<?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-2764417947374944613</id><updated>2011-04-25T15:29:05.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.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-2764417947374944613.post-1341530991108868877</id><published>2007-11-30T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:38:17.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction.</title><content type='html'>Hello.  I'm &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/johndolanrussell"&gt;John Dolan Russell&lt;/a&gt;, lead singer and rhythm guitar player for &lt;a href="http://www.bombasticide.com"&gt;Bombasticide&lt;/a&gt;  My band mates, &lt;a href="http://www.artbromage.com"&gt;Art Bromage&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=11237081&amp;MyToken=20a51652-5a64-494c-93ea-74bf36288083"&gt;Ian Miller&lt;/a&gt;, Dave Delzotto and &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=84868283&amp;MyToken=20a51652-5a64-494c-93ea-74bf36288083"&gt;Carl Martin&lt;/a&gt; along with producer Marc Miller and I are extremely proud to bring you our new full length CD SCRATCH.  Without being a concept album, this is a concept album.  It was recorded from early July '07 through mid October '07 and in my opinion, our best work to date.  This page is where all the lyrics on the CD appear.  Before each song there is a blurb about the tune from one of the band members.  These may change from time to time, and there's a cool little picture that corresponds with the song, followed by the lyrics.  You can hear most of the tunes at our &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bombasticide"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt; or on our &lt;a href="http://www.bombasticide.com"&gt;home page.&lt;/a&gt;  All songs are copyright 2008 John Dolan Russell except for 'Battle Flag', 'Born too Slow' and 'Purgatory', which are all used by permission in accordance with the law.&lt;br /&gt;So turn it up.  The actual CD will be available the week of December 10 and we're treating 2008 as a constant CD release party.  Thanks everyone, enjoy the words and the music, and the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and originally I didn't include this because it's an instrumental, and that's totally my bad, sorry Ian.  So, Beautiful Disaster was written by Ian Miller and Art Bromage and Ian wanted to say, "I wrote this bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.  Thank you very much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-1341530991108868877?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1341530991108868877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=1341530991108868877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/1341530991108868877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/1341530991108868877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/introduction.html' title='Introduction.'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-5028830325121357594</id><published>2007-11-30T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:07:53.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>Marc Miller, Producer:  "When I first heard this song, I was reminded at once of The Ramones, The Pretenders, Blondie and The Beatles.  Angry, wry, witty, vehement- it was all there.  My aim was to expose that through use of overdriven clean guitars and a popping snare." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1Ca3-HTDTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8RBvX5H7pbg/s1600-R/DevilWomansmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1Ca3-HTDTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1agXbLWGsDU/s400/DevilWomansmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138777461186825522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby knows I'm fragile you promised not to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;So what if you're agile you make me wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;You are a destroyer still I'm not sorry you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Your love in a bottle, pretty boys, too much competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby sociopath I'm so glad you crossed my path&lt;br /&gt;And now you're on your path I pray you meet your match&lt;br /&gt;You said we were sanctioned by the stars and you ignored them&lt;br /&gt;Your lust for everything you see such a fucking disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you began with lies &lt;br /&gt;A fitting end&lt;br /&gt;Almost the end of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-5028830325121357594?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5028830325121357594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=5028830325121357594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/5028830325121357594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/5028830325121357594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-girl.html' title='Baby Girl'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1Ca3-HTDTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1agXbLWGsDU/s72-c/DevilWomansmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-6901737328086297845</id><published>2007-11-30T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:10:49.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch</title><content type='html'>John Dolan Russell: "Yes this is a sarcastic tune about the perils of falling too deep in love with the wrong person.  And for the record, we're all big fans of lesbians.  Our first dance tune on the CD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CY0OHTDSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1chjZqCdMwo/s1600-R/womanscratching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CY0OHTDSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kRL6UNYSnrs/s400/womanscratching.