<?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-4138832016852612593</id><updated>2011-12-28T21:24:23.234-08:00</updated><category term='there will be blood interpetation'/><category term='Ireland'/><title type='text'>ConversationThroughMusic</title><subtitle type='html'>Collection of poetry and other musings about love, life, and random ideas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-1443265233725762945</id><published>2010-12-21T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T12:55:47.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the degradation of a dream</title><content type='html'>what is life&lt;br /&gt;to think that we control it&lt;br /&gt;only is the finate certanity of death&lt;br /&gt;is their any clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the moment words were spoken like the wind&lt;br /&gt;whispering the end of the dream&lt;br /&gt;shattering the begining of a chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death is all their is&lt;br /&gt;he says&lt;br /&gt;but he is wrong&lt;br /&gt;i dont know it but i beleive it&lt;br /&gt;i cannot prove it but i can feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death is not all there is&lt;br /&gt;it is only the begining&lt;br /&gt;a begining that is flavored with love&lt;br /&gt;a beginign that is removed from torment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie to me that this is it&lt;br /&gt;and i will lie to you that you are right.&lt;br /&gt;prepare for the time of darkness but remember&lt;br /&gt;our lives intertwine with destiney&lt;br /&gt;and there is more then this&lt;br /&gt;there is so much more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dream'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-5734419915642349790</id><published>2010-04-08T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:48:07.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diamonds</title><content type='html'>she is genuine&lt;br /&gt;a trait all but lost&lt;br /&gt; she is trustworthy &lt;br /&gt;almost to a fault &lt;br /&gt;she is beautiful &lt;br /&gt;like the suns morning light &lt;br /&gt;she is loving &lt;br /&gt;and cares for i &lt;br /&gt;she is a girl &lt;br /&gt;i am a boy &lt;br /&gt;she is a woman &lt;br /&gt;i am a child &lt;br /&gt;she is a example &lt;br /&gt;i am a word &lt;br /&gt;she is a lover &lt;br /&gt;i am a storm &lt;br /&gt;her words make me want &lt;br /&gt;to be a better man &lt;br /&gt;a man that strengthens &lt;br /&gt;a man that grows &lt;br /&gt;she brings a new life &lt;br /&gt;that i never lived &lt;br /&gt;provides a time &lt;br /&gt;where everything i would give &lt;br /&gt;to make her happy &lt;br /&gt;to be the one &lt;br /&gt;who can bring her wonder &lt;br /&gt;can bring her love &lt;br /&gt;who can color the skys &lt;br /&gt;who can paint a picture &lt;br /&gt;of two lives molded, into one life entered &lt;br /&gt;with this peice of metal with this little ring &lt;br /&gt;take the heart of my love &lt;br /&gt;be the queen to my king &lt;br /&gt;make me happy forever &lt;br /&gt;make me love only you. &lt;br /&gt;show me life can be better. hold my hand. lead me through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-5734419915642349790?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5734419915642349790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=5734419915642349790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5734419915642349790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5734419915642349790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2010/04/diamonds.html' title='diamonds'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-8071589835197904512</id><published>2009-10-07T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:52:38.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fall of the city of gold</title><content type='html'>city of gold lend me your ear&lt;br /&gt;for there is a story that must be told&lt;br /&gt;a story of weath a story of evil &lt;br /&gt;of atrocities no man can behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes from your city.&lt;br /&gt;so serene in beauty&lt;br /&gt;a feast no eye can foresee&lt;br /&gt;the gold that you build with, is what will destroy us&lt;br /&gt;your mud has become our fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to one city is nothing is to another the world&lt;br /&gt;what is to one man a loss another a goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but your beauty will fade&lt;br /&gt;you gold will not sparkle forever&lt;br /&gt;when angry eyes do behold&lt;br /&gt;for a mans lust, for his rage and for his desire&lt;br /&gt;can no city stop from its unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hold something so high but mean so little to another&lt;br /&gt;to see a page feast others see a mold&lt;br /&gt;to quench the desire that leads man to madness&lt;br /&gt;as sand that the hands try to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh city of gold this is how you will flicker&lt;br /&gt;this is how u will eventually implode&lt;br /&gt;your builders become wanters&lt;br /&gt;your walls become idols&lt;br /&gt;till one day your story is told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its told through a poem&lt;br /&gt;but not one of remembrance&lt;br /&gt;its one of complete loss of control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-8071589835197904512?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-2845484185758465117</id><published>2009-09-22T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:17:51.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the lie</title><content type='html'>this rage is burning&lt;br /&gt;in the lie im not a part of&lt;br /&gt;or so they say&lt;br /&gt;but a part of it i am&lt;br /&gt;it consumes me&lt;br /&gt;its sweaty breath breathes down my neck&lt;br /&gt;its painful eyes manifest themselves in my daily thoughts&lt;br /&gt;its ugly face looks at me in every moment&lt;br /&gt;and wonders why&lt;br /&gt;wonders why i dont talk&lt;br /&gt;wonders why i dont care&lt;br /&gt;wonders why i dont fight&lt;br /&gt;but what can i fight&lt;br /&gt;it is bigger then i am&lt;br /&gt;i hate this lie&lt;br /&gt;i hate its knowledge&lt;br /&gt;i hate its life&lt;br /&gt;demons surround me&lt;br /&gt;but the fight is not mine&lt;br /&gt;my angels are battling&lt;br /&gt;they are yearning for higher ground&lt;br /&gt;and they will receive it&lt;br /&gt;but how much longer will they wait&lt;br /&gt;how much longer do there bursts of hope transform into pools of pain&lt;br /&gt;how much longer can they hold on&lt;br /&gt;before this fight over takes them&lt;br /&gt;and this lie becomes life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-2845484185758465117?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2845484185758465117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=2845484185758465117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2845484185758465117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2845484185758465117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/09/lie.html' title='the lie'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-442146127494278139</id><published>2009-09-20T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:54:09.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movements of life</title><content type='html'>white as the dress she is wearing&lt;br /&gt;chilled as the words he is saying&lt;br /&gt;new as the breath she is taking&lt;br /&gt;cold as the fear he is feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music with the walk she is making&lt;br /&gt;loud as the noise he is screaming&lt;br /&gt;cries with the life she is feeling&lt;br /&gt;fear with the pain has him kneeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love with the face she is seeing&lt;br /&gt;sting from the slap he is taking&lt;br /&gt;sight with the eyes she is clearing&lt;br /&gt;threads with the rope he is hanging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hands into which she is taking&lt;br /&gt;slams from the door he is freezing&lt;br /&gt;joy from the life they are seeing&lt;br /&gt;blur with the life he is leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vows from the speech she is saying&lt;br /&gt;rage from the words he is yelling&lt;br /&gt;beauty from the life their engaging&lt;br /&gt;tight from the noose hes preparing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss seals the choice they are making&lt;br /&gt;a abandoned ring changes the life they were living&lt;br /&gt;another enters the life their creating&lt;br /&gt;a drop ending the life he is hating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love feels the life of the first&lt;br /&gt;tears feel the life of the next&lt;br /&gt;joy enters the life of the third&lt;br /&gt;darkness enters the last of the words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-442146127494278139?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/442146127494278139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=442146127494278139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/442146127494278139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/442146127494278139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/09/movements-of-life.html' title='movements of life'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-1546673086478283903</id><published>2009-09-10T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:17:40.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>red</title><content type='html'>slit my wrist and let it bleed&lt;br /&gt;there isnt room in this place for me&lt;br /&gt;the danger of love &lt;br /&gt;burning in fire&lt;br /&gt;the chill of a house&lt;br /&gt;the death of desire&lt;br /&gt;the voices, i hear them&lt;br /&gt;calling for someone i dont know&lt;br /&gt;bring me back bring me back&lt;br /&gt;but to where i cant show&lt;br /&gt;black as paper&lt;br /&gt;warm as frost&lt;br /&gt;the dull of the blade&lt;br /&gt;the rage of the lost&lt;br /&gt;let it bleed&lt;br /&gt;cleanse my life&lt;br /&gt;with this blood and with this pipe&lt;br /&gt;bleed the darkness&lt;br /&gt;make room for the fire&lt;br /&gt;burn in my heart&lt;br /&gt;quench my desire&lt;br /&gt;for light and for love&lt;br /&gt;for things i know not&lt;br /&gt;bleed these words full of frost&lt;br /&gt;till dead i am not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-1546673086478283903?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1546673086478283903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=1546673086478283903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/1546673086478283903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/1546673086478283903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/09/red.html' title='red'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-9145755714109630377</id><published>2009-08-31T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:30:44.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rant</title><content type='html'>gosh i am sick of invisible children&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds horrible but hear me out&lt;br /&gt;when did helping someone become trendy?&lt;br /&gt;people dont care about the message, maybe it moved them once but they dont "really" care. their friends care, so they do as well. displace me? give me a break, all its become is a event to get you a new facebook picture. maybe for that one day a year people think for a minute about what they are doing there. but then just like that they are sitting next to their box smiling for the photo. look what i did, i was homeless for one night. wow im proud. you really did something with your life, jesus would be so happy you got a new pic.. i mean helped raise awareness for those kids! which leads to the next factiod. that problem has almost been solved... what invisible children did was a miracle and nothing short of amazing, but whats next!! sure there are kids still making that trek but there are 1000 of people dying a day in darfur and kenya and so many other countries! yet we are just now jumping on the invisible children bandwagon... come on, live outside your american bubble and think about the 90% of people that are way worse off then you. support something, live for something, dont get new facebook picture... make a freakin difference... im done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-9145755714109630377?