. Their bass player left the band and I wasn't sure how I would like them then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the fashion self informed versus mr.&lt;br /&gt;navy-blue-and-black.&lt;br /&gt;it's the fashion we contract.&lt;br /&gt;avocado in the neckline of the swimsuit matched just right&lt;br /&gt;with the vitamins in the pocket of the swimming trunks.&lt;br /&gt;cold laundry, show me out.&lt;br /&gt;roll me out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"meow" is not the message.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me in my favorite clothes.&lt;br /&gt;or dress me in your favorite clothes,&lt;br /&gt;kill me with your favorite comb and then just show me out.&lt;br /&gt;touch me with your fingers on your lips when the alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;bloody shot: show me out.&lt;br /&gt;sleeves collapse like this all the time.&lt;br /&gt;kill me and my favorite clothes.&lt;br /&gt;kill me with that favorite comb.&lt;br /&gt;bloody clot sleeves collapse like this all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582578179042809?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582578179042809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582578179042809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582578179042809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582578179042809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/13.html' title='#13'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582576127080327</id><published>2005-12-28T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:55:01.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#12</title><content type='html'>"Our Town"&lt;br /&gt;NoMeansNo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really into NoMeansNo anymore but they are definitely an interesting bunch. Just read the lyrics and then imagine a scary man with a shaved head yelling them in your face. NoMeansNo has good, steady bass lines which keep their long songs driving forward. I think, without those bass lines, the songs would feel endlessly long. It's 8 minutes long but in NoMeansNo standards that is normal. And you know, as I listen to this again I remember why I liked them so much a few years ago. They have incredible intensity and they get it all from loud and constant bass and drums, guitar lines that are softer and the singing. This isn't their best song but it's not bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our town, murders, happen everyday&lt;br /&gt;When the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the children play&lt;br /&gt;In our town, friday, is payroll day&lt;br /&gt;The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display&lt;br /&gt;In our town, murders, happen everyday&lt;br /&gt;There are whores walking the streets&lt;br /&gt;They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap&lt;br /&gt;We've got cops walking the beat&lt;br /&gt;Stopping all the strangers they meet&lt;br /&gt;Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the gallows pole&lt;br /&gt;Newsboys cry on every corner, some high and mighty, has been brought low&lt;br /&gt;In our town, friends, gather on the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;The merchants are fat and happy, the beggar's life is hard&lt;br /&gt;In our town, martyrs, hang in the gallows yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh&lt;br /&gt;There are guns, guns - the fire and smoke scratch my breath&lt;br /&gt;There are guns, guns - and empty eyes staring up in death&lt;br /&gt;There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh in our town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muezzins, call form the minarets&lt;br /&gt;Monks bow before their beggar bowls&lt;br /&gt;While christians smoke their cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;In our town, prophets, warn of a judgement day&lt;br /&gt;Young girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms' display&lt;br /&gt;In our town, the river, smells of oil and shit&lt;br /&gt;A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships&lt;br /&gt;In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips&lt;br /&gt;We've got whores walking the streets&lt;br /&gt;Stopping all the strangers they meet&lt;br /&gt;We've got cops walking the beat&lt;br /&gt;They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap&lt;br /&gt;In our town, the skyline, is like a mountain range&lt;br /&gt;The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a grassy plain&lt;br /&gt;In our town, the saints, smile down on festival days&lt;br /&gt;In tropical plumage, the black girls dance for the king of the big parade&lt;br /&gt;In our town, the bosses, curse the working man&lt;br /&gt;Husbands curse their wives, and then they raise their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrains)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our town the sirens answer to 911&lt;br /&gt;Another soul is flying free from another mother's son&lt;br /&gt;In our town, the bodies, are cremated by the riverside&lt;br /&gt;Up to the morning sun they rise&lt;br /&gt;The flames, the smoke, the widow's cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A stain of ashes, soot and sparks upon the dawning, rosy light&lt;br /&gt;In our town, the skyline, looks down upon the riverside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582576127080327?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582576127080327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582576127080327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582576127080327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582576127080327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/12.html' title='#12'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582573845835207</id><published>2005-12-28T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:53:10.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#11</title><content type='html'>"Pillars"&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Day Real Estate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How It Feels To Be Something On&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# of listens: |||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song starts out slowly and usually that turns me off of a song but this is one of the exceptions because once it gets started it is very worth it. And honestly, pasting the lyrics here is the first time I've ever known what he is singing about. See, that's how I listen to music: I barely pay attention to the lyrics for a long time because it's the melody and use of intruments and things like that that I enjoy. Later, as I am more familiar with the (non-singing) musical parts I can then move onto the lyrics and hopefully it can make the song even better.