<?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-8462888781188398283</id><updated>2011-12-13T04:19:20.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are always beautiful.  ~Ville Valo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adonis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753822134293174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462888781188398283.post-1217769711391050519</id><published>2008-07-22T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:41:34.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris by Dido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIYNQy60F_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/57wrIjp-7dg/s1600-h/Dido-DVD-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIYNQy60F_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/57wrIjp-7dg/s400/Dido-DVD-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225878999807563762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FHFwrCxWCi"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FHFwrCxWCi" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origin: London , UK&lt;br /&gt;Genre(s): Pop rock, pop, folk, alternative&lt;br /&gt;Years active: 1995-present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from Paris on the train&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't care if&lt;br /&gt;the journey took all day.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to turn the pages of my magazine&lt;br /&gt;while trying to keep a hold of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;And ordering a coffee&lt;br /&gt;that I wouldn't ever drink.&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you and Paris on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;just to keep you and Paris on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;the last time I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Waterloo we went&lt;br /&gt;our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;When I got in my cab&lt;br /&gt;I didn't turn and wave.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to work just went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep you and Paris on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;trying to keep you and Paris on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;the last time I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phoned your office this afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;they said they hadn't&lt;br /&gt;heard anything from you.&lt;br /&gt;It's been... seven days without a word.&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep you and Paris on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep you and Paris on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;the last time I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Paris on the train.&lt;br /&gt;Raining and without you&lt;br /&gt;it's... not the same.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do this journey one more time,&lt;br /&gt;just to keep you and Paris on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;just to keep you and Paris on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;the last time... I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time... I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;The last time... I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;The last time... I saw you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8462888781188398283-1217769711391050519?l=lightgaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1217769711391050519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8462888781188398283&amp;postID=1217769711391050519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default/1217769711391050519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default/1217769711391050519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/paris-by-dido.html' title='Paris by Dido'/><author><name>Adonis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753822134293174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIYNQy60F_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/57wrIjp-7dg/s72-c/Dido-DVD-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462888781188398283.post-2230656249465118625</id><published>2008-07-22T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:19:35.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin soup by Kate Nash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIYG7XL5gjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vlQMqViiwWE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIYG7XL5gjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vlQMqViiwWE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225872034516009522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1GtU351wIL"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1GtU351wIL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/katenash/music/aYDkm_6q/kate_nash_pumpkin_soup/"&gt;Pumpkin Soup - Kate Nash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origin: Dublin, Ireland&lt;br /&gt;Genre(s): Indie pop, piano pop&lt;br /&gt;Years active: 2007-present &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're chatting to me, like we connect &lt;br /&gt;But I don't even know if we're still friends &lt;br /&gt;It's so confusing, &lt;br /&gt;Understanding you is making me not want to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And think things like: 'I know I should do' &lt;br /&gt;But I trip faster then I lose &lt;br /&gt;I hate looking like a fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy &lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss &lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy &lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights are on &lt;br /&gt;And someone's home &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if they're alone &lt;br /&gt;There's someone else inside my head &lt;br /&gt;Living in there too fills me with dread &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paranoia is distressing &lt;br /&gt;But I spend most of my night guessing &lt;br /&gt;Are we not, are we together &lt;br /&gt;Will this make our lives much better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be touched &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy &lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss &lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy &lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss &lt;br /&gt;Wops I think I've got too close &lt;br /&gt;'Cause now he's telling me I'm girl that he likes most &lt;br /&gt;Now I messed up it's not the first time &lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying you're not on my mind &lt;br /&gt;I hope that you don't think I'm unkind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy &lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss &lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy &lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8462888781188398283-2230656249465118625?l=lightgaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2230656249465118625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8462888781188398283&amp;postID=2230656249465118625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default/2230656249465118625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default/2230656249465118625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/pumpkin-soup-kate-nash-origin-dublin.html' title='Pumpkin soup by Kate Nash'/><author><name>Adonis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753822134293174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIYG7XL5gjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vlQMqViiwWE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462888781188398283.post-7636814444835748462</id><published>2008-07-22T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:59:31.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New romantic by Laura marling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIYCjmwyw2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZC_wCCMADVI/s1600-h/2022814680_f1edb0d3c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIYCjmwyw2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZC_wCCMADVI/s400/2022814680_f1edb0d3c4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867228333917026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/aDYt2lD5wb"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/aDYt2lD5wb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origin: Reading, Berkshire, England&lt;br /&gt;Genre(s): Alternative, Folk rock&lt;br /&gt;Years active: 2006-present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I loved you but I'm thinking I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the first to admit that I'm still pretty young,&lt;br /&gt;and I never meant to hurt you when I wrote you ten love songs.