<?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-2753496900711384793</id><updated>2011-12-21T09:43:03.156-08:00</updated><category term='falling'/><category term='richard marx'/><category term='inspiring'/><category term='robert browning'/><category term='old'/><category term='henry wordsworth longfellow'/><category term='don mclean'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='ronan keating'/><category term='soft'/><category term='dido'/><category term='william blake'/><category term='a poison tree'/><category term='love'/><category term='frost'/><category term='robert'/><category term='american pie'/><category term='white flag'/><category term='cars'/><category term='rascal flatts'/><category term='sting'/><title type='text'>the music in my heart i bore</title><subtitle type='html'>eat music :: drink music :: hear music :: feel music :: love music</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>muhammad nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-7667847436177278153</id><published>2009-11-24T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:07:34.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white flag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>white flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;title:&lt;/b&gt; white flag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;artist:&lt;/b&gt; dido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuNz7q746mg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuNz7q746mg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you think that i shouldn't still love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or tell you that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if i didn't say it, well i'd still have felt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where's the sense in that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i promise i'm not trying to make your life harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or return to where we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i will go down with this ship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be no white flag above my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in love and always will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i left too much mess and destruction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to come back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i caused nothing but trouble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i understand if you can't talk to me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you live by the rules of it's over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i'm sure that that makes sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i will go down with this ship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be no white flag above my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in love and always will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when we meet, which i'm sure we will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that was there will be there still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll let it pass and hold my tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you will think that i've moved on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will go down with this ship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be no white flag above my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in love and always will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will go down with this ship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be no white flag above my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in love and always will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will go down with this ship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be no white flag above my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in love and always will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-7667847436177278153?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7667847436177278153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753496900711384793&amp;postID=7667847436177278153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/7667847436177278153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/7667847436177278153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/2009/11/white-flag.html' title='white flag'/><author><name>muhammad nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-7162461121654883172</id><published>2009-11-14T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:35:48.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronan keating'/><title type='text'>when you say nothing at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;title:&lt;/b&gt; when you say nothing at all&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;artist:&lt;/b&gt; ronan keating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuJrEBtmM1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuJrEBtmM1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without saying a word you can light up the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try as i may i can never explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i hear when you don't say a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the smile on your face let's me know that you need me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever i fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all day long i can hear people talking out loud (oh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when you hold me near (oh, hold me near)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you drown out the crowd (drown out crowd)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try as they may, they can never defy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's been said between your heart and mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the smile on your face let me know that you need me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever i fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say it best, when you say nothing at all?oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the smile on your face let's me know that you need me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever i fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the smile on your face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the truth in your eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the touch of your hand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(let me know that you need me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say it best, when you say nothing at all (nothing at all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-7162461121654883172?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7162461121654883172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753496900711384793&amp;postID=7162461121654883172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/7162461121654883172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/7162461121654883172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-say-nothing-at-all.html' title='when you say nothing at all'/><author><name>muhammad nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-798108645625512978</id><published>2009-10-16T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:05:50.