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  <updated>2006-12-13T23:59:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kimpton:68842</id>
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    <title>"Spare Me The Details"</title>
    <published>2006-12-13T23:59:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-13T23:59:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My girlfriend, my dumb donut&lt;br /&gt;Went up to a party just the other night&lt;br /&gt;But three hours later and seven shots of jäger&lt;br /&gt;She was in the bedroom with another guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;About her feet all up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well I'm not the one who acted like a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be the one who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who messed up big time&lt;br /&gt;So spare me the details if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can understand friends who wanna tell me&lt;br /&gt;They think they're gonna help me, open up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But the play by play makes me wanna lose it&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you do it man, it turns the knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;About her feet all up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well I'm not the one who acted like a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be the one who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who messed up big time&lt;br /&gt;So spare me the details if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't need to hear about the sounds they were makin'&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to hear about how long it was takin'&lt;br /&gt;Or how the walls they were shakin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lying in bed wallowing in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Missin' the tomorrow that we could have had&lt;br /&gt;Running through my head, over and over&lt;br /&gt;Things I never told her that just made me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it drives me insane sittin with a vision&lt;br /&gt;stuck with that image burned into my brain&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so dumb that I could ever trust her&lt;br /&gt;When someone else fucked her, then walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;About her feet all up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm not the one who acted like a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be the one who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who messed up big time&lt;br /&gt;So spare me the details if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;(Spare me the details if you don't mind)&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;(Spare me the details if you don't mind)&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kimpton:68355</id>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2006-10-10T14:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-10T14:05:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-10T14:05:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tism&lt;br /&gt;» Greg! The Stop Sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who slagged the football team -&lt;br /&gt;Those yobs were not for him&lt;br /&gt;Turns into a real estate agent&lt;br /&gt;Who believes in discipline;&lt;br /&gt;That guy who's the first to use cocaine,&lt;br /&gt;The wild boy breaking free,&lt;br /&gt;Ends up in a court of law&lt;br /&gt;As a prosecuting QC;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the school captain? -&lt;br /&gt;Success was a matter of time;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her now as she screams,&lt;br /&gt;'Greg! You missed the stop sign!'&lt;br /&gt;Forget Snoop Doggy Dogg&lt;br /&gt;Forget ol' Ice T&lt;br /&gt;The true word out on the street&lt;br /&gt;Is produced by the TAC&lt;br /&gt;What good's the use of striving?&lt;br /&gt;As life's road in front unravels&lt;br /&gt;We get to do the driving&lt;br /&gt;But don't choose the direction we travel.&lt;br /&gt;Do your homework, or wag for weeks&lt;br /&gt;And graffiti the Dandenong line;&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter when you hear that scream:&lt;br /&gt;'Greg! You missed the stop sign!'&lt;br /&gt;Some time in the next hundred thousand years&lt;br /&gt;A comet's gonna wipe out all trace of Man -&lt;br /&gt;I'm banking on it coming before&lt;br /&gt;My end of year exam.&lt;br /&gt;The rich kid becomes a junkie&lt;br /&gt;The poor kid an advertiser&lt;br /&gt;What a tragic waste of potential -&lt;br /&gt;Being a junkie's not so good either.&lt;br /&gt;Your folks struggled hard for what you've got,&lt;br /&gt;You are the fruit of their vine;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares what you sow when what you reap&lt;br /&gt;Is: 'Greg! You missed the stop sign!'&lt;br /&gt;Bought a car just the other day&lt;br /&gt;Man could that baby run&lt;br /&gt;But you know what they always say:&lt;br /&gt;There's always a better one.&lt;br /&gt;Got a tumour in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Its creeping to my lungs&lt;br /&gt;And I've searched around in vain&lt;br /&gt;Can't find me a better one.&lt;br /&gt;Hardwired into everyone's head&lt;br /&gt;Is the person they're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Growing up ain't a matter of choice&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;And so kids, yeah, you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;You can do your best&lt;br /&gt;Girls can do anything&lt;br /&gt;You can pass the test&lt;br /&gt;I'm OK, you're OK, We're all right, we're fine&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw a semi-trailer&lt;br /&gt;Greg! You missed the stop sign!</content>
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    <title>Oakenfold- oldie - but still feeling the music</title>
    <published>2006-10-02T12:09:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-02T12:09:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey DJ!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight into the stars&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m seein’ stars&lt;br /&gt;Tonight into the stars&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m seein’ stars&lt;br /&gt;Tonight into the stars&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m seein’ stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I found myself with my friends&lt;br /&gt;Dancin’ the night away it’s like the party never ends&lt;br /&gt;Then again we don’t want it to stop cause&lt;br /&gt;Tonight’s the night it goes sweat box, lazer beems, flashin’ lights&lt;br /&gt;Wild cards, been from mars, dressed in stars and stripes&lt;br /&gt;Ecliptic electric&lt;br /&gt;Ladies of the evenin’&lt;br /&gt;Drinkin’ booze and minglin’&lt;br /&gt;Lodgin’ to the music I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;Freaky Deaky star speckles and pink butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Life is nice, so nice&lt;br /&gt;I walk into a club and I’ve found paradise&lt;br /&gt;I’m seein’ stars, I can’t believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m seein’ stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my starry eyed surprise&lt;br /&gt;Sundown to Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Dance all night&lt;br /&gt;We gonna dance all night&lt;br /&gt;Dance all night to this DJ&lt;br /&gt;Ah sugar dance all night to this DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my starry eyed surprise&lt;br /&gt;Sundown to Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Dance all night&lt;br /&gt;We gonna dance all night&lt;br /&gt;Dance all night to this DJ&lt;br /&gt;Ah sugar dance all night to this DJ&lt;br /&gt;Dance all night to this DJ&lt;br /&gt;Ah lover dance all night to this DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the record I was feelin’s on the trails we blaze&lt;br /&gt;The walls are closin’ in but that’s okay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been waitin’ all week to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good so good&lt;br /&gt;I’m on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;The coolest kid in the neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;So let me be your star for one night, that’s right&lt;br /&gt;Sweat box, lazer beems, flashin’ lights&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to, feel the rush, feel the spice of life&lt;br /&gt;Thug life, Shifty rolls the dice&lt;br /&gt;Snake eyes, surprise&lt;br /&gt;Icein’, Mesmerizin’&lt;br /&gt;The minds of sick ones&lt;br /&gt;Cause what we are are victims of fun&lt;br /&gt;C’mon C’mon&lt;br /&gt;The fun is just begun&lt;br /&gt;C’mon the fun has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey DJ!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight into the stars&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m seein’ stars&lt;br /&gt;It goes ooh la la I see stars&lt;br /&gt;I’m seein’ stars, I’m seein’ stars&lt;br /&gt;Seein’ stars, I’m seein’ stars&lt;br /&gt;Seein’ stars, I’m seein’ stars</content>