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/9145755714109630377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=9145755714109630377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/9145755714109630377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/9145755714109630377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/08/rant.html' title='rant'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7299393634008761243</id><published>2009-07-20T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:39:57.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...peace...</title><content type='html'>i hate when someone says, "but its peaceful"&lt;br /&gt;peaceful doesn't work when the world doesn't know peace&lt;br /&gt;empty is the cup when nothing is in it but thoughts&lt;br /&gt;thoughts cant win wars, thoughts cant build hospitals, thoughts cant heal cancer&lt;br /&gt;neither can peace&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;lust&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;every word has a meaning&lt;br /&gt;some of them beautiful&lt;br /&gt;some of the dark&lt;br /&gt;just letters, in  combination, each one a different feeling&lt;br /&gt;each feeling a different breath&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;air&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;lives are lost&lt;br /&gt;love is killed&lt;br /&gt;peace can die&lt;br /&gt;air can rust&lt;br /&gt;but the empty expansion of life pushes forward&lt;br /&gt;groaning with ever pain&lt;br /&gt;spurting with every wince&lt;br /&gt;the fire of change cannot be quenched&lt;br /&gt;the fragility of life cannot be mended. &lt;br /&gt;never have words been more clear&lt;br /&gt;never has life been more fake&lt;br /&gt;beauty is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;beholding lust in the moment of rapture&lt;br /&gt;words painting pictures life cannot show&lt;br /&gt;but life shows pain words cannot paint&lt;br /&gt;beauty&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;hope&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;...dust...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7299393634008761243?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-1336058750204085556</id><published>2009-06-08T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:16:05.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this poem describes me absolutely perfect...</title><content type='html'>wish it was my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here me quickly lord&lt;br /&gt;for my mind soon wanders to other things&lt;br /&gt;i am more familiar with&lt;br /&gt;and more worried about&lt;br /&gt;then i am with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words will not do lord&lt;br /&gt;listen to my tears&lt;br /&gt;for i have lost much&lt;br /&gt;and fear more&lt;br /&gt;listen to my sweat&lt;br /&gt;for i wake at night&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed by darkness and strange dreams&lt;br /&gt;listen to my sighs &lt;br /&gt;for my longing surges like the sea&lt;br /&gt;urgent, mysterious and beckoning&lt;br /&gt;listen to my growing gut&lt;br /&gt;for i hunger for bread and intimacy&lt;br /&gt;listen to my curses &lt;br /&gt;for i am angry at the way the world&lt;br /&gt;comes down on me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and sometime i on it&lt;br /&gt;listen to my cracking knuckles&lt;br /&gt;for i hold tightly to myself&lt;br /&gt;and anxiously squeeze myself&lt;br /&gt;into others expectations&lt;br /&gt;and them into mine&lt;br /&gt;and then shake my fist at you&lt;br /&gt;for disappointing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my footfalls&lt;br /&gt;for i stumble to bring good tidings to someone&lt;br /&gt;listen to my groans &lt;br /&gt;for i ache for healing&lt;br /&gt;listen to my worried weariness &lt;br /&gt;for my work matters much to me&lt;br /&gt;and needs help&lt;br /&gt;listen to my tension &lt;br /&gt;for i ache toward accepting who i am&lt;br /&gt;and who i cannot be&lt;br /&gt;listen to my hunched back&lt;br /&gt;for sometimes i cant bear&lt;br /&gt;the needs and demands of the world anymore&lt;br /&gt;and want to put it down&lt;br /&gt;and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my laughter &lt;br /&gt;for they are friends&lt;br /&gt;and mercy&lt;br /&gt;and something urges me to thank&lt;br /&gt;listen to my humming&lt;br /&gt;for sometimes i catch all unaware&lt;br /&gt;the rhythms of creation&lt;br /&gt;and the music without words&lt;br /&gt;rises in me to meet it&lt;br /&gt;and there is joy in the romping of children &lt;br /&gt;and dancing of angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my blinking eyes&lt;br /&gt;for at certain moments&lt;br /&gt;when the sunlight strikes just right&lt;br /&gt;or the stars pierce the darkness just enough&lt;br /&gt;or the clouds roll around just so&lt;br /&gt;or the snow kisses the world into quietness&lt;br /&gt;everything is suddenly transparent &lt;br /&gt;and something in me is pure enough&lt;br /&gt;for an instant&lt;br /&gt;to see your kingdom in a glance&lt;br /&gt;and so praise you in a gasp&lt;br /&gt;quick&lt;br /&gt;then gone&lt;br /&gt;but it is enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to me quickly, Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-1336058750204085556?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1336058750204085556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=1336058750204085556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/1336058750204085556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/1336058750204085556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-poem-describes-me-absolutely.html' title='this poem describes me absolutely perfect...'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-1118864457294731925</id><published>2009-03-24T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:52:46.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last post im guessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30444971&amp;id=159900479"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30444971&amp;id=159900479" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we are just waiting in the internet cafe for our last train trip back to Dublin to go home :( im so sad, i dont want to leave, we have seen pretty much all of Ireland. we looked at a 2009 12 month calender and had seen 4 of the 12 sights and most the others were like random cottages. Ireland is raining today, it is the first time it has rained since we got here, we have been blessed with the best weather ever. brian said it is Ireland crying because we have to go. yesterday we took and amazing tour. we went to the burren which is a mountain of of rocks it was really freaking cool, saw a full rainbow over the river, went to these tombs that were over 6000 years old. after that we went to the high crosses which is a combination of crosses in different shapes from like the 12th century. we also saw like 3 castles and had lunch in this small town called doolin. from there we went to the cliffs of mohr. they were absolutely stunning. like the pictures cant even begin to do justice to how amazing they are. there is a memorial up there for all of the people that have fell off and died. it is crazy because the wind is soo bad up there and people are so dumb. there also was a castle up there that had a look out point but it was closed. in the summer pegiuns come hang out there. after that we took a long ride back across the coast and came home at 6 ish. we have been staying in a room with these German girls who have somehow managed to be at ever hostel that we have went to from dublin even without knowing. so we went out with them and this Canadian for our last night in galway and watched a 16 piece jazz band and an Irish cover band. that is one of the things i will miss the most is the fact that ever night of the week you can go to at least 4 or 5 pubs in each town just to here music. it will be so missed when i get home. anyways we are about to board the train and cant wait to see all of you when you get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs020.snc1/2642_508528923400_159900479_30447578_1514331_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 152px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-post-im-guessing.html' title='last post im guessing'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-542948708654171028</id><published>2009-03-22T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T04:34:31.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day whatever number it is</title><content type='html'>yep your favorite blogger is back, yesterday we all got up at 9 after going to bed at 2 for me and jerrod and 430 for brian, to catch our bus to Galloway for the last leg of our tour. this girl roommate we had named polly who i expressed my love of Irish singer songwriter music made me a mix cd of like 15 albums so i am beyond stoked to check that out when i get home. this ausie dude we met also gifted us all with clip on kola's since we gave them pizza haha. so i have a kola to clip to my work pen. so we awoke and got on the longest bus ride ever, it was like 5 hours but the ac broke so it was sooooo hot. haha when we arrived in Galloway we went to our bed and breakfast and the owner decided to give us a ride to the city so we could walk around, we watched the rugby match, not gonna lie i am into the sport now, it was huge here because it was the first time in 61 years that ireland won so there was crazy celebrations in the streets and everyone was running around with flags on and honking horns so that was cool to be involved in. we had had a class taught by the taxi driver on the rules of the sport so we knew what we were watching. we then went to a pub called the kings head for a pint then went back to our bed and breakfest. we awoke to a fully prepared Irish breakfast made by the lady running our place. it was sausage and eggs and tomatoes and toast and more. sooo good. plus for the first time in like a week we actually got coffee. our days have started out right. we are about to go out on the town of Galloway and look around then tomorrow we have a tour to the cliffs of mohr and the burran before returning to Dublin on Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh me and jerrod went gambling in cork and i lost 10 euro on roulette and he won 40 ahahha so it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is a highlight of the rugby match, it went down to the last second. you don't even understand how happy everyone is here about this... haha more soon, Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jgCCu4pj4I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/2jgCCu4pj4I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the golf course that we played at as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://mahongolfcourse.ie/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mahongolfcourse.ie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is an example of a song they sing alot at the bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9GPNsNxuZ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/S9GPNsNxuZ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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is'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7692852896307854179</id><published>2009-03-20T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:04:48.