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138775197739060514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesbian at the suicide clinic &lt;br /&gt;Said that alki's shouldn't have sex for one whole year&lt;br /&gt;The other one who kept calling me back again&lt;br /&gt;Making sure I didn't swallow any more pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gettin' over you was really such a drag&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really, really, really, really glad&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got this new thing&lt;br /&gt;She treats me much, much, much, much better than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My state of mind is a fractal picto&lt;br /&gt;So much cleaner and clear and full of truth&lt;br /&gt;All you ever did was hurt me with your head&lt;br /&gt;That's your claim to fame 'cause you'll never be Mom of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gettin' over you was really such a drag&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really, really, really, very quite glad&lt;br /&gt;All you ever did was poison up my head&lt;br /&gt;No co dependence here she's just better than you&lt;br /&gt;And gettin' on with me the best way to be&lt;br /&gt;But I really sometimes miss that phantom of you&lt;br /&gt;I got this pretty new thing &lt;br /&gt;She don't hurt me no, no, no, no &lt;br /&gt;She love me long time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-6901737328086297845?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6901737328086297845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=6901737328086297845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/6901737328086297845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/6901737328086297845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/scratch.html' title='Scratch'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CY0OHTDSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kRL6UNYSnrs/s72-c/womanscratching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-5006995125089600731</id><published>2007-11-30T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:13:05.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Home</title><content type='html'>Marc Miller:  "OK.  So I love Zeppelin.  And, yeah, it sounds like "When The Levee Breaks"- but there's a double edged sword here- Zep's tune talks about when the levee breaks, there'll be no place to say.  John's version is more like, "When the levee breaks, have a nice swim......beeyotch.....".  How can you not love that?  The drum part just SCREAMED for that treatment, and Dave Del Bonzo more than delivered.  Art's solo needed to be that bitchin' and moanin' bluesy thing that no one does better- so my task was to merely get out of the way and let that happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CVYeHTDRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dkR2o1qCBDo/s1600-R/Alcoholicsgotomeetings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CVYeHTDRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bnkwQ7Plq1g/s400/Alcoholicsgotomeetings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138771422462807314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady that magic coach is gonna turn into a pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;Girl your wings will melt when you get too close to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Ring will lose it's shine from the coal in your black heart&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey and the wine will poison tearing you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home baby go home&lt;br /&gt;We don't need you here&lt;br /&gt;They need you there&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlin' this free for all's gonna find you in some danger&lt;br /&gt;Woman you're a woman with the meanest streak I've seen&lt;br /&gt;Doctor pull the rug from you your story's not the same girl&lt;br /&gt;Your star is burning through the sky you're fadin' from the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home baby go home&lt;br /&gt;We don't need you here&lt;br /&gt;They need you there&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a home&lt;br /&gt;Darling just go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am simply free of you and I should be so grateful&lt;br /&gt;But you left a stink on me I can't seem to wash off&lt;br /&gt;You became my everything and taught me such a lesson&lt;br /&gt;I barricade my heart from anyone who tries inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home baby go home&lt;br /&gt;We don't need you here&lt;br /&gt;They need you there&lt;br /&gt;Go home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-5006995125089600731?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5006995125089600731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=5006995125089600731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/5006995125089600731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/5006995125089600731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/go-home.html' title='Go Home'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CVYeHTDRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bnkwQ7Plq1g/s72-c/Alcoholicsgotomeetings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-6785110551976906042</id><published>2007-11-30T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:40:55.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Flag</title><content type='html'>John Dolan Russell:  "Oh yeah!  The first cover on the CD is by Lo-Fidelity All Stars.  This was a groovy techno club hit 10 years ago, radio couldn't play it enough, well, the edited version.  We've chosen not to edit.  So if the word motherfucker isn't cool with you, skip to the next track.  Marc Miller gets all the credit for pushing the envelope on this one.  