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    <title>Never went to church - Streets</title>
    <published>2006-07-17T10:53:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-17T10:53:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Two great European narcotics, &lt;br /&gt;Alcohol and Christianity, &lt;br /&gt;I know which one I prefer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never went to church, &lt;br /&gt;Just get on with work and sometimes things'll hurt, &lt;br /&gt;But it's hit me since you left us, &lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard not to search. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were still about, &lt;br /&gt;I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now, &lt;br /&gt;I just get grubbin' scared, &lt;br /&gt;Every now, &lt;br /&gt;Hope I made you proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons, &lt;br /&gt;I put my head on the table I was so distraught with you, &lt;br /&gt;You tidied your things into the bin, &lt;br /&gt;The more poorly you grew, &lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing of yours to hold or to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a, but.. &lt;br /&gt;People say I interrupt people with the same look. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think so hard I can't remember how your face looked, &lt;br /&gt;Started reading about dreams in your favourite book. &lt;br /&gt;Panic and pace when I can't see the right thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;You'd be scratching your head through the best advice you knew. &lt;br /&gt;And I feel sad I can't hear you reciting it through, &lt;br /&gt;I miss you dad but I've got nothing to remind me of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken, &lt;br /&gt;I needed to pray or see a priest that day, &lt;br /&gt;I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away. &lt;br /&gt;But I cleaned up my place like you so I could see things straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cared about God when life was sailin' in the calm, &lt;br /&gt;So I said I'd get my head down and I'd deal with the ache in my heart, &lt;br /&gt;And for that if God exists I'd reckon he'd pay me regard, &lt;br /&gt;Mom says me and you are the same from the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess than you did leave me something to remind me of you, &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I interrupt someone like you used to, &lt;br /&gt;When I do something like you you'll be on my mind or through, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I forgot you left me behind to remind me of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you you still tell me how you didn't know what to do even now, &lt;br /&gt;And then I'm not so scared somehow, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you'd be proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a good one for you dad, &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman, &lt;br /&gt;You always said I should hedge my bets</content>
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    <title>Drug Advise.. haha this is gold..</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T08:30:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T08:30:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Some good things to always remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cars can hurt you. &lt;br /&gt;2) You cannot fly. &lt;br /&gt;3) It's never a good time to die. &lt;br /&gt;4) Taking your clothes off will draw attention. &lt;br /&gt;5) Keep your mouth shut at all times while in public. &lt;br /&gt;6) Although you may see things that are not there, you won't NOT see things that aren't there. &lt;br /&gt;7) Don't forget how to burp. &lt;br /&gt;8) Only carry: a house-key, some loose change, and your address in your shoe. &lt;br /&gt;9) Nobody can tell that you are tripping till you tell them "I'm tripping". &lt;br /&gt;10) No matter how fucked-up you think you are, you'll eventually come down.</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2006-05-15T00:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T14:44:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T14:44:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Drive boy dog boy dirty numb angel boy&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway boy she was a lipstick boy&lt;br /&gt;She was a beautiful boy and tears boy&lt;br /&gt;And all in your innerspace boy you had&lt;br /&gt;Hands girl boy and steel boy you had&lt;br /&gt;Chemicals boy I’ve grown so close to you&lt;br /&gt;Boy and you just groan boy she said&lt;br /&gt;Comeover comeover she smiled at you boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your feelings slip boy but never your mask boy&lt;br /&gt;Random blonde bio high density rhythm blonde boy&lt;br /&gt;Blonde country blonde high density&lt;br /&gt;You are my drug boy you’re real boy speak to me&lt;br /&gt;And boy dog dirty numb cracking boy&lt;br /&gt;You get wet boy big big time boy&lt;br /&gt;Acid bear boy babes and babes and babes and&lt;br /&gt;Babes and babes and remembering nothing boy.&lt;br /&gt;You like my tin horn boy and get wet like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Derail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a velvet mouth you’re so succulent and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering and dirty wonderful and hot times&lt;br /&gt;On your telephone line and God and everything&lt;br /&gt;On your telephone and in walk an angel.&lt;br /&gt;And look at me your mom squatting pissed in&lt;br /&gt;A tube hole at tottenham court&lt;br /&gt;Road I just come out of the ship&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the most blonde I ever met.&lt;br /&gt;Shouting&lt;br /&gt;Lager lager lager lager shouting&lt;br /&gt;Lager lager lager lager shouting&lt;br /&gt;Lager lager lager shouting&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega white thing mega mega white thing&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega white thing mega mega shouting&lt;br /&gt;Lager lager lager lager mega mega white thing&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega white thing&lt;br /&gt;So many things to see and do in the tube hole&lt;br /&gt;True blonde going back to romford&lt;br /&gt;Mega mega mega going back to romford&lt;br /&gt;Hi mom are you having fun and now are you on&lt;br /&gt;Your way to a new tension headache</content>
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    <title>WEEEEEE.. BLEEP!</title>