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening Post from Jerrod</title><content type='html'>Hello All! I just wanted to add to Brian's blog that I rocked at golf today!!! It was so amazing to be able to play golf in Ireland. So I bought a box of 15 golf balls at the beginning thinking that we would loose a lot of golf balls...but we ended up doing pretty darn good with Brain loosing about 3 golf balls. Josh and I both lost one golf ball. We took some pretty sweet pictures which I think is pretty epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot begin to express how much fun the three of us have had. We all have gotten along really well and we’ve had a good time at what ever it is that we are doing.  The Blarney Stones was awesome yesterday. By far it was the best castle that we have been to so far. We were able to explore and just have a grand time. We took some amazing pictures that are to come so we can share our good memories with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain stated that we all should plan on taking a trip to a new destination about every 2 years or so. I'm thinking that would work out great...so I'll see if that actually happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I are at the local internet cafe in Cork booking our next tour in Galway as well as our train trip back to Dublin the day before we fly out of the Dublin airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm a bit sad that we already have to leave in a few days. But we have had such a blast so far and I'm sure it’s to continue.  If you have the chance, I highly recommend that you make a trip to Ireland some day. Even though Ireland is pretty Americanized, it is definitely a different culture to experience. I've had way more fun then I expected.  Also, I'm so thankful that our hostels have been so good to us.  Especially for our first 5 nights, we originally booked our hostel for a 16 person room, but we ended up getting put into a 4 person room with our own restroom...WAY AWESOME!!! Our other two hostels have been awesome as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I am so amazed at the number of people that we have run into that have been completely nice to us.  For an example, when we where about to arrive at our train stop in Cork, Josh and I were trying to determine how we should find our hostel...bam, out of no where, this older lady asked us what we where looking for so we explained to her and she kindly gave us directions to our hostel and gave us a few tips on what we should visit while in town.  Irish people are very kind and warm hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself being a City Planner, I've noticed quite a few different things in Ireland compared to the US.  First, I love the history here in Ireland. The history helps Ireland give its identity. The history with the castles, natural leap frog development as well as the vast variety of texture of all the amazing architecture from each period of time is breath taking.  The streets are narrow with 4 to 5 story buildings lined up next to each other, coble stone streets and sidewalks, as well as elaborate facades.  Ireland is far more up to speed with being earth friendly with having environmental friendly components.  There advertisement for littering is classic, ''Litter is disgusting and so are the people that do it!'' which is posted on every trash can around the city. Also, in every restroom I've been in, the urinals are water free and they only have blow dryers to dry your hands, no paper towels. One thing though, each building has a fully decked out facade while the remaining 3 sides are unfinished with a cement stucco texture. The mass transit system is up to par with a functioning train and bus systems throughout the main city.  To be honest, I am very glad that we did not rent a car as it would have been mind boggling to drive the opposite direction. The 3 of us would have either crashed or killed each other out of frustration for not being able to locate our destinations.  Overall, Ireland is plump with on going green landscape as far as the eye can see. Ireland is a beautiful country and I am so grateful I have been able to explore and experience it all for with such great friends as Josh and Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is finishing up talking to his awesome girlfriend so I am going to rap this up. I look forward to seeing you all very soon and share our amazing memories that the 3 of us have created. Love you and take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7692852896307854179?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7692852896307854179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7692852896307854179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7692852896307854179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7692852896307854179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/evening-post-from-jerrod.html' title='Evening Post from Jerrod'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-2100585272502043101</id><published>2009-03-20T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:39:00.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland'/><title type='text'>Guest blog by Mr. Brian Grijalva</title><content type='html'>Hello fans... Brian here...writing to you from Cork.&lt;br /&gt;Heres a rundown of what we did Thursday and today. yesterday we went to Blarney to see the castle and kiss the Blarney Stone. So far out of the 3 castles weve toured and 2 others weve just seen. Blarney has been the most impressive. We stood in line for an hour, winding through the castle to kiss the stone. Josh apparently had some problems with his claustrophobia in the narrow spiral staircase on the way up to the stone. we spent about 10 minutes in that part of the line (Ill post a video when I get back of his horrible experience). The actual kissing part was cool part felt really touristy so it took away from the experience a little but it was still worth the hour wait in line.&lt;br /&gt;We walked the castle garden for about 2 hours afterward. It was a really cool area full history. there was a  "witches kitchen", "wishing steps", and some altar made out of a big rock where Jerrod pretended to sacrifice me haha. We got some lunch in Blarney ( I had my first shepherd's pie) then made the 20 minute bus ride back to Cork. &lt;br /&gt;Later that night in our hostel we met cool ausie named Sean, a US airforce guy named a Chris, and 2 girls from UC Santa Barbara and we all went out for the night. We went to a cool pub where you can poor your own pint of Guinnes right there on your own table. We hopped around a bit after and Josh and Jerrod went back to the Hostel (which is also a bar... its very convenient haha)with the Ausie. I stayed with the rest of the group and went to a club for the rest of the night. We topped the night off at McDonald's and some double cheeseburgers before getting back to the \Hostel around 2:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Josh, jerrod and I went golfing in Cork. we only played the front 9 but it was a good time. (Very good video of our experience to come later:) Jerrod dominated, Josh and I were horrible. Josh owes me a beer tonight because he didnt think I could get my ball out of a sand trap in one swing (little did he know the pitching wedge is my best club haha). Josh took about 6 swings to get his ball out of a sand trap a few holes before so maybe she thought is was hard or something haha. &lt;br /&gt;On the way back we stopped for  the best BLTs Ive ever had and thats our day so far. we're about to go for some drinks again tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Cork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-2100585272502043101?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2100585272502043101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=2100585272502043101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2100585272502043101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2100585272502043101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/guest-blog-by-mr-brian-grijalva.html' title='Guest blog by Mr. Brian Grijalva'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-5602807774318214922</id><published>2009-03-18T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T04:17:40.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>st patricks day</title><content type='html'>so first off, st patricks day is not as big here as it is in the USA. they celebrate it, but it mostly just watching a parade then drinking all day for the irsih people. however there are 10000s of people from other countries here and everyone is goign all out, there is stores that sell every kind of ireland memorbilia you could imagine so by the time the parade starts you cannot even move on the streets and everywhere you look is big green hats and people pretending to be irish, we got a good spot for parade on top of this rail thing, the parade was the weirdest thing i have ever seen, it had everything ut none of it made sense, there was a metal chicken that snapped at the audience, a big gold pig, homer simpson, people carryign dead cows and washing macines, bag pipe players, a reanacment of king kong with people pretending to be planes flying around him, a inflatable catapiler on wheels and pigs flying rocket ships. this went on for like 2 hours atleast it was interesting because you never had any idea what was going to be coming next. after that was done we headed to the guiness factory cause they had live music and stuff. we went in and got all of our tasters, they were serving smoked salmon with cream cheese on guiness bread as well. we listent to some folk bands had a guiness or three, got to pour our own pints and lost brian for over an hour in the midst of all the people. after that we went back to the hostel and hung out and met like 15 people who invited us to go out to the pubs with them, we went and it was packed, everywhere you looked was tourists in big green hats, me and jerrod had them as well, brian painted  his hair green. because of this it wasnt as enjoyable as the nigths we had had before. so me and jerrod came back and hung out with people in the hostel till like 145 and brian stayed out with the other friends till like 330. we are now awake and checked out and in the cafe until our train leaves to cork which we are staying at for the next three days. see the blarney stone and whatever else that has to offers. we still have no plans for our last day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-5602807774318214922?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5602807774318214922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=5602807774318214922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5602807774318214922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5602807774318214922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='st patricks day'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-8262697897724195381</id><published>2009-03-18T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T04:07:42.