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard marx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft'/><title type='text'>falling</title><content type='html'>i wish if i could sing this way... to someone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;title: falling | artist: richard marx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got a secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i think i'm ready to share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it may bring us closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it may be a burden to bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's precious and it's real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all that i can feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that i'm falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as deep as any ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in ways that can't be spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the millionth and the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever and eternally for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are a beacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revealing the places i hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've given freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to so much that i kept inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with one look in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can't be a surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i am falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as deep as any ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in ways that can't be spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the millionth and the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever and eternally for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now there's no darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my truth laid open and bare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's in my flesh and bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah it's everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i am falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as deep as any ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in ways that can't be spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like rays that come from heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bathed in your reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the millionth and the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever and eternally for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-798108645625512978?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/798108645625512978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753496900711384793&amp;postID=798108645625512978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/798108645625512978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/798108645625512978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling.html' title='falling'/><author><name>muhammad nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-3177089201699677614</id><published>2009-09-13T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:40:01.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rascal flatts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><title type='text'>life is a highway</title><content type='html'>i liked the song when i first saw the move 'cars'. this is such an inspiring song... i like it most when i need to gear up my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;title: life is a highway | artist: rascal flatts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvsmRuRp4cM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvsmRuRp4cM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, life's like a road that you travel on&lt;br /&gt;there's one day here and the next day gone&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you turn your back to the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a world outside every darkened door&lt;br /&gt;where blues won't haunt you anymore&lt;br /&gt;for the brave are free and lovers soar&lt;br /&gt;come ride with me to the distant shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won't hesitate&lt;br /&gt;to break down the guarding gate&lt;br /&gt;there's not much time left today, yeay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a highway, i wanna ride it&lt;br /&gt;all night long&lt;br /&gt;if you're going my way, i wanna drive it&lt;br /&gt;all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through all these cities and all these towns&lt;br /&gt;it's in my blood and it's all around&lt;br /&gt;i love now like i loved you then&lt;br /&gt;this is the road and these are the hands&lt;br /&gt;from mozambique to those memphis nights&lt;br /&gt;the khyber pass to vancouver's lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they knock me down&lt;br /&gt;and back up again&lt;br /&gt;you're in my blood&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;there's no load i can't hold&lt;br /&gt;the road's so rough this i know&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there when the light comes in&lt;br /&gt;just tell 'em we're survivors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a highway, i wanna ride it&lt;br /&gt;all night long&lt;br /&gt;if your going my way, i wanna drive it&lt;br /&gt;all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a highway, i wanna ride it&lt;br /&gt;all night long (mmmm yeah)&lt;br /&gt;if your going my way, i wanna drive it&lt;br /&gt;all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a distance between you and i&lt;br /&gt;(between you and i)&lt;br /&gt;a misunderstanding once&lt;br /&gt;but now, we look it in the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo...yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no load that i can't hold&lt;br /&gt;the road's so rough this i know&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there when the light comes in&lt;br /&gt;just tell 'em we're survivors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a highway, i wanna ride it&lt;br /&gt;all night long (all night long, yeah hey)&lt;br /&gt;if your going my way, i wanna drive it&lt;br /&gt;all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a highway, i wanna ride it&lt;br /&gt;all night long&lt;br /&gt;if your going my way, i wanna drive it&lt;br /&gt;all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a highway, i wanna ride it&lt;br /&gt;all night long&lt;br /&gt;if your going my way, i wanna drive it&lt;br /&gt;all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-3177089201699677614?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/3177089201699677614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753496900711384793&amp;postID=3177089201699677614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/3177089201699677614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/3177089201699677614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-highway.html' title='life is a highway'/><author><name>muhammad nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-8994920057700112621</id><published>2009-05-26T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:44:53.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don mclean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american pie'/><title type='text'>american pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;title: american pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;artist: don mclean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3free4all.com/all time top 25.html"&gt;listen the music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a long, long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember&lt;br /&gt;how that music used to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;and i knew if i had my chance&lt;br /&gt;that i could make those people dance&lt;br /&gt;and, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but february made me shiver&lt;br /&gt;with every paper i'd deliver.