    <published>2006-05-13T05:05:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-13T05:05:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">DARKNESS VERSION OF EXTACY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dusty old night&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the first to admit it&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i upset someone&lt;br /&gt;But my memory has chosen to omit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny voice was telling me&lt;br /&gt;i should cool it&lt;br /&gt;Chewing my face off&lt;br /&gt;talking absolute rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first line hit me like a kick in the face&lt;br /&gt;Thought I better have another just in case&lt;br /&gt;Next thing i knew my heart was under attack&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Back!&lt;br /&gt;One Way Ticket to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;One way ticket to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always trying to keep my vices under wraps&lt;br /&gt;But a coach load of mutes would appear talkative chaps&lt;br /&gt;They seemed fit to join me for a couple of hits&lt;br /&gt;But my septum is in tatters&lt;br /&gt;And I've still got the runs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn for a moment then you kick like a mule&lt;br /&gt;Strangers are agreeing that it was rocket fuel&lt;br /&gt;Seveal lines are chocking like a glorious game&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back!&lt;br /&gt;One Way Ticket to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;One way ticket to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sitar / effects]&lt;br /&gt;Stick it up your f*cking nose! (Woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;[Solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy coke, repeating myself, except I'm getting slightly louder&lt;br /&gt;Pausing long enough to snort that white powder&lt;br /&gt;Wheels steering off but I'm still on track&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back!&lt;br /&gt;One way ticket to hell and back (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell and back (ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;One way ticket to hell and back,&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell (oooh yeaah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way ticket to hell and back (woo!)&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;One way ticket to hell and back,&lt;br /&gt;Bought a one way ticket to hell...</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2006-02-25T18:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-25T07:41:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-25T07:41:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been buried in the sand&lt;br /&gt;I've come down with no place to land&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you to understand&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I had planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hunger, all the yearning&lt;br /&gt;With the lifeline that you're burning&lt;br /&gt;Poison lessons that you're learning&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead is turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal education&lt;br /&gt;It got sold to our generation&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to the manipulation&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to the situation&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick together side by side&lt;br /&gt;We no longer need to hide&lt;br /&gt;From the darkness into the light&lt;br /&gt;Now is your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to numb the pain&lt;br /&gt;Forget me and forget my name&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the time to arrive&lt;br /&gt;No one gets out of here alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal education&lt;br /&gt;It got sold to our generation&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to the manipulation&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to the situation&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up! Wake Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been buried in the sand&lt;br /&gt;I've come down with no place to land&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you to understand&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I had planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal education&lt;br /&gt;It got sold to our generation&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to the manipulation&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal education&lt;br /&gt;It got sold to our generation</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2006-02-11T17:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-11T06:09:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-11T06:09:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cos this world swallows souls&lt;br /&gt;And when the blues unfold&lt;br /&gt;It gets cold silence burns holes&lt;br /&gt;You're going mad&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you always were&lt;br /&gt;But when things was good you just didn't care&lt;br /&gt;This is called irony&lt;br /&gt;When you most need to get up you got no energy&lt;br /&gt;Time and time shit'll happen&lt;br /&gt;The dark shit's unwrapping&lt;br /&gt;But no-one's listening your mates are laughing&lt;br /&gt;Your brethren's f**king and then you start hating&lt;br /&gt;Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.&lt;br /&gt;So smoke another draw&lt;br /&gt;It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore&lt;br /&gt;Rain taps on your window&lt;br /&gt;Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now&lt;br /&gt;Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;Weed becomes a chore&lt;br /&gt;You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels nice and still&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about brown is it always will&lt;br /&gt;It's easy, no-one blames you&lt;br /&gt;It's that world out there that's f**ked you&lt;br /&gt;You know less of a person and if God exists&lt;br /&gt;He still loves you&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from&lt;br /&gt;that brink&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more&lt;br /&gt;fitting&lt;br /&gt;But who's picking?&lt;br /&gt;Searching for yourself you find demons&lt;br /&gt;Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman&lt;br /&gt;Cos your the same as I am&lt;br /&gt;We all need our fellow man&lt;br /&gt;We all need our samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm better looking than you tho&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier... no.&lt;br /&gt;Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer&lt;br /&gt;than my world&lt;br /&gt;And your happyness will uncurl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;People who say that are blaspheming&lt;br /&gt;They're doing nine to five and moaning&lt;br /&gt;And they don't want you succeeding when theyve blown it&lt;br /&gt;And you idols - who are they?&lt;br /&gt;They too dreamt about their day&lt;br /&gt;Positive steps will see your goals.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold.&lt;br /&gt;I aint helping you climb the ladder&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy climbing mine.&lt;br /&gt;That's how it's been since the dawn of time&lt;br /&gt;If you reach a cul-de-sac&lt;br /&gt;The world turns it's back&lt;br /&gt;This is you zone, it's like blackjack&lt;br /&gt;He might get the ace or the top one&lt;br /&gt;So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have&lt;br /&gt;f**ked him son&lt;br /&gt;And for that you'll be the better one&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before you go though&lt;br /&gt;When you feel better tommorow you'll be a hero&lt;br /&gt;But never forget today. you could be back here&lt;br /&gt;Things can stray&lt;br /&gt;What if you see me in that window?&lt;br /&gt;You won't help me I know.&lt;br /&gt;That's cool, just keep walking where you go.&lt;br /&gt;Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know&lt;br /&gt;you aint lightweight&lt;br /&gt;And go see your mates&lt;br /&gt;And when they don't look happy&lt;br /&gt;Play them this tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand me&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;I aint no preaching f**ker and I aint no do-goody-goody either&lt;br /&gt;This is about when shit goes pear-shaped&lt;br /&gt;And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom then good&lt;br /&gt;luck to you in the big wide  world&lt;br /&gt;But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling&lt;br /&gt;Your bird might f**k off or you might loose your job&lt;br /&gt;It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel&lt;br /&gt;much more important to you&lt;br /&gt;So if you aint feeling it, just be thankfull that everythings&lt;br /&gt;cool in your world&lt;br /&gt;Respect to BC&lt;br /&gt;Positivity&lt;br /&gt;Positivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay positive</content>