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 6</title><content type='html'>yesterday, wait yesterday was st pats, um two days ago ( we hardly have any idea what day it is now) we wanted to go to a musical pub crawl lead by musicians so we walked down to the tourist center only to find out that it only runs on thurs fri and sat so we missed that, the guy there suggest we get an all day dart pass, which is the trian that runs up and down the coast of dublin county so we were like why not and got a pass. we went on the line all the way north to malahide and saw the castle that they have there what is over 800 years old. it was cool but could have been better. then we got back on the train and rode it all the way south we could. it went along the coast and was amazing. we got off on the last stop and ended in  this little beach town that was having a festival. we got fish and chips from a local restaurant and then ate it on the beach looking over the hills. jerrod said he would give me and brian 100 euros if we ran into the freezing water with all of our clothes and shoes and jackets on, but as tempting as it sounded, an hr train ride back and half hour walk soaking wet ended up not being worth it. from there we headed north again and went to this town with a light house about 45 minutes away, but when we got there we decided we didnt really want to do anythign so we got coffee and went home, our hostel has 10 people in it but is much better then the first one, lots of nice people we are meeting, we then went to like 14 pubs to hear different types of music, one pub called brian up on stage to sing an irish  song to molly malone which he was absolutly horrible at evne though they told him the words 500 times he couldnt seem to retain them. we went to one of our favorite local bars, brian met some irsihs chick but then decided she was weeird so we left had mcdonalads then went to bed at 3 in the morn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-8262697897724195381?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8262697897724195381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=8262697897724195381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/8262697897724195381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/8262697897724195381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-6.html' title='day 6'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7317612190829510433</id><published>2009-03-16T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:32:12.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 4 and 5</title><content type='html'>we went on a tour up to the rope bridge in northern ireland and to giants causeway, then we went to lodonderry and got to see the political murals and some protests then we also got to go to bellfest and see the city hall where the titanic was built and the most bombed hotel. bellfast was a really cool city and giants causeway was really cool as well, google image search it if you dont know what it is, we saw lots of sheep and lots of irish country side. i cant write much more because i am being kicked off the computer, yesterday we went to like 15 pubs for all sorts of live music, hung out in the temple bar area, ate irish meal of guiness and beef soup whioch was really freakin good, and went to comedy show that was hilaroius. we have been playing a lot of the game we created called irish 31 on the buses and trains. its a card game. more later on what we did today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7317612190829510433?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7317612190829510433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7317612190829510433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7317612190829510433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7317612190829510433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-4-and-5.html' title='day 4 and 5'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7789564924908965286</id><published>2009-03-13T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:15:38.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3</title><content type='html'>today we wdidnt get up until like 1230 becuase our hostel is undergound and does not have a window haha, because of that we were only able to do a few things before they closed. we took a tour of dublin castle and then went to st patricks cathedrial. it was super sweet, we are at a cafe right now trying to find a trip to book for tomorrow. :) then pubs tonight maybe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7789564924908965286?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7789564924908965286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7789564924908965286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7789564924908965286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7789564924908965286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-3.html' title='day 3'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-6038333537896367488</id><published>2009-03-12T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:08:40.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day two</title><content type='html'>today we woke up adfter sleeping for like 12 hrs and got breakfest of toast and cerel, we only have us three in the room right now but added a forth tonight. we then got a bus pass and went to this old prison from 1700s it was where all the irish famine people were put and had a bunch of movies made about it, it was really cool and a lot of fun to see, from there we went to the national museam of art and we drew art that is now hanging on the walls, me and brian and jerrod are famous... ahaha from there we wnet to this huge monolith thing and to these gardens, then to the zoo. at the zoo we saw tigers and snow owls and lots of monkey. then we got kababs at some random place and went on  a literary pub crawl. this was two actors taking us to 4 pubs and doing preformances of the different writen pieces done by authors in ireland it was quite a good time and I more then a few pints of guiness hahaha. we are finally home now, left hostal at 10 and are back at 3 in the morn.. good day, we are going to the downtown area with trinity college tomorrow. more soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-6038333537896367488?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6038333537896367488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=6038333537896367488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/6038333537896367488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/6038333537896367488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-two.html' title='day two'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-4068192911780830447</id><published>2009-03-11T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:42:32.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ireland day 1</title><content type='html'>rorshac journal 3-11-09 (watchmen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived in ireland after almost 17 hrs in transit. 6 hr lay over in atlanta and 2 hours sitting on the runway. we arrived met brian, and bought a dublin pass. it gives us free attractions up to 27 differnent ones. so we walked and walked and walked all over dublin. it is a cool city, people are moving very fast, drive on the wrong side of the road and have awesome accents. we got lost for over an hour, and then finally found the jameson whiskey distillery, they volunteered me to taste the difference between it and scotch and american whisky and it was cool. i got a diploma saying i was officially sanctioned as a whiskey tester. from there we went to the muesem looked at military stuff then went off to the guiness factory. it was amazing, so much to do and look at but the 1 hour tour was capped off by a guiness on the top of this tower that overlooks the whole city. it was amazing. now it is 745  here and we are all mready for bed haha. tomororw we are going to a zoo muesem and a prison. then on saturday  probably a castle they filmed brave heart at. thats it for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-4068192911780830447?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4068192911780830447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=4068192911780830447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/4068192911780830447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/4068192911780830447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/ireland-day-1.html' title='ireland day 1'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-911235078694062127</id><published>2008-11-23T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:13:11.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed is he who is not offended by me</title><content type='html'>every once in a while a sermon really connects with me, this week was that sermon, pastor matt talked on the story of john the baptist and his imprisonment and eventual decapitation due to his condemning of herrods affairs. he stated that john sent men to ask jesus if he was the one that they had spoken of. jesus waited hours to respond to the men and just let them observe what he was doing. He healed the blind, cured the lepars made the lame walk and raised the dead. they went back to john to report what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being John, living in the desert being shuned by people as weird, spending your entire life devoted to the progression and pavement of the day that this man is coming to save the world. then imagine hearing the stories of all the miracles he is doing while sitting in the cell waiting to die. there is no doubt jesus could have waived a hand and freed john from his cell. there is know doubt that jesus could wave that same hand and save some persons child who dies in a car crash with a drunk driver. he could do it without a blink of the eye... but he doesnt always do it... blessed is those who are not offended by me. blessed are those who survive these nightmares and still call on my name, blessed are those who lose their child and not their faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the main problems in life are when nightmares come and our faith is tested, we dont stagger we give up. my one prayer is that if i am faced with one of those nightmares i will be able to stand strong and be counted in the blessed people who were not offended by the path God has set before them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-911235078694062127?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/911235078694062127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=911235078694062127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/911235078694062127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/911235078694062127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessed-is-he-who-is-not-offended-by-me.html' title='blessed is he who is not offended by me'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-3256697394935827593</id><published>2008-10-18T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:06:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovers</title><content type='html'>What happens to the lovers you've lost and you've had&lt;br /&gt;When time doesn't allow there body to last&lt;br /&gt;Stories paint pictures of what you can never say&lt;br /&gt;Life writes chapters on the blankest of page&lt;br /&gt;Every movement a memory every kiss a fading breath&lt;br /&gt;Giving life or taking back what can never be kept&lt;br /&gt;Forever searching and never finding&lt;br /&gt;The breath that can fill up your lungs&lt;br /&gt;That can make you breath clear in the fog of what comes&lt;br /&gt;The air of my lovers become smoke to the taste&lt;br /&gt;Always filling my lungs with a sweet breath and craze&lt;br /&gt;But corroding the inside when as smoke it escapes to the love of another in the darkness of fate&lt;br /&gt;Every body like a sentence every women like a word&lt;br /&gt;But the clearer I speak the less I am heard&lt;br /&gt;Give breath never-ending In a lover as true&lt;br /&gt;Ever moment every whisper brings me closer to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-3256697394935827593?