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Day Real Estate is one of those bands that does not use the formulaic song writing approach with their songs. A vocal line is not necessarily the beginning and end of a measure or a 4/8 bar span or any specific piece of the music. It doesn't always "fit" and what would be a sentence, or a line in poetry, does not correspond with a line in music. It's a tricky songwriting "technique" because very easily it can come off sounding like crap. I think SDRE is successful despite this because his voice is very smooth and the guitars/bass/drum are fairly loud in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy this song and I think it has a lot of energy that is always on the verge of boiling over but never makes it. I would have loved to have heard it performed live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were always one to stay the same girl&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to be the rain&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we would fall in there&lt;br /&gt;For a time and then unfall again&lt;br /&gt;For awhile I take you burying old bones&lt;br /&gt;Dawns grey the sign in the winter light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I know that you can feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes speak one hundred million knives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me you’ve gone astray&lt;br /&gt;I walk in circles&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen a million things that tell me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was always one to play the fool girl&lt;br /&gt;Though the rules were somewhat dark to me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we could fall in there&lt;br /&gt;For a time and then unfall again&lt;br /&gt;For a while I give you darium bound stones&lt;br /&gt;Growing through the roots of your mind to set apart&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you can feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes speak one hundred million lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total anxiety pay for variety&lt;br /&gt;We’ll wait for time to turn around your faith&lt;br /&gt;Wait for time to turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world we sold there was a choir there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me you’ve gone astray&lt;br /&gt;I talk in circles&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting chains that bind my purpose&lt;br /&gt;Only I’ve seen the million things that tell me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total anxiety pay for variety&lt;br /&gt;Wait for time to turn around your faith&lt;br /&gt;Choked on society laced with cyanide&lt;br /&gt;Wait for time to turn around your faith&lt;br /&gt;Wait for time to turn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582573845835207?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582573845835207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582573845835207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582573845835207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582573845835207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/11.html' title='#11'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582570414811362</id><published>2005-12-28T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:52:53.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>"The Einstein Crew"&lt;br /&gt;Millencolin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Same Old Tunes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millencolin is a great band for running. Every song is upbeat and really can pump you up to keep going. I used to listen to "Life On A Plate" once a day because it was the perfect length and tempo for running at MWC. I love the singer's voice and their songs definitely make me nostalgic for college but I don't find myself wanting to listen to them much anymore. Good bass lines. I love bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know about the Einstein crew?&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what they just want to do?&lt;br /&gt;They're always drinking, never thinking&lt;br /&gt;just looking for someone they can take and beat down&lt;br /&gt;they say they hate that guy, but when I ask howcome they don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;they're so damn full of hate, but do you think they're&lt;br /&gt;smart enough to hate themselves too? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you got your crew behind and behind you even left your mind&lt;br /&gt;come on and step to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick me, and I'll kiss you back.&lt;br /&gt;Kick me, after three six-packs.&lt;br /&gt;kick me, hope it feels allright.&lt;br /&gt;kick me, before I get chance to ask you why.&lt;br /&gt;(you're so messed up....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know about the Einstein crew?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do cause they hate you too, next they'll be kicking you&lt;br /&gt;just because you're smarter then the whole crew&lt;br /&gt;some of them where bugging me when I asked them about their history&lt;br /&gt;do you really believe these guys they're stereotypes so stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to say, who am I to judge&lt;br /&gt;who would ever listen to a guy called Fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Einstein crew, I could be your role model.&lt;br /&gt;The Einstein crew, one or to got their own pro-model.&lt;br /&gt;The Einstein crew, we feel sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;The Einstein crew, You're one big problem&lt;br /&gt;and some day you'll be sorry too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582570414811362?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582570414811362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582570414811362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582570414811362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582570414811362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582567730461681</id><published>2005-12-28T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:54:14.