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    <title>Bob Sinclar feat. Gary Pine - Love Generation</title>
    <published>2005-11-23T14:08:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-23T14:08:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Track 13 off the Ministry of Sound Annual 2006 CD1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;(Bam, bam, baba bam, bam,)&lt;br /&gt;(baba bam, bam, baba bam babam.......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jamaica to the world,&lt;br /&gt;this is just love,&lt;br /&gt;this is just love,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must our children play in the streets,&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts and faded dreams,&lt;br /&gt;listen up to everyone that you meet,&lt;br /&gt;don't you worry, it could be so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Just look to the rainbow, you will see&lt;br /&gt;sun will shine till eternity,&lt;br /&gt;I've done for much love in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;No-one can tear it apart,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love generation,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love generation,&lt;br /&gt;C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whistling.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love generation,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love generation,&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh yeah-yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about a thing,&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be alright,&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about a thing,&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be alright,&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about a thing,&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be alright,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be, gonna, gonna, gonna be alright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must our children play in the streets,&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts and faded dreams,&lt;br /&gt;listen up to everyone that you meet,&lt;br /&gt;don't you worry, it could be so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Just look to the rainbow, you will see&lt;br /&gt;sun will shine till eternity,&lt;br /&gt;I've done for much love in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;No-one can tear it apart,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whistling.....)</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2005-11-14T18:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-14T07:19:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-14T07:19:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok I have come to like the streets against my better judgement - this is proof to me that everybody with the will to listen to music they can get into it if they can relate... The streets are all about clubbing and UK culture.. Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;Thats the one, Oi &lt;br /&gt;How did he not find the baggy, with his hand in my shoe? &lt;br /&gt;Way too close for me, ah well at least they allowed me through. &lt;br /&gt;Should be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room, &lt;br /&gt;People keep pushing me though, no reception on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(Lights are blinding my eyes) &lt;br /&gt;They said they'd be here, they said, they said in the corner, &lt;br /&gt;And im thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(People pushin' by, then walkin' off into the night) &lt;br /&gt;These look well speckly, bit green and blue, &lt;br /&gt;Threes is well cheap though, so i'll take three if i need to. &lt;br /&gt;Right im on the plan, i wish the bouncers would go away, &lt;br /&gt;Borrow water off this man, here goes nothing OK, &lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(Lights are blinding my eyes) &lt;br /&gt;argh Thats proper rank, that tastes like hairspray &lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(People pushin' by, then walkin' off into the night) &lt;br /&gt;I hate coming to the entrance, just to get bars on my phone, &lt;br /&gt;You have no new messages, so why haven't they phoned? &lt;br /&gt;Menu, write message, so where are you and Simone? &lt;br /&gt;Send message, dans number, where've they gone? &lt;br /&gt;And im thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(Lights are blinding my eyes) &lt;br /&gt;Why's the message pending? where the fuck are ya? &lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(People pushin' by, then walkin' off into the night) &lt;br /&gt;Hmm, brandy or beer? Waters a good idea, &lt;br /&gt;Wish that bar lady'd appear; and come serve over here. &lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck could they be? still not over in the corner, &lt;br /&gt;This nights a tragedy, i keep thinking i saw her. &lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(Lights are blinding my eyes) &lt;br /&gt;No thats not them, thats not them either... &lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(People pushin' by, then walkin' off into the night) &lt;br /&gt;I'm still not feeling anything, this has got to be a dud. &lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since i necked it, and smoked six tabs to the nub. &lt;br /&gt;Belly's not even tingling, i just feel a bit pissed.. &lt;br /&gt;No-one looks like minglin', i cant see her or him.. &lt;br /&gt;And im thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(Lights are blinding my eyes) &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do another i think. Yeah, one more, these are shit. &lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(People pushin' by, then walkin' off into the night) &lt;br /&gt;These toilets are a piss take, queue's bigger than the door. &lt;br /&gt;Gotta get rid of this pill taste, what are they chattin so much for? &lt;br /&gt;Glad i'm not a girl in this place, they'll be here til dawn. &lt;br /&gt;Sure my belly's tingling a bit, summat's happening im sure. &lt;br /&gt;And im thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(Lights are blinding my eyes) &lt;br /&gt;Maybe i shouldnt have done the second one, i feel all fidgety and warm... &lt;br /&gt;(People pushin' by, then walkin' off into the night) &lt;br /&gt;Whoa, everything in the room is spinning, i think i'm going to fall down, &lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating too quick, i'm fucking tripping out. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether they got in, turned away no doubt. &lt;br /&gt;Who cares, this is a tune coming in, that one where hes just like.. &lt;br /&gt;Im thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(Lights are blinding my eyes) &lt;br /&gt;My eyes are rolling back, i'm rubbing my thighs with my hand. &lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinkin'... &lt;br /&gt;(People pushin' by, then walkin' off into the night) &lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah they cheer - can they see my hand in the air? &lt;br /&gt;Need to wave 'em over here. Swear Simone's kissing Dan. &lt;br /&gt;My head is twisted severe, body's rushing everywhere, &lt;br /&gt;They could have texted me when they were near, but i'm fucked and i don't care. &lt;br /&gt;(Lights are blinding my eyes) &lt;br /&gt;What was i thinkin' about? Ah who cares, i'm maaaashed. &lt;br /&gt;(People pushin' by, then walkin' off into the night) &lt;br /&gt;Totally fucked, cant hardly fuckin' stand. &lt;br /&gt;This is fuckin amazing; argh.</content>