Some of his finest work as a producer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CPq-HTDQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VAnxYt_Ufgg/s1600-R/DayGlowScratch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CPq-HTDQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SFHWaO5-1tY/s400/DayGlowScratch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138765143220620546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your construction&lt;br /&gt;Smells of corruption&lt;br /&gt;I manipulate to recreate&lt;br /&gt;This air to ground saga&lt;br /&gt;Gotta launder my karma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans&lt;br /&gt;You'll get down on your muthafuckin' knees&lt;br /&gt;And it's time for your sickness again&lt;br /&gt;Come on and tell me what you need&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what is making you bleed&lt;br /&gt;We got two more minutes and&lt;br /&gt;We gonna cut to what you need&lt;br /&gt;So one of six so tell me&lt;br /&gt;One do you want to live&lt;br /&gt;And one of seven tell me&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is it time to get down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blown to the maxim&lt;br /&gt;Two hemispheres battlin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm blown to the maxim&lt;br /&gt;Two hemispheres battlin'&lt;br /&gt;Suckin' up, one last breath&lt;br /&gt;Take a drag off of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. Policeman&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for getting away&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin' road&lt;br /&gt;And running from your ass today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me if do you agree&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed&lt;br /&gt;I got a few more minutes and&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna out to what you need&lt;br /&gt;So one of six so tell me&lt;br /&gt;One do you want to live&lt;br /&gt;And one of seven tell me&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is it time to get down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a revolution behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;We got to get up and organize&lt;br /&gt;Got a revolution behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;We got to get up and organize&lt;br /&gt;Got a revolution behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;We got to get up and organize&lt;br /&gt;You want a revolution behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;We got to get up and organize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby tell me&lt;br /&gt;Yes we aim to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQQEEan77lw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQQEEan77lw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-6785110551976906042?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6785110551976906042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=6785110551976906042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/6785110551976906042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/6785110551976906042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/battle-flag.html' title='Battle Flag'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CPq-HTDQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SFHWaO5-1tY/s72-c/DayGlowScratch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-185736851323825869</id><published>2007-11-30T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:15:15.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My House Fell Down</title><content type='html'>John Dolan Russell: "I was almost embarrassed to bring this song up in it's original format.  It was way outside the box for us.  After Dave had finished recording "Go Home" I told him to stay in the room and 'give me a beat like this', he wasn't pleased afterward and came close to demanding we didn't use it.  But it's perfect really.  This is one of Marc's favorites and a great little surprise for us, making it's way into the live set right away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CJd-HTDPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uZi-Xl4QmU4/s1600-R/my+house+fell+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CJd-HTDPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qknxrpk4z8Y/s400/my+house+fell+down.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138758322812554482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my house fell down so I built me a new one&lt;br /&gt;Made out of bricks not made out of sticks&lt;br /&gt;Well my house fell down and the wolf couldn't help me&lt;br /&gt;She got other plans she got other things&lt;br /&gt;She got other things and she got other things&lt;br /&gt;She got other things like the trees with their rings&lt;br /&gt;My house fell down and I don't even care&lt;br /&gt;Moving down the road stop point at me and stare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart broke down so I stole me another &lt;br /&gt;Made out of steel and kind of unreal&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart broke down she kept the souvenir &lt;br /&gt;She took it to eat she kept it with things&lt;br /&gt;She kept it from me and she ate it with peas&lt;br /&gt;She ate it with peas like a delicacy&lt;br /&gt;Well my house fell down and I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;Moving down the road stop point at me and stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my house fell down and my piggies they helped me&lt;br /&gt;Step by step baby brick by brick&lt;br /&gt;Well my house fell down and she blew it away&lt;br /&gt;Without a second thought for me she got other things&lt;br /&gt;She got other houses she got other spouses&lt;br /&gt;She got other things and she got all the things&lt;br /&gt;Blowing down homes for trinkets and rings&lt;br /&gt;I gave her my heart she ate it down like a meal&lt;br /&gt;Said that it hurt&lt;br /&gt;How you hurt when you don't feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-185736851323825869?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/185736851323825869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=185736851323825869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/185736851323825869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/185736851323825869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-house-fell-down.html' title='My House Fell Down'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CJd-HTDPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qknxrpk4z8Y/s72-c/my+house+fell+down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-9188270317907119985</id><published>2007-11-30T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:16:58.