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#9</title><content type='html'>"Mass Nerder"&lt;br /&gt;Descendents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cool To Be You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# of listens: |||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Descendents although I must admit I do not listen to them as much as I used to. They're songs are fun, in my opinion with catchy rhthyms and lyrics. Starts off with a fun bass line, then drums, then everyone's in and it sounds like their other songs but is that really so bad? It's a song about not being "cool" enough but still being able to totally kick ass because you're not a poser. I love that this is a song about being nerdy! Points off only because the end gets a little long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't got no goatee&lt;br /&gt;Don't got no tattoo&lt;br /&gt;Don't got no nose ring&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these glasses&lt;br /&gt;So I'll never be cool&lt;br /&gt;Always get my assed kick&lt;br /&gt;When I get to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about image&lt;br /&gt;Don't got no attitude&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't get laid&lt;br /&gt;If I wont be like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't got no biceps&lt;br /&gt;Don't got no pecks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I'll read you under the table&lt;br /&gt;With my thick specks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I got these glasses&lt;br /&gt;So they kick my ass&lt;br /&gt;But I'll kick their asses&lt;br /&gt;When I get to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these glasses&lt;br /&gt;So I can't wear shades&lt;br /&gt;I'll kick their asses&lt;br /&gt;I'll get good grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna kick their asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Gonna kick their asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Gonna kick their asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get good grades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get rid of the times&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop the party line&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what the scenes about&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to mellow out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't got no goatee&lt;br /&gt;No fucking safety pin&lt;br /&gt;No I ain't no junkee&lt;br /&gt;Don't got no heroin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't got no styling lotion&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna live by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna be myself&lt;br /&gt;All you poseurs go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna kick their asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Gonna kick their asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Gonna kick their asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get good grades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Asses in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Asses in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Asses in class&lt;br /&gt;Asses in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must read&lt;br /&gt;We must read&lt;br /&gt;We must read&lt;br /&gt;We must read&lt;br /&gt;RRRREEEEAAAADDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get me a book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582567730461681?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582567730461681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582567730461681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582567730461681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582567730461681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/9.html' title='#9'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582564908590897</id><published>2005-12-28T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:50:15.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#8</title><content type='html'>"Faultine"&lt;br /&gt;Silverchair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frogstomp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# of listens: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3 (3 being average from now on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember buying this album because the DC101 DJ said they were like Pearl Jam and I was trying to be in on the up and coming bands. Of course "Tomorrow" and "Suicidal Dream" were my favorites and it wasn't until years later when I was reminded of Silverchair by my freshman year roommate and then again by my younger sister that I really listened to more of their stuff. Say what you will but I really like Silverchair. The fact they they were teenagers when they broke through seemed so cool to me back then when we were the same age.&lt;br /&gt;Musically, this song isn't a big stray from the "Silverchair Sound". Sometimes when songs start out slowly like this one does, I lose interest quickly. But Daniel Johns has an engaging voice and I can't explain why, and it's probably just me, but it makes me want to keep listening. I can't turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;I like the parts where he has the high notes but I also like when the entire line doesn't stray far from a single note. A third of the way through there is a tempo change and eventually progresses to a slightly abrupt ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpecting brother,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;When everything just falls to the ground, ohh,&lt;br /&gt;He runs to find some cover,&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have a clue,&lt;br /&gt;That his friend will never be found,&lt;br /&gt;When he's informed, that he,&lt;br /&gt;Will never see the boy,&lt;br /&gt;Will never see the boy,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see him open his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;We'll never see the boy,&lt;br /&gt;Never see the boy,&lt;br /&gt;You'll only hear his heavenly cries,&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, yeah, ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the past,&lt;br /&gt;It's all over now,&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature's striked once again,&lt;br /&gt;It happened oh so fast,&lt;br /&gt;Now the question's how,&lt;br /&gt;How could they let that building descend,&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, yeah, ohhhh,&lt;br /&gt;You will never see the boy,&lt;br /&gt;You will never see the boy,&lt;br /&gt;You will never see him open his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You will never see the boy,&lt;br /&gt;Never see the boy,&lt;br /&gt;You'll only hear his heavenly cries,&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, yeah, ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, no no never, no ohhh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After your life, I leave, I'm dead,&lt;br /&gt;Leading me off through the night,&lt;br /&gt;If he's born again, I need you to find,&lt;br /&gt;Need you to find, where he is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582564908590897?