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    <title>Audio Slave - Show me how to love</title>
    <published>2005-10-01T06:27:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-01T06:27:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Audioslave's best song would have to be Show me how to love. Very hardcore rocking, listening to it is like being on speed- you fly and rock around the room. you could fight someone while its cranked and when the songs over, so is the fight, and its never spoken of again. Killer song. Lovin' It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;And with the early dawn moving right along,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't buy an eyeful of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And in the aching night under satellites, &lt;br /&gt;I was not received.&lt;br /&gt;Built with stolen parts,&lt;br /&gt;A telephone in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me a priest,&lt;br /&gt;To put my mind to bed.&lt;br /&gt;This ringing in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Is this a cure ,&lt;br /&gt;Or is this a disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;From my creator.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me life now, &lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live.&lt;br /&gt;Nail in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;From my creator.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me life now, &lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the afterbirth on the quiet earth,&lt;br /&gt;Let the stains remind you,&lt;br /&gt;You thought you made a man.&lt;br /&gt;You better think again,&lt;br /&gt;Before my role defines you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;From my creator.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me life now, &lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live.&lt;br /&gt;Nail in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;From my creator.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me life now, &lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your waiting hands I will land&lt;br /&gt;And roll out of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;And in your final hours I will stand,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;From my creator.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me life now, &lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live.&lt;br /&gt;Nail in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;From my creator.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me life now, &lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live.&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live.&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live.&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live.&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live....</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2005-09-30T19:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T09:31:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T09:31:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im not a big fan of the Streets, matter of fact, they are still very untalented-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this song is good, its called Weak become heroes. And its only good for its content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably written by the guys mum or something pissweak like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spit on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Turn left up the street&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but grey concrete and dead beats&lt;br /&gt;Grab something to eat&lt;br /&gt;Maccy D's or KFC&lt;br /&gt;Only one choice in the city&lt;br /&gt;Done voice in my pity now lets get to the nitty gritty&lt;br /&gt;Tune reminds me of my first e&lt;br /&gt;Like unique still sixteen and feelin horny&lt;br /&gt;Point to the sky feel free&lt;br /&gt;A sea of people all equal smiles in front and behind me&lt;br /&gt;Swim in the deep blue sea cornfields sway lazily&lt;br /&gt;All smiles all easy where you from, what you on and what's your&lt;br /&gt;story&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerizing tones risin pianos this is my zone so stop clonin&lt;br /&gt;Pick paper scissors or stone&lt;br /&gt;Coz me and you are same i known you all my life i don't know&lt;br /&gt;your name&lt;br /&gt;The names European Bob sorted anyway&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have dance now see you later please to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Likewise a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just standin there mindin our own&lt;br /&gt;And it went on and on&lt;br /&gt;We all smile we all sing&lt;br /&gt;The weak become heroes then the stairs align&lt;br /&gt;We all sing we all sing all sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just standin there mindin our own&lt;br /&gt;And it went on and on&lt;br /&gt;We all smile we all sing&lt;br /&gt;The weak become heroes then the stairs align&lt;br /&gt;We all sing we all sing all sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night slowly fades and goes slow motion&lt;br /&gt;All the commotion becomes floatin emotions&lt;br /&gt;Same piano loops over&lt;br /&gt;Arms wave eyes roll back and jaws fall open&lt;br /&gt;I see in soft focus&lt;br /&gt;Chattin to this bloke in the toilets&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights&lt;br /&gt;These people are for life its all back to his place at the end&lt;br /&gt;of the night&lt;br /&gt;They could settle wars with this&lt;br /&gt;If only they will imagine the worlds leaders on pills then&lt;br /&gt;imagine the mornin after&lt;br /&gt;Wars causing disaster don't talk to me i don't know ya&lt;br /&gt;But this aint tommorow and for now i still love ya&lt;br /&gt;Hours fly over sail round diamonds and pearls never seen so many&lt;br /&gt;fit girls&lt;br /&gt;Discover new worlds look at my watch can't focus&lt;br /&gt;Last two hours i lost every move fills me with lust&lt;br /&gt;All of life's problems i just shake off&lt;br /&gt;Mad little events happen things map out and a few blue maddens&lt;br /&gt;alight the toilets&lt;br /&gt;Big beefy bouncers out to reveal us geezers on e's and first&lt;br /&gt;timers kids on whizz darlins  on&lt;br /&gt;Charlie&lt;br /&gt;All come together for this party&lt;br /&gt;All races many faces from places you never heard of&lt;br /&gt;Where you from what's your name and what you want&lt;br /&gt;Sing to the words flex to the fat one&lt;br /&gt;The tribal drums the sun's risin we all smile we all sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just standin there mindin our own&lt;br /&gt;And it went on and on&lt;br /&gt;We all smile we all sing&lt;br /&gt;The weak become heroes then the stairs align&lt;br /&gt;We all sing we all sing all sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just standin there mindin our own&lt;br /&gt;And it went on and on&lt;br /&gt;We all smile we all sing&lt;br /&gt;The weak become heroes then the stairs align&lt;br /&gt;We all sing we all sing all sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girl in the caf頴aps me on the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I realize five years went by I'm older&lt;br /&gt;Memories smoulder winters colder&lt;br /&gt;But that same piano loops over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;The road shines and the rain washes away&lt;br /&gt;The same Chinese takeaway selling shit in a tray&lt;br /&gt;It's dark all round I walk down same sight same sounds new beats&lt;br /&gt;though&lt;br /&gt;Solid concrete under my feet&lt;br /&gt;No surprises no treats the world stands still as my mind sloshes&lt;br /&gt;round&lt;br /&gt;The washing up bowl in my crown&lt;br /&gt;My life's been up and down since i walked from that crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just standin there mindin our own&lt;br /&gt;And it went on and on&lt;br /&gt;We all smile we all sing&lt;br /&gt;The weak become heroes then the stairs align&lt;br /&gt;We all sing we all sing all sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just standin there mindin our own&lt;br /&gt;And it went on and on&lt;br /&gt;We all smile we all sing&lt;br /&gt;The weak become heroes then the stairs align&lt;br /&gt;We all sing we all sing all sing</content>