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>Marc Miller:  "This one was personal.  John exercising more demons, this time in the form of an old "friend" who comes to visit.  His old mode was dread, and his old reaction was to go underground- now, it's "Screw you- bring it- suck it- whatever" and this tune said that loud and proud.  This one took quite a bit of rearrangement to make work, and I fought with John all the way down to the bitter end on how it was gonna come out, but the end result is one of power and thought.  I really think that this one is the sleeper hit, lyrically, of the whole album."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CFjuHTDOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/twxDXxbkwwA/s1600-R/tornadoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CFjuHTDOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sq5uq79hz3Q/s400/tornadoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138754023550291170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my old friend so you're here again&lt;br /&gt;I've got no love now so come on in come on in&lt;br /&gt;Hello my old friend feels bad to see you again&lt;br /&gt;But I got no love now so come on in come on in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit with me awhile and take away my smile&lt;br /&gt;Lay with me upon the couch you've come so many miles&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in this room full of misery and doom&lt;br /&gt;Hold my head down under water skin my dreams alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever break my back and tighten up the slack&lt;br /&gt;Turn everything around me black&lt;br /&gt;Whatever feed me lies so I can despise&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me friend&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huh ah ha whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my old shadow come into my meadow&lt;br /&gt;Invite only but you're part of me c'mon c'mon&lt;br /&gt;Hello there old man you've such gigantic hands&lt;br /&gt;They make it hard to break away I'll stay I stay&lt;br /&gt;Crush my battered soul take it down below&lt;br /&gt;I know I know you'll leave again I know I know&lt;br /&gt;Hold me under foot your victory's my rut&lt;br /&gt;Kick the stand out from my feet I'll dangle here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever rape my mind vicious visions unkind&lt;br /&gt;Tie me up in knots I'm blind&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tear at my hear try to pull it apart &lt;br /&gt;Always stronger when you leave again&lt;br /&gt;Ah huh ah ha whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You old bastard creeping faster I have my half life to live&lt;br /&gt;I'll run around your house and smash the windows one by one&lt;br /&gt;You old bastard I learn faster I smile through the cellophane&lt;br /&gt;You wrap up around my face to suffocate me once again&lt;br /&gt;Get out you old bastard better make it faster&lt;br /&gt;Go choke on the disaster of someone else's day&lt;br /&gt;You'll be back I know it leave me alone for now I show it&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave a light on for you bastard.  BASTARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-9188270317907119985?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/9188270317907119985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=9188270317907119985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/9188270317907119985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/9188270317907119985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1CFjuHTDOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sq5uq79hz3Q/s72-c/tornadoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-2889181115048771232</id><published>2007-11-30T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:18:42.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone Statues</title><content type='html'>John Dolan Russell: "On an existential level this is one of my favorites.  Miller got to play with some midi toys and his mix is brilliant.  Art did one of my favorite things he does by conjuring the soul, and this is the only spoken word piece we've ever done.  Comfort zone was pushed here, and it's the turning point of the CD where we begin to shift from dark to light...except one last thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1B36OHTDNI/AAAAAAAAADw/jp3Sq7MChtA/s1600-R/StoneStatues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1B36OHTDNI/AAAAAAAAADw/QSFGwlhhRXM/s400/StoneStatues.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138739016934558930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still be those eyes which cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Quiet the mouths no longer to speak&lt;br /&gt;Cold go the arms draped to the side&lt;br /&gt;Dark goes the room once full of light&lt;br /&gt;Premature the trees lose the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Immature the longing for reprieve&lt;br /&gt;Sleet comes mid summer and stings&lt;br /&gt;Eyes frozen shut with copper rings&lt;br /&gt;Still be the limbs no longer embrace&lt;br /&gt;Frozen in time the rouge of a face&lt;br /&gt;Whirling in windswept tunnels the leaf&lt;br /&gt;Holding for nothing to give it relief&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the storm conjured up in the mind&lt;br /&gt;Waiting a day a year decades of time&lt;br /&gt;Sauntering swearing it’s no fault of mine&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the sharp glass draw blood from the Rhine&lt;br /&gt;The map pixilated to the uneducated&lt;br /&gt;The way sleight of hand the wind is sedated&lt;br /&gt;Blood drips down the cheek awash in the torrent&lt;br /&gt;Blood drips quicker and spots