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582564908590897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582564908590897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582564908590897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582564908590897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/8.html' title='#8'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582560700931300</id><published>2005-12-28T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:49:41.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#7</title><content type='html'>"Gone"&lt;br /&gt;N*SYNC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Celebrity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# of listens: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars: 3 (out of 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love N*SYNC, I do. They are fun and retrospectively Justin Timberlake is hott. And if you just listen to his voice and forget that he once had that ridiculous curly hair, he's awesome. This is basically a prelude to his solo album anyway, as he takes control and the other guys are there to add harmonies here and there. Justin Timberlake has the gift of getting that pop angst sound in his voice without it being totally cheesy (and yes, I know many disagree).&lt;br /&gt;Musically, this song could have been released on &lt;i&gt;Justified&lt;/i&gt; and assumed to be about Britney. At risk of an oxymoron to some, this is a more mature N*SYNC song that I refuse to believe has no feeling behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout, Justin Timberlake displays his smooth voice and almost 4 minutes in gives the patented N*SYNC vocal solo that brings the song to it's climax and soon after, it's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Written by Justin Timberlake and Wade Robson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a thousand words that I could say&lt;br /&gt;To make you come home (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Seems so long ago you walked away&lt;br /&gt;And left me alone&lt;br /&gt;And I remember what you said to me&lt;br /&gt;You were acting so strange (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;That you needed a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said&lt;br /&gt;To make you turn away&lt;br /&gt;To make you walk out and leave me cold (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;If I could just find a way to make it so&lt;br /&gt;That you were right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' my best to be a man and be strong&lt;br /&gt;I drove myself insane&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;But the truth remains, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You're gone, baby, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're gone, baby girl, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You're gone, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't wanna make excuses, baby&lt;br /&gt;Won't change the fact that you're gone (no, no)&lt;br /&gt;But if there's something that I could do&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The time is passing so slowly now&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's my life without you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guess that's my life without you)&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I could change my everyday&lt;br /&gt;But baby I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just hang around&lt;br /&gt;And find some things to do&lt;br /&gt;To take my mind off missing you&lt;br /&gt;(My mind off missing you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I know in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You can't say that you don't love me too&lt;br /&gt;Please say you do (yeah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' my best to be a man and be strong&lt;br /&gt;I drove myself insane&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;But the truth remains, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You're gone, baby, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're gone, baby girl, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You're gone, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I do if I can't be with you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where will I turn to, baby who will I be&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are apart, am I still in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Baby why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That I need you here with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' my best to be a man and be strong&lt;br /&gt;I drove myself insane&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;But the truth remains, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You're gone, baby, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're gone, baby girl, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You're gone, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' my best to be a man and be strong&lt;br /&gt;I drove myself insane&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;But the truth remains, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You're gone, baby, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're gone, baby girl, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You're gone, you're gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582560700931300?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582560700931300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>"Hard To Explain"&lt;br /&gt;The Strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is This It?