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    <title>Cat Stevens - Father &amp; Son</title>
    <published>2005-09-25T07:21:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-25T07:21:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's not time to make a change, &lt;br /&gt;Just relax, take it easy. &lt;br /&gt;You're still young, that's your fault, &lt;br /&gt;There's so much you have to know. &lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down, &lt;br /&gt;If you want you can marry. &lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy, &lt;br /&gt;To be calm when you've found something going on. &lt;br /&gt;But take your time, think a lot, &lt;br /&gt;Why, think of everything you've got. &lt;br /&gt;For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again. &lt;br /&gt;It's always been the same, same old story. &lt;br /&gt;From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen. &lt;br /&gt;Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. &lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not time to make a change, &lt;br /&gt;Just sit down, take it slowly. &lt;br /&gt;You're still young, that's your fault, &lt;br /&gt;There's so much you have to go through. &lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down, &lt;br /&gt;if you want you can marry. &lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside, &lt;br /&gt;It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it. &lt;br /&gt;If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them They know not me. &lt;br /&gt;Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. &lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go.</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2005-08-28T15:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T05:54:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">What is happening here? &lt;br /&gt;Something is going on&lt;br /&gt;That’s not quite clear&lt;br /&gt;Somebody turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna have a party&lt;br /&gt;It’s starting tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a feeling!&lt;br /&gt;When we’re dancing on the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;The room is hot...that’s good&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends came&lt;br /&gt;By from the neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;People were starting&lt;br /&gt;To climb the walls&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it looks like everybody&lt;br /&gt;Is having a ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody starts to lose control&lt;br /&gt;When the music is right&lt;br /&gt;If you see somebody hanging around&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get up right&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we wanna do tonight&lt;br /&gt;Is go round and round&lt;br /&gt;And turn upside down&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let’s get down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on, let’s get loose&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold back&lt;br /&gt;Because it ain’t no use&lt;br /&gt;Hard to keep your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Because when we like to ball it&lt;br /&gt;We only want to get down&lt;br /&gt;What? you say what? &lt;br /&gt;It’s love now...&lt;br /&gt;Just get started&lt;br /&gt;Everybody clap your hands, come on&lt;br /&gt;Everybody have sense...</content>
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    <title>Late - Ben Folds</title>
    <published>2005-08-07T07:02:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-07T07:02:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Under some dirty words &lt;br /&gt;On a dirty wall &lt;br /&gt;Eating take-out by myself &lt;br /&gt;I played the shows &lt;br /&gt;Got back in the van and put the walkman on &lt;br /&gt;And you were playing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some other dive a thousand miles away &lt;br /&gt;I played a thousand times before &lt;br /&gt;And like pathetic stars &lt;br /&gt;The truck stops and the rock club walls &lt;br /&gt;I always knew &lt;br /&gt;You saw them too &lt;br /&gt;But you never will again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know &lt;br /&gt;It's been too late for a long time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott, man you played a fine guitar &lt;br /&gt;And some dirty basketball &lt;br /&gt;The songs you wrote &lt;br /&gt;Got me through a lot &lt;br /&gt;Just wanna tell you that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's too late &lt;br /&gt;It's too late &lt;br /&gt;No, don't you know &lt;br /&gt;it's been too late &lt;br /&gt;for a long time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no &lt;br /&gt;Things were looking up &lt;br /&gt;Least that's what I heard &lt;br /&gt;Oh, no &lt;br /&gt;Someone came and washed away your hard-earned &lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When desperate static beats the silence up &lt;br /&gt;A quiet truth to calm you down &lt;br /&gt;The songs you wrote &lt;br /&gt;Got me through a lot &lt;br /&gt;Just wanna tell you that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's too late &lt;br /&gt;It's too late &lt;br /&gt;No, don't you know &lt;br /&gt;It's been too late &lt;br /&gt;For a long time &lt;br /&gt;It's too late &lt;br /&gt;It's too late &lt;br /&gt;No, don't you know &lt;br /&gt;It's been too late &lt;br /&gt;For a long time</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2005-07-28T19:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-28T09:29:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-28T09:29:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths&lt;br /&gt;He buzzes like a fridge, he’s like a detuned radio&lt;br /&gt;Karma police, arrest this girl, her hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill&lt;br /&gt;And we have crashed her party&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get, this is what you get&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get, when you mess with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma police, I’ve given all I can, it’s not enough&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given all I can, but we’re still on the payroll&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get, this is what you get&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get, when you mess with us&lt;br /&gt;And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself&lt;br /&gt;And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself</content>