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3256697394935827593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=3256697394935827593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/3256697394935827593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/3256697394935827593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovers.html' title='lovers'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-6475046262994766475</id><published>2008-10-05T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:38:21.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the emptyness of love</title><content type='html'>the lose of love burns a hole in the system&lt;br /&gt;clear and present but empty and gone&lt;br /&gt;the moves of a lover in the darkness of lonelyness&lt;br /&gt;prevent the truth from another in the sparkle of the what comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i to challenge the changes, made by two broken people in the absence of god&lt;br /&gt;who am i to tell them its love, when the beauty of intamacy has been gone for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can wish for a change, i can pray for a conscious.&lt;br /&gt;but my hands cannot mend what i cannot even grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its as cold as ice in this house with no fire. but scars cant mend when one becomes two.&lt;br /&gt;through the lies of the selfish, though anger of the broken, i can see what was lost, and take a picture for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot live that life, i cannot change that system, with the abensce of god, they will never be free.&lt;br /&gt;in the furture, far ahead, or closer then we know, they will see what is lost and will cry for the past.&lt;br /&gt;but if you cant fix your life in the presence of fire. the drops of water will be empty when you pray for the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a bed all alone, surronded by a lover whos not the longer. &lt;br /&gt;in a house newly bought, that doenst feel like home&lt;br /&gt;with a kiss holding no sweetness, and a love never less real&lt;br /&gt;what meaning is life, what can even make it true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-6475046262994766475?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6475046262994766475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=6475046262994766475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/6475046262994766475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/6475046262994766475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/emptyness-of-love.html' title='the emptyness of love'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-5071803212406143305</id><published>2008-09-28T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:54:29.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect?</title><content type='html'>is it possible to have something perfect?&lt;br /&gt;everything i see points to no&lt;br /&gt;but do i stop trying&lt;br /&gt;do i stop looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i even know what perfect was if i found it?&lt;br /&gt;my veiw of it may have changed from what it was intended to be&lt;br /&gt;i might see it and glance over&lt;br /&gt;i might have seen it and glanced over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect is a beautiful word&lt;br /&gt;but, a word, is all that it is&lt;br /&gt;7 letters that keep pushing you&lt;br /&gt;and idea that keeps whispering to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but gone as fast as its spoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-5071803212406143305?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5071803212406143305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=5071803212406143305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5071803212406143305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5071803212406143305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfect.html' title='perfect?'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7248150763507922982</id><published>2008-08-27T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:10:51.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home..</title><content type='html'>memories bleed from the walls&lt;br /&gt;of a time all but lost&lt;br /&gt;full of cheer and of love&lt;br /&gt;or atleast what i thought it was&lt;br /&gt;taken 2 years of my road&lt;br /&gt;down the path we call life&lt;br /&gt;just a memory just a note&lt;br /&gt;runs as thin as a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave the parties, come whats next&lt;br /&gt;leave the nights spent on the floor&lt;br /&gt;searching for something and finding nothing&lt;br /&gt;but a morning emptier then before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave the women, alwyays different&lt;br /&gt;for an ending always the same&lt;br /&gt;search for something thats not empty&lt;br /&gt;proving life is not a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave the studies in adventure&lt;br /&gt;for a time where nothings new&lt;br /&gt;no new teacher to inquire&lt;br /&gt;stupid question that make me cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep religion  when alone&lt;br /&gt;keep the god you know you love&lt;br /&gt;when its dark and when your far&lt;br /&gt;your light is never fully covered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave the friends, or they leave you&lt;br /&gt;when you dont share that single bond&lt;br /&gt;such as ending together &lt;br /&gt;in a city far from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank the ones at your side&lt;br /&gt;who who know you and choose to stay&lt;br /&gt;never alone even when gone&lt;br /&gt;mermories can never fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave the room that saw the good&lt;br /&gt;saw the bad and saw the night&lt;br /&gt;for a window in a house filled with spirt&lt;br /&gt;but not of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave the home, or atleast the word&lt;br /&gt;for whatevr it will become next. &lt;br /&gt;never returning, never understanding&lt;br /&gt;how life can lead you back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7248150763507922982?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7248150763507922982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7248150763507922982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7248150763507922982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7248150763507922982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/08/home.html' title='home..'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-1292257658900869772</id><published>2008-08-01T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:27:46.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You want to make God laugh? Tell him your plans.</title><content type='html'>great line from a great movie bella.. i just really conected with that these last couple of days. im at a point in my life where everything is changing, people coming and going, work changing, leaving my apartment i have been in for 2 years, and school about o start but im not in it.. all of this is so crazy, its like every time something settles in then it changes. i am happy with that, because i know i will be doing the things that i am supposed to but at the same time it scares me becuase i like to be in control and i really hate commmitment, so much. that is why my life is always changing, i hate commiting, i hated signing the lease on my aparement just because i didnt want to feel tied down.. all i am trying to say is that i have no idea what my plans are, and this movie made me realize it. but i guess it i better for God to have plans for me then me for myself.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-1292257658900869772?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1292257658900869772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=1292257658900869772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/1292257658900869772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/1292257658900869772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-want-to-make-god-laugh-tell-him.html' title='You want to make God laugh? Tell him your plans.'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-289758396100947423</id><published>2008-06-24T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:29:12.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tragic</title><content type='html'>tragic is the ink that spills&lt;br /&gt;my pen will run till its dry&lt;br /&gt;never have there been truer words&lt;br /&gt;then the love that was had with you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lonely in this room but not alone&lt;br /&gt;im empty in this time but not apart&lt;br /&gt;im tragic in the story but not done in&lt;br /&gt;im perfect in this moment but not in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood runs through me as in you&lt;br /&gt;i speak but words cant find a way to escape&lt;br /&gt;this war is all thats left to fill my mind&lt;br /&gt;this time is what it is and its not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lonely in this room but not alone&lt;br /&gt;im empty in this time but not apart&lt;br /&gt;im tragic in the story but not done in&lt;br /&gt;im perfect in this moment but not in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark is my friend when im alone&lt;br /&gt;it shows me things the light cannot see&lt;br /&gt;the faces and the things i should not do&lt;br /&gt;blurring the lines that make me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lonely in this room but not alone&lt;br /&gt;im empty in this time but not apart&lt;br /&gt;im tragic in the story but not done in&lt;br /&gt;im perfect in this moment but not in life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-289758396100947423?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/289758396100947423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=289758396100947423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/289758396100947423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/289758396100947423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/06/tragic.html' title='tragic'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-3249490748126887125</id><published>2008-05-11T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:35:08.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one week</title><content type='html'>wow. what a difference one week can make. it feels like i have been out of college for a month. last week at this time i was at a party with tons of my closest friends celebrating our achievement then going to santanas... now i m working full time, and couldnt even tell you where those friends are.. crazy. you wont understand until you go through it. but it just seems so different now. i mean i was geting out of control so it is probably good that things started to change, but at the same time.. i wasnt ready for it. i could keep going but im gonna go sleep this off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyI03jS05xA&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/VyI03jS05xA&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/4138832016852612593-3249490748126887125?