&lt;br /&gt;but a guy that I could never get 'cause his girlfriend was pretty fit&lt;br /&gt;and everyone who knew her loved her so.&lt;br /&gt;and I made you leave her for me and now I'm feeling pretty mean,&lt;br /&gt;but my mind has fucked me over more times than any man could ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should give up, give in,&lt;br /&gt;give up trying to be thin,&lt;br /&gt;give up and turn into my mother,&lt;br /&gt;god knows I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state,&lt;br /&gt;watch my steady lonesome gait and beware.&lt;br /&gt;I would never love a man 'cause love and pain go hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;and I can't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed up late one night to try and get our problems right,&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't get into his head just what was going through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and I think he knew where I was going &lt;br /&gt;he put Ryan Adams on &lt;br /&gt;I think he thinks it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;it only ever makes me strong.&lt;br /&gt;I've got this friend who sounds just like him,&lt;br /&gt;now he's the man I'd leave you for, the man that I just adore like you.&lt;br /&gt;The same man, he turns to me he said I've got to tell you how i feel, &lt;br /&gt;if god could make the perfect girl for me it would be you &lt;br /&gt;and my god told me not tell about how much do you love your fella?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know more everyday&lt;br /&gt;not in this new romantic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be your first love, you'll always be my first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state&lt;br /&gt;watch my steady lonesome gait and beware,&lt;br /&gt;I would never love a man 'cause love and pain go hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do it, again&lt;br /&gt;I would never love a man cause I could never hurt a man, not in this very new romantic&lt;br /&gt;way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8462888781188398283-7636814444835748462?l=lightgaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7636814444835748462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8462888781188398283&amp;postID=7636814444835748462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default/7636814444835748462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default/7636814444835748462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-romantic-by-laura-marling.html' title='New romantic by Laura marling'/><author><name>Adonis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753822134293174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIYCjmwyw2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZC_wCCMADVI/s72-c/2022814680_f1edb0d3c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462888781188398283.post-3906124553188615427</id><published>2008-07-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:26:25.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So kiss me- Leigh Nash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIX5Y0hnECI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nU0IPfA4iwM/s1600-h/leigh+nash-use.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIX5Y0hnECI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nU0IPfA4iwM/s400/leigh+nash-use.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225857147445121058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HqqiW8f03E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HqqiW8f03E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origin: New Braunfels, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Genre(s): Pop, Indie, Rock, Soft Rock&lt;br /&gt;Years active: 1993-present &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me out of the bearded barley&lt;br /&gt;Nightly, beside the green, green grass&lt;br /&gt;Swing, swing, swing the spinning step&lt;br /&gt;You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me down by the broken tree house&lt;br /&gt;Swing me upon its hanging tire&lt;br /&gt;Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat&lt;br /&gt;We'll take the trail marked on your father's map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (repeat)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8462888781188398283-3906124553188615427?l=lightgaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3906124553188615427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8462888781188398283&amp;postID=3906124553188615427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default/3906124553188615427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default/3906124553188615427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-kiss-me-leigh-nash.html' title='So kiss me- Leigh Nash'/><author><name>Adonis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753822134293174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIX5Y0hnECI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nU0IPfA4iwM/s72-c/leigh+nash-use.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462888781188398283.post-2470787452379928920</id><published>2008-07-22T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:04:48.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The closest thing to crazy by Katie Melua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIX2lXdDkII/AAAAAAAAAFc/6xXGKzZwU7c/s1600-h/Katie_Melua_45636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIX2lXdDkII/AAAAAAAAAFc/6xXGKzZwU7c/s400/Katie_Melua_45636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225854064444805250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nhUKTWJhwS"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nhUKTWJhwS" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origin: London, England&lt;br /&gt;Genre(s): Acoustic, blues, jazz, folk-pop&lt;br /&gt;Years active: 2003–present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I think I'm standing strong, &lt;br /&gt;Yet feel the air beneath my feet? &lt;br /&gt;How can happiness feel so wrong? &lt;br /&gt;How can misery feel so sweet? &lt;br /&gt;How can you let me watch you sleep, &lt;br /&gt;Then break my dreams the way you do? &lt;br /&gt;How can I have got in so deep? &lt;br /&gt;Why did I fall in love with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS: &lt;br /&gt;This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been &lt;br /&gt;Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen, &lt;br /&gt;This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known, &lt;br /&gt;I was never crazy on my own… &lt;br /&gt;And now I know that there's a link between the two, &lt;br /&gt;Being close to craziness and being close to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make me fall apart &lt;br /&gt;Then break my fall with loving lies? &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to break a heart; &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to close your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;How can you treat me like a child &lt;br /&gt;Yet like a child I yearn for you? &lt;br /&gt;How can anyone feel so wild? &lt;br /&gt;How can anyone feel so blue? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and being close to you&lt;br /&gt;...and being close to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8462888781188398283-2470787452379928920?l=lightgaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2470787452379928920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8462888781188398283&amp;postID=2470787452379928920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default/2470787452379928920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462888781188398283/posts/default/2470787452379928920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightgaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/closest-thing-to-crazy-by-katie-melua.html' title='The closest thing to crazy by Katie Melua'/><author><name>Adonis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753822134293174713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EMUWmiW_S3E/SIX2lXdDkII/AAAAAAAAAFc/6xXGKzZwU7c/s72-c/Katie_Melua_45636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