to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Mixed with an agent which bound us together&lt;br /&gt;Blood runs down the leg savored with flavor&lt;br /&gt;Marinating together the toxic concoction&lt;br /&gt;Still be those lips so they don’t quite offend&lt;br /&gt;Choked in the throat where the words never form&lt;br /&gt;Flying on waxen wings to seek out the sun&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in the lovely eyes of adorers&lt;br /&gt;Staying power, perhaps the leaf the explorer&lt;br /&gt;Stone statue awaits in ruminations state&lt;br /&gt;Stone statue with purpose and power and fate&lt;br /&gt;The wolf howls lonely to the moonlit sky&lt;br /&gt;Turns to stone looking back at the sweet firefly&lt;br /&gt;On the lap of the statue the wolf rests his head&lt;br /&gt;His shackles his fur his legs all feel lead&lt;br /&gt;His face sad and beautiful on the stone lap&lt;br /&gt;He waits for the nourishment, the sweetness of sap&lt;br /&gt;The leaf torrential tunnels and floats&lt;br /&gt;From one to another and back to the slope&lt;br /&gt;Stone statues are cold with melancholy stares&lt;br /&gt;The wolf whines and nuzzles and waits to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-2889181115048771232?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2889181115048771232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=2889181115048771232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/2889181115048771232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/2889181115048771232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/stone-statues.html' title='Stone Statues'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1B36OHTDNI/AAAAAAAAADw/QSFGwlhhRXM/s72-c/StoneStatues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-432546569035066177</id><published>2007-11-30T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:24:44.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born too Slow.</title><content type='html'>Art Bromage:  "A hard rock soul, trapped in an electronic body (until we got our hands on it)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BzJeHTDMI/AAAAAAAAADo/7yOSO5cBDkU/s1600-R/th_diablo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BzJeHTDMI/AAAAAAAAADo/LaOjux8pKBg/s400/th_diablo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138733781369425090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like seventies goof balls&lt;br /&gt;He's waiting on last calls&lt;br /&gt;well listen to method man&lt;br /&gt;'cause if you leave on the last line&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave on the ground kind&lt;br /&gt;Born just a little too slow&lt;br /&gt;Just a little too slow&lt;br /&gt;Just a little too&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your lives are more than two&lt;br /&gt;Just a little too&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just a little too&lt;br /&gt;'cause if ya picture the wrong kind&lt;br /&gt;You'll know you'll be turnin' blind&lt;br /&gt;Got outta your head&lt;br /&gt;Bangin' tail just the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;You'll know that a turnin' grey&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too slow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your lives are more than two&lt;br /&gt;slow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your lives are more than two&lt;br /&gt;Just a little too&lt;br /&gt;Just a little too&lt;br /&gt;Your lives are more than two&lt;br /&gt;Just a little too&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your your life's a born in two&lt;br /&gt;Just a little too slow&lt;br /&gt;'cause if you leave on the last line&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave on the ground kind&lt;br /&gt;Well listen to method man&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you leave him callin'&lt;br /&gt;You'll know you'll be fallin'&lt;br /&gt;Lights are bummin' low&lt;br /&gt;Your shot off and bum and go&lt;br /&gt;Lives are bummin' low&lt;br /&gt;Your shot off and bum and go&lt;br /&gt;Born just a little too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-432546569035066177?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/432546569035066177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=432546569035066177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/432546569035066177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/432546569035066177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/born-too-slow.html' title='Born too Slow.'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BzJeHTDMI/AAAAAAAAADo/LaOjux8pKBg/s72-c/th_diablo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-5938574021664654894</id><published>2007-11-30T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:26:42.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamo</title><content type='html'>John Dolan Russell: "Another Juanita Beach composition.  I spent a lot of time there over the summer regaining myself.  After writing so many raging tunes and picking out the 3 covers I knew that we needed some lighter material, some dance music if you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Miller: "WTF?  JDR writes a dance tune?  You're kidding, right?  Nope- that's what it is.  This one was a fight- I won't kid ya- mainly from the standpoint of what the hell is Ian gonna do with this?  It's blues changes!!!  So, I tell him, "play Sly and The Family Stone" and we get this pseudo "ThankYouFaLettinMeBeMiceElf" feel.  All it needs now is some random clean guitar, ala John Frusciante, and we got it.  