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3249490748126887125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=3249490748126887125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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something stupid really stupid, what should the recourse be? justice says that the guilty have to pay for their wrongs, but christianity says they dont because Jesus already did. i experienced grace for the first time in a long time. i should not have received this grace but i did. the hardest part for me is why. why did i need get punished when i messed up.. what made me different. what gave me that chance. i mean i guess we should never ask why, we should just keep pushing on and give credit to the god that loves you and that let you get by. but i feel like i should owe something, i feel like this shouldn't be free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares to the love of christ jesus. nothing in this world, nothing in the world to come. he allows you the room to fall, waits for you and hopes you do not, but when you do he is there to pick you up. never judging, but always wanting more for you then what you want for yourself. greater love has nothing else then to be able to love someone even when they betray you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i am saying is i an thankful for the second chance i received. though i do not deserve it. and i will do everything to keep myself away from that path for as long as there is air in my lungs.... maybe thats why i received grace.. because he knew it would mean that much more to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-6517429911648309594?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6517429911648309594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=6517429911648309594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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peace;</title><content type='html'>Was there a time that we knew peace;&lt;br /&gt;when all the children had a place to sleep;&lt;br /&gt;when rhetoric was not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there a time we weren't at war;&lt;br /&gt;when we knew what our hearts and hands were for?&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe there ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been a lie,&lt;br /&gt;a soothing lullaby;&lt;br /&gt;we'll soon be swallowed by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there a time we looked around,&lt;br /&gt;and do we really even want to know what's going down?&lt;br /&gt;Well I think no one really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd rather close our eyes;&lt;br /&gt;sing soothing lullabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been a lie,&lt;br /&gt;a soothing lullaby;&lt;br /&gt;we'll soon be swallowed by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water's rising now;&lt;br /&gt;and we will surely drown,&lt;br /&gt;if we don't turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/8077801278537645923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/8077801278537645923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-there-time-that-we-knew-peace.html' title='Was there a time that we knew peace;'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-1545097806496362084</id><published>2008-04-15T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:02:11.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh this song is good too..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" 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height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/th0WbdpiuSY&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/th0WbdpiuSY&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/4138832016852612593-3045671339532929368?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3045671339532929368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=3045671339532929368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-5943347603599304012?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5943347603599304012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=5943347603599304012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5943347603599304012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5943347603599304012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-true.html' title='so true'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7524914363820062704</id><published>2008-04-05T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:34:13.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knuckle the f*#% up and start swinging</title><content type='html'>quote from Stop Loss rap song. I really just thought it was powerful because it is so true. We all love to just talk about know bad our live is, how much people look down on us, how horrible our cards we were dealt are. But the fact of the matter is it will never get better on its own, you have to start fighting for yourself and for what you want. I mean same with religion to.. you can keep letting sin beat you over and over again or you can Knuckle the f*#% up and start swinging. this doesnt mean you will always win or not ever get knocked down... but atleast you will put up a fight and not just lay down and die. think about it.. i need to also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7524914363820062704?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7524914363820062704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7524914363820062704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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not seen one in months that benifit both parties. all i hear is this and that. infidelity lust hatred. whatever you call it. they never seem to last anymore. its ridiculous. i think i gonna give up on them. whats the point. until you meet the perfect person we are all just mindlessly wandering down the road, i guess you get a companion while you wander but is it worth it... all it becomes is another lesson in a life thats already full of what not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDgixhllvUI&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/sDgixhllvUI&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' 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title='relationships.'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7756065461667738360</id><published>2008-03-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:18:51.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California ( in progress)</title><content type='html'>i dream of the nights when i layed in the sand&lt;br /&gt;your hand entered with mine&lt;br /&gt;just a breeze and the stars and the crash of the wave&lt;br /&gt;huddled for warmth nowhere elsee in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a plane not long after bound for something i dont know&lt;br /&gt;keeping that moment like postcard of my life&lt;br /&gt;remembering it now as im watching the snow from the sky&lt;br /&gt;every  flake a reminder of home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the coast of california&lt;br /&gt;where beginings have no end&lt;br /&gt;on the coast of california&lt;br /&gt;where life can start again&lt;br /&gt;but on the coast of california&lt;br /&gt;where i love you was never a lie&lt;br /&gt;only on the coast of california&lt;br /&gt;when im far away i might as well die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7756065461667738360?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7756065461667738360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7756065461667738360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7756065461667738360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7756065461667738360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/03/california-in-progress.html' title='California ( in progress)'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-57159080374844042</id><published>2008-03-16T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:46:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dixie Chicks</title><content type='html'>I dont care if you like them or not. this song is amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLBgmbXBOb8&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/nLBgmbXBOb8&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/4138832016852612593-57159080374844042?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/57159080374844042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=57159080374844042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/57159080374844042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/57159080374844042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/03/dixie-chicks.html' title='Dixie Chicks'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-4664759619545071914</id><published>2008-03-16T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:56:14.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>life is never expected&lt;br /&gt;even when i look back &lt;br /&gt;one week ago i could&lt;br /&gt;never think where id have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see things that are broken &lt;br /&gt;that cannot be fixed&lt;br /&gt;with each cut a little deeper&lt;br /&gt;till nothing remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never understand &lt;br /&gt;why things happen&lt;br /&gt;but i will never stop praising&lt;br /&gt;and i will never question&lt;br /&gt;you way is the only, your truth is my shield&lt;br /&gt;i know with you its better&lt;br /&gt;even when im in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away from what hurts&lt;br /&gt;if for only a second&lt;br /&gt;i will keep it forever&lt;br /&gt;if it helps me see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learned in life we suffer&lt;br /&gt;things dont always turn out.&lt;br /&gt;but eeach drop from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;helps me clearer see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never understand &lt;br /&gt;why things happen&lt;br /&gt;but i will never stop praising&lt;br /&gt;and i will never question&lt;br /&gt;you way is the only, your truth is my shield&lt;br /&gt;i know my life is better&lt;br /&gt;even when im in hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-4664759619545071914?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4664759619545071914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=4664759619545071914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/4664759619545071914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/4664759619545071914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/03/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-3550213820314167250</id><published>2008-03-16T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:47:26.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are just one cancer pateint trying to help another</title><content type='html'>today in church matt said that. i thought it was so amazing. just the fact that that is all we are. we are both going to die, we are both have a disease that will run its course and will kill us. but we the christian have to help the non christian prepare for that death. we dont have to be scared. we know where we are going. but the non christian is scared, their cancer will lead to eternal torment. i have never felt that more real. i am a fallen person i am eventually going to let this cancer of my soul kill me. but atleast i can help other people prepare before i do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also really liked the metaphor of how we need to be broken. matt took a light then covered it with a planter. he said this is us. we cover our light with all of our crap and stuff we deal then he proceeded to break the planter and put a new one up there that had holes in it for the light to shine through. he said this is us, we have problems we are not perfect, but God peices us back  together with holes for the light to shine through and makes uses us for his perfect even when we are as efffed up as we are. i dont know... im just glad to know I can be used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-3550213820314167250?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3550213820314167250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=3550213820314167250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/3550213820314167250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/3550213820314167250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-are-just-one-cancer-pateint-trying.html' title='we are just one cancer pateint trying to help another'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-2806980940406280392</id><published>2008-03-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:39:19.