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I listened before I knew what to write: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has a "constant" feeling created by the beat which starts immediately and only is lifted about a minute into the song which also happens to be my favorite part. I really like The Strokes and I love Julian Casablancas' voice. I've seen them live and he sounds exactly the same as on the albums which is good. It's not just "produced." This song makes me want to move, to dance. Two minutes in gives the fake out...Is it over? IS THIS IT? Oh no..there is more rocking to be had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love how this song ends when it fades out but that last line gets in: "Hard To Explain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was an honest man&lt;br /&gt;Asked me for the phone&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take control&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't see it that way&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared some ideas&lt;br /&gt;All obsessed with fame&lt;br /&gt;Says we're all the same&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it that way&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raised in Carolina&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like that&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to remind her&lt;br /&gt;When we go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the last bus&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the next train&lt;br /&gt;I try, but you see&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I said the right things&lt;br /&gt;But act the wrong way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it right here&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;I watched the TV&lt;br /&gt;Forget what I'm told&lt;br /&gt;Well I am too young&lt;br /&gt;And they are too old&lt;br /&gt;The joke is on you&lt;br /&gt;This place is a zoo&lt;br /&gt;You're right, it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he can't decide&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head to say&lt;br /&gt;Everythings just great&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just can't remember&lt;br /&gt;I just can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raised in Carolina (she says)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like that&lt;br /&gt;Trying to remind her&lt;br /&gt;When we go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say the right things&lt;br /&gt;But act the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I like it right here&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;I watched the TV&lt;br /&gt;Forget what I'm told&lt;br /&gt;I am too young&lt;br /&gt;And they are too old&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm ever so pleased&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to be nice&lt;br /&gt;So I can be mean&lt;br /&gt;I missed the last bus&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the next train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I try, but you see&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to explain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582558085868743?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582558085868743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582558085868743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582558085868743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582558085868743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/6.html' title='#6'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582556043165045</id><published>2005-12-28T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:06:00.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>"Invalid Litter Department"&lt;br /&gt;At The Drive-In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relationship Of Command&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times I listened before I knew what to write: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars: 2 (out of 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At The Drive-In (ATDI) is weird. They just are so if you're not ready for that, you're not going to like many of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;This one however, starts off in a sneaky way with melodic choices that causes the listener to do a "double-listen" (you know, like a double take!). So you're intrigued and keep the song on until you hear the speaking part. But even then you have to wonder what's next. I don't even pay attention to what he's saying because I'm distracted waiting for the next singing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 stars because it never takes off like it really could, I think. And I tend to get bored during it. Also, later on the notes seem to not be a part of any sort of key but just chosen at random. This only occurs for a moment but it's enough to distract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies&lt;br /&gt;that had knocked the pins down&lt;br /&gt;as their shoes gripped the dirt floor&lt;br /&gt;in the silhouette of dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dancing on corpses' ashes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, they had plans for him&lt;br /&gt;they has spun the last of the pimps&lt;br /&gt;corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips&lt;br /&gt;while the guillotine just laughed again&lt;br /&gt;dancing on the corpses' ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paramedics fell into the wound&lt;br /&gt;like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant&lt;br /&gt;an anesthetic penance beneath&lt;br /&gt;the hail of contraband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had been defected and excommunicated&lt;br /&gt;and all the pulses were subverted&lt;br /&gt;and they made sure the obituaries&lt;br /&gt;showed pictures of smoke stacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vivid dissection that mocked&lt;br /&gt;the strut of vivisection&lt;br /&gt;semi-automatic colonies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and a silencing that still walks the streets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the company of wolves&lt;br /&gt;was a stretcher made of&lt;br /&gt;cobblestone curfews&lt;br /&gt;the federales performed&lt;br /&gt;their custodial customs quite well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;callous heels&lt;br /&gt;numbed in travel&lt;br /&gt;endless maps made&lt;br /&gt;by their scalpels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;on my way&lt;br /&gt;nails broke and fell&lt;br /&gt;into the&lt;br /&gt;wishing well&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582556043165045?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582556043165045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582556043165045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582556043165045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582556043165045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582553481296858</id><published>2005-12-28T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:47:44.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>"Go On Drone"&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mercedes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Loses Control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens before I knew what to write: .5&lt;br /&gt;Stars: 5 (out of 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG!!!! I've seen Hey Mercedes (now broken up, *moment of silence* please) over 10 times so I know their songs pretty well. Well, in anticipation of their 2nd full length album I was ecstatic when they toured with the new songs. I remember emailing Bob Nanna the second I got home to tell him how much I loved them, especially the one that said, "Stop the press." This song.