I really like the loose feel of this one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BwweHTDLI/AAAAAAAAADg/FI3kk4fpdNk/s1600-R/th_dynamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BwweHTDLI/AAAAAAAAADg/OaVveCemhdE/s400/th_dynamo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138731152849439922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine in the park ain't no clouds today&lt;br /&gt;Even though she hates me&lt;br /&gt;There's another one looking at me yeah&lt;br /&gt;Funny how love grows and goes&lt;br /&gt;Just as quickly as it came&lt;br /&gt;But on a day like this there ain't no clouds today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big magnetic dynamo&lt;br /&gt;With a smile dancing to and fro &lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fat happy dance machine &lt;br /&gt;And I love those girlies oh so clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine off the lake finally prowlin on the make&lt;br /&gt;The birds are singin' to me&lt;br /&gt;Ah givin' sweet songs that I take&lt;br /&gt;Funny how love dies right before your very eyes&lt;br /&gt;One thing about gettin' older's you girls keep gettin' younger&lt;br /&gt;(younger sweeter with attention spans of cats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big magnetic dynamo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-5938574021664654894?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5938574021664654894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=5938574021664654894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/5938574021664654894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/5938574021664654894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/dynamo.html' title='Dynamo'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BwweHTDLI/AAAAAAAAADg/OaVveCemhdE/s72-c/th_dynamo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-8542851148920322465</id><published>2007-11-30T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:42:23.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Same Stars</title><content type='html'>John Dolan Russell:  "We all agree this is a favorite.  Both in the studio and live.  I wrote the lyrics at Juanita Beach on a bright and sunny day, I was in a good mood but there was a lingering sadness in me.  Marc was key in bringing this song together and Art's guitar work is some of the best he's ever recorded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BsjeHTDJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4KGZ6-FcrTw/s1600-R/under+the+same+stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BsjeHTDJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Gp7Sa8IRHhQ/s400/under+the+same+stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138726531464629394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We float on the ocean we fly on the breeze &lt;br /&gt;Untethered together in times such as these&lt;br /&gt;We're wrapped up awhile in skin with a smile&lt;br /&gt;And broken beneath the pressure from miles&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be useful you tried to be true&lt;br /&gt;The smoke in the mirrors reflect me to you&lt;br /&gt;Under the same stars breathing the same air&lt;br /&gt;Our house burning down neither one of us there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try the new lovers get under the covers&lt;br /&gt;Slipping away from the cruel words above us&lt;br /&gt;The children are laughing forget what they're lacking&lt;br /&gt;The animals purring and slithering nourished&lt;br /&gt;I sit in the sun soaking park looking for you&lt;br /&gt;Your desk and the rest of your pride still surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;Under the same stars and breathing the same air&lt;br /&gt;Our lives upside down can we fondly remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climb in the mountains we bathe in the fountains&lt;br /&gt;Another world waiting embracing and counting&lt;br /&gt;The strangers we seek just to find one another&lt;br /&gt;The lovers we take and hide under the covers&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be useful you tried to be me&lt;br /&gt;The shadow won out with a monstrosity&lt;br /&gt;Under the same moon our wolves are both walking&lt;br /&gt;Longing for days of our laughter and talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit in the old chairs we try on the new stares &lt;br /&gt;Our pride is the guidance which weakens our pair&lt;br /&gt;The childhood lost and forgotten the ground&lt;br /&gt;The common misshaping we'd never have found&lt;br /&gt;I long for the moment when you were so real&lt;br /&gt;You slipped through my fingers and dug in a heel&lt;br /&gt;Under the same stars eroded by rain &lt;br /&gt;Down in the bone yard I'll see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob483z7nHyk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob483z7nHyk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-8542851148920322465?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8542851148920322465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=8542851148920322465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/8542851148920322465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/8542851148920322465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/under-same-stars.html' title='Under the Same Stars'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BsjeHTDJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Gp7Sa8IRHhQ/s72-c/under+the+same+stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-4763135551055362138</id><published>2007-11-30T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:05:21.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purgatory</title><content type='html'>Dave Del Zotto, Drums: "Without a doubt the Maiden tune Purgatory was the most challenging track on the CD stylistically and spiritually. I skipped purification of the soul and went straight to Hell on that one. Having never rehearsed the tune live or played a blast beat at that tempo before the guys cheered me on as I finally ‘burned’ through it on the third take. Hades never felt so good. Burn baby, Burn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BopuHTDII/AAAAAAAAADI/zkFm2VnaZus/s1600-R/purgatory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BopuHTDII/AAAAAAAAADI/-CBewdhwY4s/s400/purgatory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138722240792300674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of an age old dream, places I have never seen,&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies lived times before.