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    <title>IGGY POP</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T07:15:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T07:15:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here comes johnny yen again&lt;br /&gt;With the liquor and drugs&lt;br /&gt;And the flesh machine&lt;br /&gt;He’s gonna do another strip tease.&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, where’d ya get that lotion? &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been hurting since I’ve bought the gimmick&lt;br /&gt;About something called love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, something called love.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s like hypnotizing chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m just a modern guy&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I’ve had it in the ear before.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;’cause of a lust for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m worth a million in prizes&lt;br /&gt;With my torture film&lt;br /&gt;Drive a gto&lt;br /&gt;Wear a uniform&lt;br /&gt;All on a government loan.&lt;br /&gt;I’m worth a million in prizes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I’m through with sleeping on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;No more beating my brains&lt;br /&gt;No more beating my brains&lt;br /&gt;With liquor and drugs&lt;br /&gt;With liquor and drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m just a modern guy&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I’ve had it in my ear before&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ve a lust for life (lust for life)&lt;br /&gt;’cause of a lust for life (lust for life, oooo)&lt;br /&gt;I got a lust for life (oooo)&lt;br /&gt;Got a lust for life (oooo)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a lust for life (oooo)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a lust for life (oooo)&lt;br /&gt;A lust for life (oooo)&lt;br /&gt;I got a lust for life (oooo)&lt;br /&gt;Got a lust for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m just a modern guy&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I’ve had it in my ear before&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ve a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’ve a lust for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes johnny yen again&lt;br /&gt;With the liquor and drugs&lt;br /&gt;And the flesh machine&lt;br /&gt;He’s gonna do another strip tease.&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, where’d ya get that lotion? &lt;br /&gt;Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick&lt;br /&gt;About something called love&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s like hypnotizing chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m just a modern guy&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I’ve had it in the ear before&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve a lust for life (lust for life)&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’ve a lust for life (lust for life)&lt;br /&gt;Got a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;I got a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;A lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Got a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Yeah a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;I got a lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Lust for life&lt;br /&gt;Lust for life</content>
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    <title>Twisted Sister - I wanna ROCK!</title>
    <published>2005-07-12T08:31:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-12T08:31:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wanna rock! (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock! (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;I want to rock (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock! (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it down you say,&lt;br /&gt;Well all I got to say to you is time again I say, "No!"&lt;br /&gt;No! No, No, No, No, No!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me not to play&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I got to say to you when you tell me not to play,&lt;br /&gt;I say, "No!"&lt;br /&gt;No! No, No, No, No, No!&lt;br /&gt;So, if you ask me why I like the way I play it&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing I can say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock! (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock! (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;I want to rock (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock! (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a feelin' that&lt;br /&gt;I get from nothin' else and there ain't nothin' in the world&lt;br /&gt;That makes me go!&lt;br /&gt;Go! Go, go, go, go, go!&lt;br /&gt;Turn the power up&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for so long so I could hear my favorite song so,&lt;br /&gt;Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;Go! Go, go, go, go, go!&lt;br /&gt;When it's like this I feel the music shootin' through me&lt;br /&gt;There's nothin' else that I would rather do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock! (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock! (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;I want to rock (Rock)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock! (Rock)</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2005-07-07T10:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T00:26:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T00:26:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jackson Browne - The Load - Out Lyrics &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Now the seats are all empty&lt;br /&gt;Let the roadies take the stage&lt;br /&gt;Pack it up and tear it down&lt;br /&gt;They're the first to come and last to leave&lt;br /&gt;Working for that minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;They'll set it up in another town&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the people were so fine&lt;br /&gt;They waited there in line&lt;br /&gt;And when they got up on their feet they made the show&lt;br /&gt;And that was sweet--&lt;br /&gt;But I can hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of slamming doors and folding chairs&lt;br /&gt;And that's a sound they'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now roll them cases out and lift them amps&lt;br /&gt;Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps&lt;br /&gt;'cause when it comes to moving me&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the champs&lt;br /&gt;But when that last guitar's been packed away&lt;br /&gt;You know that I still want to play&lt;br /&gt;So just make sure you got it all set to go&lt;br /&gt;Before you come for my piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the band's on the bus&lt;br /&gt;And they're waiting to go&lt;br /&gt;We've got to drive all night and do a show in chicago&lt;br /&gt;Or detroit, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;We do so many shows in a row&lt;br /&gt;And these towns all look the same&lt;br /&gt;We just pass the time in our hotel rooms&lt;br /&gt;And wander 'round backstage&lt;br /&gt;Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd&lt;br /&gt;And we remember why we came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we got country and western on the bus&lt;br /&gt;R and b, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo&lt;br /&gt;We've got rural scenes &amp; magazines&lt;br /&gt;We've got truckers on the cb&lt;br /&gt;We've got richard pryor on the video&lt;br /&gt;We got time to think of the ones we love&lt;br /&gt;While the miles roll away&lt;br /&gt;But the only time that seems too short&lt;br /&gt;Is the time that we get to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People you've got the power over what we do&lt;br /&gt;You can sit there and wait&lt;br /&gt;Or you can pull us through&lt;br /&gt;Come along, sing the song&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't go wrong&lt;br /&gt;'cause when that morning sun comes beating down&lt;br /&gt;You're going to wake up in your town&lt;br /&gt;But we'll be scheduled to appear&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles away from here</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2005-07-05T02:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T16:36:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T16:36:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bad Day &lt;br /&gt;by Daniel Powter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey &lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low &lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line &lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday &lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the