&lt;br /&gt;Bob Nanna is a master of lyrics, in my opinion. He uses all of those fancy things like alliteration and other big words I can't think of right now. He creates memorable songs because you know he really believes what he's singing about. The things he comes up with can not be made up, he has to draw from real life inspirations and that is why I love Hey Mercedes so much.&lt;br /&gt;Musically this song is very pleasant yet exciting at the same time. It starts off with just the guitar "droning" if you will. Bob sets the stage (or bar) with Damon's drumming instantly creating a rythm that requires moving from it's listener. Bob Nanna sings the word "sexy," I swoon and from there it quickly takes off. Enter Mike with my favorite Hey Mercedes trick-2 voices. It's nothing special, or new, but it works so well. Especially in this song with the two different lines overlapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah slides up to the bar and orders me&lt;br /&gt;the strongest thing this side of armor street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;she's got the saddest eyes i've ever seen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she says&lt;br /&gt;oh baby were you ever meant to be&lt;br /&gt;well maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;now sexy don't get so excited&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you're so much cuter when you try to fight it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your're filling up the room with that terrible gloom&lt;br /&gt;and the mere thought of a turnaround is bring the whole place down&lt;br /&gt;stop the press&lt;br /&gt;who is that mess&lt;br /&gt;go on drone&lt;br /&gt;we've never been so impressed&lt;br /&gt;go on drone&lt;br /&gt;stay home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;afraid of the phone and famously alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on drone&lt;br /&gt;true love might be fun for some&lt;br /&gt;but we know that it's just too tough&lt;br /&gt;is there the proper power left to hold us in&lt;br /&gt;so we'd stay golden&lt;br /&gt;so i'm always working on new grand ways to avoid&lt;br /&gt;doing any work on everything&lt;br /&gt;that could amount to anything&lt;br /&gt;the poor poor cat&lt;br /&gt;don't lie like that&lt;br /&gt;in regret's bed&lt;br /&gt;in beads of sweat&lt;br /&gt;blurry head&lt;br /&gt;ruby red&lt;br /&gt;not yet deceased&lt;br /&gt;undead instead&lt;br /&gt;hardly home de chez rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;je ne sais quai&lt;br /&gt;je taime cell phone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know you know how&lt;br /&gt;don't you drone&lt;br /&gt;we know you know&lt;br /&gt;stop the press&lt;br /&gt;who is that mess&lt;br /&gt;go on drone&lt;br /&gt;we've never been so impressed&lt;br /&gt;go on drone&lt;br /&gt;stay home&lt;br /&gt;afraid of the phone and famously alone&lt;br /&gt;go on drone&lt;br /&gt;we are all done now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582553481296858?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582553481296858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582553481296858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582553481296858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582553481296858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582551343275863</id><published>2005-12-28T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:47:09.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>"Backdrifts (Honeymoon Is Over)"&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hail To The Thief&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times I listened before I knew what to write: |&lt;br /&gt;Stars (out of 5): 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this entire album is amazing. This song does not let me down, the beat is interesting and catchy and Thom Yorke's melody complements it well. Whenever I hear any of their Kid A and on songs I picture their SNL performane of "Idioteque" I believe when the audience was in shock by what was happening and the band was all over the place. Most people knew "Creep" and "Karma Police" and this is no Karma Police/Creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm taking points off for is the end which drags a little and it's not as memorable as some of their other songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're rotten fruit&lt;br /&gt;We're damaged goods&lt;br /&gt;What the hell we've got nothing more to lose&lt;br /&gt;One burst and we will probably crumble&lt;br /&gt;We’re backdrifting&lt;br /&gt;This far but no further&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging off a branch&lt;br /&gt;I'm teetering on a breaker&lt;br /&gt;Honey sweets so fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm backsliding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fell into our arms&lt;br /&gt;You fell into our arms&lt;br /&gt;We tried but there was nothing we could do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we could do&lt;br /&gt;All evidence has been buried&lt;br /&gt;Our tapes are bittering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But your footsteps give you a way&lt;br /&gt;So you're backtracking &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh, you fell into our arms&lt;br /&gt;You fell into our arms&lt;br /&gt;We tried but there was nothing we could do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we could do&lt;br /&gt;You fell into our&lt;br /&gt;You fell into a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're rotten fruit&lt;br /&gt;We're damaged goods&lt;br /&gt;What the hell we've got nothing more to lose&lt;br /&gt;One burst and we will probably crumble&lt;br /&gt;We're backdrifters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582551343275863?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582551343275863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582551343275863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582551343275863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582551343275863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582548258627233</id><published>2005-12-28T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:47:28.