&lt;br /&gt;bad news on the doorstep;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt take one more step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember if i cried&lt;br /&gt;when i read about his widowed bride,&lt;br /&gt;but something touched me deep inside&lt;br /&gt;the day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;but the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;and them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;singin, thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you write the book of love,&lt;br /&gt;and do you have faith in God above,&lt;br /&gt;if the bible tells you so? &lt;br /&gt;do you believe in rock n roll,&lt;br /&gt;can music save your mortal soul,&lt;br /&gt;and can you teach me how to dance real slow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i know that youre in love with him&lt;br /&gt;`cause i saw you dancin in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;you both kicked off your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;man, i dig those rhythm and blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a lonely teenage broncin buck&lt;br /&gt;with a pink carnation and a pickup truck,&lt;br /&gt;but i knew i was out of luck&lt;br /&gt;the day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started singin,&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;but the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;and singin, thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for ten years weve been on our own&lt;br /&gt;and moss grows fat on a rollin stone,&lt;br /&gt;but thats not how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;when the jester sang for the king and queen,&lt;br /&gt;in a coat he borrowed from james dean&lt;br /&gt;and a voice that came from you and me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and while the king was looking down,&lt;br /&gt;the jester stole his thorny crown.&lt;br /&gt;the courtroom was adjourned;&lt;br /&gt;no verdict was returned.&lt;br /&gt;and while lennon read a book of marx,&lt;br /&gt;the quartet practiced in the park,&lt;br /&gt;and we sang dirges in the dark&lt;br /&gt;the day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were singing,&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;but the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;and singin, thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helter skelter in a summer swelter.&lt;br /&gt;the birds flew off with a fallout shelter,&lt;br /&gt;eight miles high and falling fast.&lt;br /&gt;it landed foul on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;the players tried for a forward pass,&lt;br /&gt;with the jester on the sidelines in a cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the half-time air was sweet perfume&lt;br /&gt;while the sergeants played a marching tune.&lt;br /&gt;we all got up to dance,&lt;br /&gt;oh, but we never got the chance!&lt;br /&gt;`cause the players tried to take the field;&lt;br /&gt;the marching band refused to yield.&lt;br /&gt;do you recall what was revealed&lt;br /&gt;the day the music died? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started singing,&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;but the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;and singin, thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and there we were all in one place,&lt;br /&gt;a generation lost in space&lt;br /&gt;with no time left to start again.&lt;br /&gt;so come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!&lt;br /&gt;jack flash sat on a candlestick&lt;br /&gt;cause fire is the devils only friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and as i watched him on the stage&lt;br /&gt;my hands were clenched in fists of rage.&lt;br /&gt;no angel born in hell&lt;br /&gt;could break that satans spell.&lt;br /&gt;and as the flames climbed high into the night&lt;br /&gt;to light the sacrificial rite,&lt;br /&gt;i saw satan laughing with delight&lt;br /&gt;the day the music died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was singing,&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;but the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;and singin, thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met a girl who sang the blues&lt;br /&gt;and i asked her for some happy news,&lt;br /&gt;but she just smiled and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;i went down to the sacred store&lt;br /&gt;where i'd heard the music years before,&lt;br /&gt;but the man there said the music wouldnt play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the streets: the children screamed,&lt;br /&gt;the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;but not a word was spoken;&lt;br /&gt;the church bells all were broken.&lt;br /&gt;and the three men i admire most:&lt;br /&gt;the father, son, and the holy ghost,&lt;br /&gt;they caught the last train for the coast&lt;br /&gt;the day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they were singing,&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;but the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;and them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;singin, thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;thisll be the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were singing,&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;but the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;singin, thisll be the day that i die.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3free4all.com/all time top 25.html"&gt;listen the music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-8994920057700112621?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/8994920057700112621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753496900711384793&amp;postID=8994920057700112621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/8994920057700112621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/8994920057700112621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-pie.html' title='american pie'/><author><name>muhammad nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-7621795749468989644</id><published>2009-03-22T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:56:59.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a poison tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>a poison tree</title><content type='html'>i was angry with my friend:&lt;br /&gt;i told my wrath, my wrath did end.&lt;br /&gt;i was angry with my foe:&lt;br /&gt;i told it not, my wrath did grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watered it in fears&lt;br /&gt;night and morning with my tears,&lt;br /&gt;and i sunned it with smiles&lt;br /&gt;and with soft deceitful wiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it grew both day and night,&lt;br /&gt;till it bore an apple bright,&lt;br /&gt;and my foe beheld it shine,&lt;br /&gt;and he knew that it was mine -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and into my garden stole&lt;br /&gt;when the night had veiled the pole;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, glad, i see&lt;br /&gt;my foe outstretched beneath the tree.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a poison tree&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;william blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-7621795749468989644?