&lt;br /&gt;I split my brain, melt through the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over clouds my mind will fly, forever now I can't think why.&lt;br /&gt;My body tries to leave my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it me, I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Mem'ries rising from the past, the future's shaddow overcast.&lt;br /&gt;Something's clutching at my head, through the darkness I'll be led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another time, another place.&lt;br /&gt;Oh another smile on another face.&lt;br /&gt;When you see me floating up beside you,&lt;br /&gt;You get the feeling that all my love's inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take me away, take me away, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Please take me away, take me away, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Please take me away, take me away, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of an age old dream, places I have never seen,&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies lived times before.&lt;br /&gt;I split my brain, melt through the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over clouds my mind will fly, forever now I can't think why.&lt;br /&gt;My body tries to leave my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it me, I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Mem'ries rising from the past, the future's shadow overcast.&lt;br /&gt;Something's clutching at my head, through the darkness I'll be led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another time, another place.&lt;br /&gt;Oh another smile on another face.&lt;br /&gt;When you see me walking up beside you,&lt;br /&gt;You get the feeling that all my love's inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take me away, take me away, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Please take me away, take me away, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Please take me away, take me away, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_E7MSS50WjE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_E7MSS50WjE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-4763135551055362138?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4763135551055362138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=4763135551055362138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/4763135551055362138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/4763135551055362138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/purgatory.html' title='Purgatory'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1BopuHTDII/AAAAAAAAADI/-CBewdhwY4s/s72-c/purgatory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764417947374944613.post-7724012215316560825</id><published>2007-11-30T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:35:46.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meadow</title><content type='html'>John Dolan Russell: "Born from meditation this place came into focus.  It is my refuge and all loved ones are welcome there, and they often visit.  The animals guard the perimeter, keeping enemies at bay.  My strength comes from here, my loved ones, my closest, my imagination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1Bi1LcZwkI/AAAAAAAAADA/YPJ5gCM5C4o/s1600-R/th_willowtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1Bi1LcZwkI/AAAAAAAAADA/2NtdskSiCNI/s400/th_willowtree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138715840574243394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends and I are gathered in this place&lt;br /&gt;Grass is under foot and sunshine's warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;With the puma and the wolf the spiders and snakes&lt;br /&gt;Guarding our good times and trying times in spades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that I need &lt;br /&gt;'cept your angel arms on me&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I desire&lt;br /&gt;Inside me burns your fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends and I have been together longer than the world&lt;br /&gt;Out of frozen fire thawed out I built us this meadow&lt;br /&gt;And it's safe in here most times a peaceful runnin' stream&lt;br /&gt;Under the willow tree you'll find me a perpetual green dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that I need&lt;br /&gt;'cept your warm and glowing face&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I desire &lt;br /&gt;'cause your love just takes me higher&lt;br /&gt;There is no where I can run &lt;br /&gt;Where I'd better see the sun&lt;br /&gt;There is no place I can hide&lt;br /&gt;Where you couldn't come inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built this place of safety hoping it would save me&lt;br /&gt;I built this place of comfort to satiate my hunger&lt;br /&gt;I built this place to hideout protected from the fallout &lt;br /&gt;I built this place to sanctify so come on in my friend&lt;br /&gt;Come on in my trusted friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I we dance around the giant willow tree is sound&lt;br /&gt;And you can come in with a heart that's pure and bright and full of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2764417947374944613-7724012215316560825?l=scratchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7724012215316560825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2764417947374944613&amp;postID=7724012215316560825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/7724012215316560825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2764417947374944613/posts/default/7724012215316560825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/meadow.html' title='Meadow'/><author><name>JDR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXoXm4OsNY/TW18k6CfWgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS1vcc2fWQs/s220/JohnArtsy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LahCwnq3SFg/R1Bi1LcZwkI/AAAAAAAAADA/2NtdskSiCNI/s72-c/th_willowtree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