brink &lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong &lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know &lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong &lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most &lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like &lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2005-06-17T17:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T07:11:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T07:11:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You and I in a little toy shop &lt;br /&gt;buy a bag of ballons with the money we've got &lt;br /&gt;Set them free at the break of dawn &lt;br /&gt;'Til one by one, they were gone &lt;br /&gt;Back at base, bugs in the software &lt;br /&gt;Flash the massage "Something out there" &lt;br /&gt;Floating in the summer sky &lt;br /&gt;99 Red Ballons go by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 red ballons floating in the summer sky &lt;br /&gt;Panic bells, it's red alert &lt;br /&gt;There's something here from somewhere else &lt;br /&gt;They war machine springs of life &lt;br /&gt;Opens up one eager eye &lt;br /&gt;Focusing it on the sky &lt;br /&gt;As 99 red ballons go by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Decision Street, 99 ministers meet &lt;br /&gt;to worry, worry, super-scurry &lt;br /&gt;Call out the troops now in a hurry &lt;br /&gt;This is what we've waiting for &lt;br /&gt;This is boys, this is war &lt;br /&gt;The president is on the line &lt;br /&gt;As 99 red ballons go by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Kriegsminister &lt;br /&gt;Streichholz und Benzinkanister &lt;br /&gt;Hielten sich für schlaue Leute &lt;br /&gt;Witterten schon fette Beute &lt;br /&gt;Riefen: Krieg und wollten macht &lt;br /&gt;Mann wär hätte das gedacht &lt;br /&gt;Dass es einmal soweit kommt &lt;br /&gt;Wegen 99 Luftballons &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Dreams I have had &lt;br /&gt;In every one a red ballon &lt;br /&gt;It's all over and I'm standin' pretty &lt;br /&gt;In the dust that was a city &lt;br /&gt;If I could find a souvenier &lt;br /&gt;Just to prove the world was here... &lt;br /&gt;And here it is a red ballon &lt;br /&gt;Ithink of you and let it go</content>
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    <title>kimpton @ 2005-06-06T02:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-05T16:48:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-05T16:48:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finally finished LIQUID_DMX, it is now in BETA TESTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds like nerdy shit, and really it is, but its been the longest full-out development i have been involved in, let alone doing it alone. Liqid DMX started development in Feb sometime, and its now 2.47AM and ive just finished. Now i need sleep before I awake early on tomorrow for more dreded work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on and im almost half way thru a 1-month no drinking session</content>
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    <title>Crowded House - Chocolate Cake</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T08:44:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-27T08:44:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lets face it- we all think americans are fat stupid and arrogent. so here is a nice crowded house song dedicated to that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber&lt;br /&gt;May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what tune that the orchestra played&lt;br /&gt;But it went by me sickly and sentimental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have another piece of Chocolate Cake&lt;br /&gt;Tammy Baker's got a lot on her plate&lt;br /&gt;Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake&lt;br /&gt;Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band of the night takes you to ethereal heights over dinner&lt;br /&gt;You wander the streets never reaching the heights that you seek&lt;br /&gt;And the sugar that dripped from the violins bow&lt;br /&gt;Made the children go crazy, put a hole in the tooth of a hag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have another piece of Chocolate Cake&lt;br /&gt;Tammy Baker must be losing her faith&lt;br /&gt;Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake&lt;br /&gt;Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave&lt;br /&gt;And the dogs are on the road&lt;br /&gt;We're all tempting fate&lt;br /&gt;Cars are shooting by&lt;br /&gt;With no number plates&lt;br /&gt;And here comes Mrs. Hairy Legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Elvis Presley walk out of a Seven Eleven&lt;br /&gt;And a woman gave birth to a baby and then bowled 257&lt;br /&gt;The excess of fat on your American bones&lt;br /&gt;Will cushion the impact as you sink like a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have another piece of Chocolate Cake&lt;br /&gt;Tammy Baker,  Tammy Baker&lt;br /&gt;Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake&lt;br /&gt;Cheap Picasso, cheap Picasso fake&lt;br /&gt;Can I have another piece of Chocolate Cake&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Straker, boy could she lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;Can I buy another slice of real estate&lt;br /&gt;Liberace must be laughing in his grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have another piece of Chocolate Cake</content>
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    <title>Dan Band (Version of Air Surply) - Total Eclipse of the Heart</title>
    <published>2005-05-21T03:33:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-21T03:33:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCK OATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, every now and then I get a &lt;br /&gt;little bit lonely and you're never coming around. &lt;br /&gt;Turn around, every now and then I get a &lt;br /&gt;little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears. &lt;br /&gt;Turn around, every now and then I get a &lt;br /&gt;little bit nervous that the best of all my years have gone by. &lt;br /&gt;Turn around, every now and then I get a &lt;br /&gt;little bit terrified, I see the FUCKING look in your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Turn around bright eyes, &lt;br /&gt;every now and then I fall apart. &lt;br /&gt;Turn around bright eyes, &lt;br /&gt;FUCKING every now and then I fall apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now tonight. &lt;br /&gt;And I FUCKING need you more than ever. &lt;br /&gt;And if you'll only hold me tight, &lt;br /&gt;we'll be holding on forever. &lt;br /&gt;And we'll only be making it right &lt;br /&gt;cause we'll never be wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Together we can take it to the end of the line. &lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time. &lt;br /&gt;SHIT, I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks. &lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight. &lt;br /&gt;For- FUCKING-ever's gonna start tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love, &lt;br /&gt;but now I'm FUCKING falling apart. &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can say, &lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH JESUS, once upon a time there was light in my life,&lt;br /&gt;but now there's only love in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can say, &lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total eclipse blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Total eclipse blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Turn around.&lt;br /&gt;Turn around blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;Total eclipse blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Total eclipse blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Turn around.&lt;br /&gt;Turn around blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;total eclipse.</content>
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