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate being fake.</title><content type='html'>There is nothing i hate more in the world then having to pretend to care. i know this is not a good thing, i know as a christian i should genuinly care about people, but sometimes it is so hard. i just get so drianed when i am around people, be it customer service life or whatever, and i have to put on a face. i want to care for people, i dont want to be fake. but so often i am and it sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-2806980940406280392?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2806980940406280392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=2806980940406280392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2806980940406280392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2806980940406280392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-being-fake.html' title='i hate being fake.'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-5849529697879061690</id><published>2008-03-08T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:48:00.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>us of a lesser god - flogging molly (best song on new cd)</title><content type='html'>THERE'S A BREEZE THAT'S BLOWIN' IN FROM THE LAND&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF SALT AIR ALL WE BREATHE IN IS SAND&lt;br /&gt;CRIPPLED THE CLOUD THAT ONCE BROUGHT THE RAIN&lt;br /&gt;GOOD JOB NOW WE'LL NEVER SEE OUR COASTS AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THOSE OF US, THOSE OF US&lt;br /&gt;US OF LESSER GODS&lt;br /&gt;WON'T EAT TILL WE'RE HUNGRY&lt;br /&gt;WON'T DRINK TILL WE'RE PARCHED&lt;br /&gt;BUT THOSE OF US, THOSE OF US&lt;br /&gt;WHO FORGET WHERE WE'RE FROM&lt;br /&gt;CREATE NOW THIS HELL WHERE NO DEVIL COULD SPAWN&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME BACK, TAKE ME BACK&lt;br /&gt;TO THE WAY LIFE USED TO BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WHISPER'S NOW SAYIN'&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WORDS USED TO SPEAK&lt;br /&gt;STARVE MUST THE CHILD, HUNGRY SEX ON TV&lt;br /&gt;FOR NO ACT OF CONTRITION&lt;br /&gt;WILL PARDON THE SOUL&lt;br /&gt;THE DAMAGE NOW GLISTENS&lt;br /&gt;SEE HOW IT GLOWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THOSE OF US, THOSE OF US&lt;br /&gt;US OF LESSER GODS&lt;br /&gt;WON'T EAT TILL WE'RE HUNGRY&lt;br /&gt;WON'T DRINK TILL WE'RE PARCHED&lt;br /&gt;BUT THOSE OF US, THOSE OF US&lt;br /&gt;WHO FORGET WHERE WE'RE FROM&lt;br /&gt;CREATE NOW THIS HELL WHERE NO DEVIL COULD SPAWN&lt;br /&gt;[Us Of A Lesser God lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME BACK, TAKE ME BACK&lt;br /&gt;TO THE WAY LIFE USED TO BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY IS BETTER THAT IT IS TODAY&lt;br /&gt;AND TODAY WILL BE BETTER THAN TOMORROW THEY SAY&lt;br /&gt;WE DON'T WANT WHAT YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE KNOW WHAT WE WANT&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S LIVE AND LET LIVE&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE ALL DIFFERENT THAT COUNTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THOSE OF US, THOSE OF US&lt;br /&gt;US OF LESSER GODS&lt;br /&gt;WON'T EAT TILL WE'RE HUNGRY&lt;br /&gt;WON'T DRINK TILL WE'RE PARCHED&lt;br /&gt;BUT THOSE OF US, THOSE OF US&lt;br /&gt;WHO FORGET WHERE WE'RE FROM&lt;br /&gt;CREATE NOW THIS HELL WHERE NO DEVIL COULD SPAWN&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME BACK, TAKE ME BACK&lt;br /&gt;TO THE WAY LIFE USED TO BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK IS THE SHALLOW MAN&lt;br /&gt;PROUD WITHOUT PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;WORN OUT COMES THE WELCOME&lt;br /&gt;FROM A TRUTH THAT NEVER LIES&lt;br /&gt;WEEP NOW FOR THE TEAR&lt;br /&gt;COLD ON THE FACE&lt;br /&gt;SO COME DOWN FROM YOUR HEAVEN LORD&lt;br /&gt;LET ME SHOW YOU HELL ON EARTH&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME BACK&lt;br /&gt;TO THE WAY LIFE'S NEVER BEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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cd)'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7438128250116338681</id><published>2008-03-05T00:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:24:39.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love wes anderson. his movies rule</title><content type='html'>Ex-girlfriend: Whatever happens in the end, I don't wanna lose you as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: I promise, I will never be your friend. No matter what. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7438128250116338681?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7438128250116338681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7438128250116338681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7438128250116338681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7438128250116338681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-wes-anderson-his-movies-rule.html' title='i love wes anderson. his movies rule'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-3101168704824253078</id><published>2008-02-28T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:20:09.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb song i wrote tonight. meant to be funny</title><content type='html'>it started like it does with a call or text&lt;br /&gt;just a little while later some song and some snacks&lt;br /&gt;im wanting the desert but your turning me down&lt;br /&gt;maybe the stars and lights wil flip this all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 dollars this night will end up like before&lt;br /&gt;20 more ill mess up and youll walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;10 dollars says i stare but wont chase you down&lt;br /&gt;i got no money on you leaving and turning around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a movie and a couch and ill work on the rest&lt;br /&gt;make you love me for a moment and hate me the next&lt;br /&gt;i got no skill just luck and a half decent face&lt;br /&gt;give me a peck on the cheek not a hug and a wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 dollars this night will end up like before&lt;br /&gt;20 more ill mess up and youll walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;10 dollars says i stare but wont chase you down&lt;br /&gt;i got no money on you leaving and turning around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the movie is over and alone i sit&lt;br /&gt;you made it 15 whole minutes a record i set&lt;br /&gt;when i went with the arm you went for the door&lt;br /&gt;but not looking back made me love you even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 dollars this night did end up like before&lt;br /&gt;20 more i messed up and you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;10 dollars says i stared but let you walk right out&lt;br /&gt;i got no money on being asleep in an hour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-3101168704824253078?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3101168704824253078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=3101168704824253078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/3101168704824253078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/3101168704824253078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/02/ove.html' title='dumb song i wrote tonight. meant to be funny'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-653921534056499462</id><published>2008-02-16T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:31:47.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there will be blood interpetation'/><title type='text'>there will be blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDX5WCtvDes&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDX5WCtvDes&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Plainview: I have a competition in me. I want no one else to succeed. I hate most people.&lt;br /&gt;Henry Brands: That part of me is gone... working and not succeeding- all my failures has left me... I just don't... care.&lt;br /&gt;Plainview: Well, if it's in me, it's in you. There are times when I look at people and I see nothing worth liking. I want to earn enough money that I can get away from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Henry Brands: What will you do about your boy?&lt;br /&gt;Plainview: I don't know. Maybe it will change. Does your sound come back to you? I don't know. Maybe no one knows that. A doctor might not know that.&lt;br /&gt;Henry Brands: Where is his mother?&lt;br /&gt;Plainview: I don't want to talk about those things. I see the worst in people. I don't need to look past seeing them to get all I need. I've built my hatreds up over the years, little by little, Henry... to have you here gives me a second breath. I can't keep doing this on my own with these... people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw there will be blood tonight.... it is a really hard movie to sit through. it is very depressing and down but it is amazing in its portrayl of depression. the main character has everything. he makes tons of money is good at drilling but is not happy at all. he has a son that is not his own, from a partner who died in the oil well. his son then gets in an accident and loses his hearing. because of this he slowly disownes him. he is able to completly disown his son because his "brother" enters his life. the son was really only there to help daniel get clients and when he was no longer a perfect little boy daniel leaves him on a trian ( picture him walking with his son yelling in the backround) and takes his brother back. daniel always is looking for someone to rely on, someone to be there for him someone to show him what is important in life and what will make him happy. throughout the entire movie daniel is butting heads with a preacher kid who tries to get him to join a religion. daniel refuses but finally comes to christ when he has to to aquire land. this is the second most powerful image in the movie. daniel is doing this for no reason other then to get land but he actually gets broken. this is the only point in the entire movie daniel feels bad for anything that he has done. while he feels bad he is still unable to admit to religion and the whole time the precher is screaming he is clean daniel is screaming where is your god.&lt;br /&gt; Daniel wants soooo badly to find a reason to live, a reason to be happy. life continues to sprial downhill. his son starts a company to compete with him everyone that daniel loves is gone then his son tells him he is leaving to. daniel is now in a mansion and has everything someone could want. but he is not happy.&lt;br /&gt; this leads to the most powerful part of the movie. the preacher comes back to visit daniel in his moment of all time low, to tell him that there is another well for daniel to drill and offers to sell it to him for money to use for his church. daniel accepts under one condition, he has to say he is a false profit and that god doesnt exsist. the kid says he will not but under pushing finally give in. daniel is searchign for some reason to live and for a moment before the kid gives in i feel daneil thinks he may have found it in religion because this kid is turing down money for his beleifs. but as soon as the kid rebukes god daniel turns on him. daniel is like a mad man because the last thing he felt could make him happy is debunked by someone over money. this causes him to go crazy and kill the kid. this is so powerful. daniel is searching so hard tring to find something but cannot and the last chance is someone who has followed relgion there whole life but sells it out for money. it is so hard to watch but a greater picture of desperation has never been crafted. this is like so many people in the world, they are wanting ot be religios wanting to find a reason to live and for all of this to make sense, but we the religios people cant even convince them that we are happy and that this makes us whole. we will sell out our god for money. it is sick but the movie so beautifully beats the point into you. nothing in the world will make you happy. you can search all you want but everything will let you down. you have to hold strong to your convictions even in the face of temptation or danger. as my dad stated from psalms, satan is always waiting to get you to debunk god when you are in your desperation. do not let him. see this movie. make sure you never turn out like daniel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-653921534056499462?