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>"Nice To Know You"&lt;br /&gt;Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morning View&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens before I knew what to write: ||&lt;br /&gt;Stars: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this song because it is fun to sing along with. However, I often get bored in the first 20 seconds or so waiting for it to start. This is a good radio song, it's pleasant and takes just enough risks musically but not too much to make it difficult to listen to. And all radio songs should be fun to sing along with, right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm only giving it 2 stars out of 5 though because it feels like a formulaic song-one that fills in what is necessary for a "hit". Incubus can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than watching Geller bending silver spoons&lt;br /&gt;Better than witnessing new born nebulas in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;She who sees from 'up high' smiles and surely sings.&lt;br /&gt;Perspective pries her once weighty eyes and it&lt;br /&gt;Gives you wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt the way I feel today&lt;br /&gt;In so long it's hard for me to specify.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to notice how much this feels&lt;br /&gt;Like a waking limb...pins and needles,&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know you, good-bye x 4&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know you... to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Higher than the heights of what we often think we know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees.&lt;br /&gt;To obtain a 'birds eye' is to turn a blizzard to a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt the way I feel today&lt;br /&gt;In so long it's hard for me to specify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm beginning to notice how much this&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a waking limb... pins and needles,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know you, Good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Nice to Know You,&lt;br /&gt;To know... You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So could it be that it had been there all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt the way I feel today&lt;br /&gt;In so long it's hard for me to specify.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to notice how much this&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a waking limb... pins and needles,&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know you, Good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;Nice to Know You&lt;br /&gt;To know..You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582548258627233?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582548258627233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582548258627233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582548258627233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582548258627233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582544189554929</id><published>2005-12-28T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:46:56.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>"Escape"&lt;br /&gt;Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Showbiz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of listens before I knew what to write about: |||||&lt;br /&gt;Stars- 5 (I think all Muse songs will get 5 stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Muse because many of their songs use the soft-loud-soft style that I love so much. That format instantly creates energy and combined with his voice, a powerful song is created. This song makes me want to drive down the highway, song blasting, while singing my heart out! It almost makes me want to be scorned so I can feel what he's saying...almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would say anything&lt;br /&gt;You would try anything&lt;br /&gt;To escape your meaningless&lt;br /&gt;And your insignificance&lt;br /&gt;You’re uncontrolable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And we are unloveable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want you to think that I care&lt;br /&gt;I never would&lt;br /&gt;I never could&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you just love her?&lt;br /&gt;Why be such a monster?&lt;br /&gt;You bully from a distance&lt;br /&gt;Your brain needs some assistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll still take all the blame&lt;br /&gt;’cause you and me are both one and the same&lt;br /&gt;And it’s driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;And it’s driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take back all the things that I said&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realise I was always talking to the living dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want you to think that I care&lt;br /&gt;I never would&lt;br /&gt;I never could&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would say anything&lt;br /&gt;You would try anything&lt;br /&gt;To escape your meaningless&lt;br /&gt;And your insignificance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582544189554929?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582544189554929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582544189554929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582544189554929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582544189554929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20288590.post-113582539983359926</id><published>2005-12-28T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:56:51.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ipodupod</title><content type='html'>This journal will be complete when I have reviewed 40GB of songs or, the maximum number my iPod can hold. It might not be every day and it might not be consistant in format but it will be long and I will finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready. Set. Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This project was started 10 February 2005 on &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ipodupod"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;. As of today it will be cross documented.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20288590-113582539983359926?l=ipodupodreview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/feeds/113582539983359926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20288590&amp;postID=113582539983359926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582539983359926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20288590/posts/default/113582539983359926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipodupodreview.blogspot.com/2005/12/ipodupod.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/ipodupod&quot;&gt;ipodupod&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229159795899119620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