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7621795749468989644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753496900711384793&amp;postID=7621795749468989644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/7621795749468989644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/7621795749468989644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/2009/03/poison-tree.html' title='a poison tree'/><author><name>muhammad nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-4944525759220353312</id><published>2009-03-11T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:38:32.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry wordsworth longfellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>the arrow and the song</title><content type='html'>i shot an arrow into the air,&lt;br /&gt;it fell to earth, i knew not where;&lt;br /&gt;for, so swiftly it flew, the sight&lt;br /&gt;could not follow it in its flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i breathed a song into the air,&lt;br /&gt;it fell to earth, i knew not where;&lt;br /&gt;for who has sight so keen and strong,&lt;br /&gt;that it can follow the flight of song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long, long afterward, in an oak&lt;br /&gt;i found the arrow, still unbroke;&lt;br /&gt;and the song, from beginning to end,&lt;br /&gt;i found again in the heart of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: henry wadsworth longfellow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-4944525759220353312?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/4944525759220353312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753496900711384793&amp;postID=4944525759220353312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/4944525759220353312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/4944525759220353312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/2009/03/arrow-and-song.html' title='the arrow and the song'/><author><name>muhammad nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-920653971450779710</id><published>2009-03-05T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:07:34.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>the road not taken</title><content type='html'>two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;and sorry i could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;and be one traveler, long i stood&lt;br /&gt;and looked down one as far as i could&lt;br /&gt;to where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;and having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;in leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;i doubted if i should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;two roads diverged in a wood, and i--&lt;br /&gt;i took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;and that has made all the difference.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by: robert frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-920653971450779710?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/920653971450779710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753496900711384793&amp;postID=920653971450779710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/920653971450779710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/920653971450779710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-not-taken.html' title='the road not taken'/><author><name>muhammad nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-5435282902065639281</id><published>2009-02-09T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:30:30.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert browning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>home thoughts from abroad</title><content type='html'>title: home thoughts from abroad | artist: clifford t. ward&lt;br /&gt;i can't explain how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could be a millionaire if i had the money&lt;br /&gt;i could own a mansion, no i don't think I'd like that&lt;br /&gt;but i might write a song that makes you laugh, now that would be funny&lt;br /&gt;and you could tell your friends in england you'd like that&lt;br /&gt;but now i've chosen aeroplanes and boats to come between us&lt;br /&gt;and a line or two on paper wouldn't go amiss&lt;br /&gt;how is worcestershire? is it still the same between us?&lt;br /&gt;do you still use television to send you fast asleep?&lt;br /&gt;can you last another week? does the cistern still leak?&lt;br /&gt;or have you found a man to mend it?&lt;br /&gt;oh, and by the way, how's your broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;is that mended too? i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading browning, keats and william wordsworth&lt;br /&gt;and they all seem to be saying the same thing for me&lt;br /&gt;well i like the words they use, and i like the way they use them&lt;br /&gt;you know, home thoughts from abroad is such a beautiful poem&lt;br /&gt;and i know how robert browning must have felt&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm feeling the same way about you&lt;br /&gt;wondering what you're doing and if you need some help&lt;br /&gt;do i still occupy your mind? am i being so unkind?&lt;br /&gt;do you find it very lonely, or have you found someone to laugh with?&lt;br /&gt;oh, and by the way, are you laughing now?&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm not, i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aunqur.com/mymusic/home-thoughts-from-abroad.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;listen the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-5435282902065639281?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/5435282902065639281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753496900711384793&amp;postID=5435282902065639281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/5435282902065639281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/5435282902065639281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-thoughts-from-abroad.html' title='home thoughts from abroad'/><author><name>muhammad nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-3763366804006255954</id><published>2008-10-06T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:34:33.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>stopping by woods on a snowy evening</title><content type='html'>whose woods these are i think i know,&lt;div&gt;his house is in the village though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he will not see me stopping here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my little horse must think it queer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to stop without a farmhouse near,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between the woods and frozen lake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the darkest evening of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he gives his harness bells a shake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to ask if there is some mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only other sound's the sweep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the woods are lovely, dark and deep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have promises to keep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and miles to go before i sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and miles to go before i sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: robert frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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nazimuddaula</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113977498814690249002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-1012139447475788856</id><published>2008-09-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:39:10.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard marx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>right here waiting for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="verdana"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[ this is the nicest sweetest song i ever heard. now it got a different meaning... it takes me to somewhere else which i can't see but feel inside me...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;title: right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="verdana"&gt;song by: richard marx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="verdana"&gt;oceans apart day after day&lt;br /&gt;and i slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;i hear your voice on the line&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;if i see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;how can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;i will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;i will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took for granted, all the times&lt;br /&gt;that i though would last somehow&lt;br /&gt;i hear the laughter, i taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;but i can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;you've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;i will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;i will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how we can survive&lt;br /&gt;this romance&lt;br /&gt;but in the end if i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;i'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;you've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;i will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;i will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>don't cry joni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[first i heard this song in 1998, in a radio program. i had recorded half of the song and listened it hundreds time. i got the full song just few months ago. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title: &lt;/span&gt;don't cry joni&lt;br /&gt;song by: conway twitty &amp;amp; jonilee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jimmy please say you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;i'll grow up someday you'll see&lt;br /&gt;saving all my kisses just for you&lt;br /&gt;signed with love forever true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joni was the girl who lived next door&lt;br /&gt;i've known her i guess ten years or more.&lt;br /&gt;joni wrote me a note one day.&lt;br /&gt;and this is what she had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jimmy please say you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;i'll grow up someday you'll see&lt;br /&gt;saving all my kisses just for you&lt;br /&gt;signed with love forever true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly I read her note once more&lt;br /&gt;then i went over to the house next door&lt;br /&gt;her tear-drops fell like rain that day&lt;br /&gt;when i told joni what i had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joni, joni please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;you'll forget me by and by&lt;br /&gt;you're just fifteen and i'm twenty two,&lt;br /&gt;and joni i just can’t wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon i left out little home town,&lt;br /&gt;got me a job and tried to settle down&lt;br /&gt;but these words kept haunting my memory,&lt;br /&gt;the words that joni said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jimmy please say you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;.: *^^* http://media.17vn.com :.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'll grow up some day you'll see&lt;br /&gt;saving all my kisses just for you&lt;br /&gt;signed with love forever true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i packed my clothes and i caught a plane&lt;br /&gt;and i had to see joni. i had to explain,&lt;br /&gt;how my heart was filled with her memory&lt;br /&gt;and ask my joni if she marry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran all the way to the house next door&lt;br /&gt;but things weren't like they were before&lt;br /&gt;my tear-drops fell like rain that day&lt;br /&gt;when i heard what joni had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jimmy, jimmy please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;you'll forget me by and by.&lt;br /&gt;it's been five years since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;jimmy, i married your best friend john.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.17vn.com/d/l/NDg2NjYwN2E4/d20ec4c9df5dcb352423ec8fc927b883/Conway_Twitty_-._Jonilee-Don-t_cry_Joni.mp3"&gt;download the song &gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-7462020274010495448?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7fcUzpPZ4vQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/856yhpYilYM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753496900711384793.post-8847853958817362646</id><published>2008-08-17T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:31:39.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>why should i cry for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ this song was recommended by someone really special... so the song is special...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title: why should i cry for you&lt;br /&gt;song by: sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the dog star sail&lt;br /&gt;over the reefs of moonshine&lt;br /&gt;under the skies of fall&lt;br /&gt;north, north west, the stones of faroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the arctic fire&lt;br /&gt;0ver the seas of silence&lt;br /&gt;hauling on frozen ropes&lt;br /&gt;for all my days remaining&lt;br /&gt;but would north be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all colours bleed to red&lt;br /&gt;asleep on the ocean's bed&lt;br /&gt;drifting on empty seas&lt;br /&gt;for all my days remaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but would north be true?&lt;br /&gt;why should i?&lt;br /&gt;why should i cry for you?&lt;br /&gt;dark angels follow me&lt;br /&gt;over a godless sea&lt;br /&gt;mountains of endless falling,&lt;br /&gt;for all my days remaining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i see your face,&lt;br /&gt;the stars seem to lose their place&lt;br /&gt;why must i think of you?&lt;br /&gt;why must i?&lt;br /&gt;why should i?&lt;br /&gt;why should i cry for you?&lt;br /&gt;why would you want me to?&lt;br /&gt;and what would it mean to say,&lt;br /&gt;that, "i loved you in my fashion"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would be true?&lt;br /&gt;why should i?&lt;br /&gt;why should i cry for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/simmonr62/15WhyShouldICryForYou_.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;download the song &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753496900711384793-8847853958817362646?l=singwhenalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singwhenalone.blogspot.com/feeds/8847853958817362646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753496900711384793&amp;postID=8847853958817362646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753496900711384793/posts/default/8847853958817362646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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