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-8751148802346960425</id><published>2008-02-12T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:35:22.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheat</title><content type='html'>hours early but not for the job&lt;br /&gt;roses for someone lies for the one&lt;br /&gt;what to the people who have been there for you&lt;br /&gt;death to the promise, death to the life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running from something you never shoulda entered&lt;br /&gt;kissing her softly away in your head&lt;br /&gt;thinking of one who will never be faithful&lt;br /&gt;hurting the one who has never left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did it become a lie&lt;br /&gt;and when did you try to fight&lt;br /&gt;and when was she never enough&lt;br /&gt;and when did you forget what this was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a part of this&lt;br /&gt;why is it put on me&lt;br /&gt;mind tells me one way but you show me pain&lt;br /&gt;kiling myself for what you did to her&lt;br /&gt;running away for what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world was good if only for a little&lt;br /&gt;i beleived in people in only for a day&lt;br /&gt;i thought life was better if only for a minute&lt;br /&gt;i lost my faith and this time forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did it become a lie&lt;br /&gt;and when did you try to fight&lt;br /&gt;and when was she never enough&lt;br /&gt;and when did you forget what this was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-8751148802346960425?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8751148802346960425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=8751148802346960425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/8751148802346960425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/8751148802346960425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/02/cheat.html' title='cheat'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-5992672557415765099</id><published>2008-02-08T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:42:22.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>standing in this room&lt;br /&gt;surronded with everything &lt;br /&gt;but holding onto nothing&lt;br /&gt;soon the walls disapear and&lt;br /&gt;empty i stand in a feild dark as night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light apears from the north&lt;br /&gt;stunning and haunting&lt;br /&gt;overwelming to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the voice tells me to ponder&lt;br /&gt;to wonder to search&lt;br /&gt;tells me to think of what matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have i cant keep &lt;br /&gt;what i leave they cant hold&lt;br /&gt;what is pursuit but a rope&lt;br /&gt;the further you go the tighter it holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its says store up what matters&lt;br /&gt;break free from what doesnt&lt;br /&gt;make life more a mission &lt;br /&gt;then a race for the target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it will fade and it will dim&lt;br /&gt;the closer you get.&lt;br /&gt;until one day you wake up one day&lt;br /&gt;and age is all youve grasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be weary and be caustious&lt;br /&gt;love not what they do&lt;br /&gt;hold fast to my love&lt;br /&gt;fight lust and pull through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the room i am&lt;br /&gt;in the field i am not&lt;br /&gt;but the light left its mark&lt;br /&gt;and destroyed the meaningless for which i fought..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-5992672557415765099?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5992672557415765099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=5992672557415765099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5992672557415765099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5992672557415765099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/02/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-3886552846884097561</id><published>2008-01-30T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:14:37.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st real song</title><content type='html'>the bullets peirce the night&lt;br /&gt;radient with light and dust&lt;br /&gt;hands thrown in the air&lt;br /&gt;protesing a life suddenly not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the body drops&lt;br /&gt;and the people look nd morn&lt;br /&gt;faceless in the beauty&lt;br /&gt;hes just a marter of a dirty war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;are the words from my gun&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;stops a life lost for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the procession gathers&lt;br /&gt;in the black and greys&lt;br /&gt;words drop like snow&lt;br /&gt;on a body sober as day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears with the ones left behind&lt;br /&gt;hopes for the days ahead&lt;br /&gt;that his death will make a change&lt;br /&gt;and give one a reason to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;are the words that change a war&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;or the noise that closes a door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;whod of thought that there could be more&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;then the death in love and war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she never knew his face&lt;br /&gt;for so long he knew hers&lt;br /&gt;he never felt the grace&lt;br /&gt;that comes from loving one who loves you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;is she was with him he could have fought&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;or atleast choosen life over not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-3886552846884097561?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7637467985635610817</id><published>2008-01-25T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:34:28.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_25DqnHP5QQA/R5qcNK3WL-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/U-qrjDy3SmU/s1600-h/bm-image-768578.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_25DqnHP5QQA/R5qcNK3WL-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/U-qrjDy3SmU/s320/bm-image-768578.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159608073175052258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7637467985635610817?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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back&lt;br /&gt;has left me nothing but broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my first sin was the guilt that tied my rope&lt;br /&gt;is what she told me&lt;br /&gt;when i built it up and lost my track&lt;br /&gt;into the mindless&lt;br /&gt;i became nothign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot love you&lt;br /&gt;i never could&lt;br /&gt;i can lie here with you and&lt;br /&gt;you can hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot love you &lt;br /&gt;and i never will&lt;br /&gt;you can give me you&lt;br /&gt;but ill hold back me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my first sin was thinking that was all that mattered&lt;br /&gt;is what i told her&lt;br /&gt;when i lost my name and with it breath&lt;br /&gt;in dress white as blood and for it nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can love you&lt;br /&gt;i always could&lt;br /&gt;i can lie here with you&lt;br /&gt;you can have me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot make you love me&lt;br /&gt;and i never will&lt;br /&gt;pedals on a rose drop like my love&lt;br /&gt;with each one another moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my first sin was becoming one of them&lt;br /&gt;is whaat i told her&lt;br /&gt;i dont care where you been or what you loved&lt;br /&gt;just lie with me and rest your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adn their eyes closed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-6947124766053141654?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6947124766053141654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=6947124766053141654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/6947124766053141654'/><link rel='self' 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with anything i just want to go with the flow and see where i end up. there is nothing wrong with that but when you hit 22 the flow needs to start going a direction instead of just down the road. i really love my life and am so happy for the blessings that i have and the people that choose to be around me. but where am i going? i guess i have to trust that there is someone way smarter then me that is guiding me and as soon as i stop running away i will realize that i am where i was always supposed to be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMUFhfp46zc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMUFhfp46zc&amp;rel=1" 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' 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me'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7995436999902275763</id><published>2008-01-21T00:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:53:50.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i can find something cool in a stupid bulliten...</title><content type='html'>Maybe...you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7995436999902275763?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7767630312932035226</id><published>2008-01-17T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:47:33.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling</title><content type='html'>remeber that feeling of lose. when you are soo surronded but so alone? i feel that way sometimes. but it is not other people it is me. it is my inbility to give myself completly to anything. the mot important being religion. i have such a hard time with commitment. any type because i hate letting people down. and if i never comit i can never let anyone down. anyways i just was in the get things off my chest mode. i need to learn to commit if with nothing else... christianity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='feeling'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-4337100537134080450</id><published>2008-01-14T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:57:15.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my gospel</title><content type='html'>for which id suffer&lt;br&gt;for which id die&lt;br&gt;for which pain would not lose&lt;br&gt;for which death would not severe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the words of my god&lt;br&gt;the ideas of my king&lt;br&gt;the teachings of a man&lt;br&gt;make changes and switch dreams&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i love you likw a son&lt;br&gt;be with me now and always&lt;br&gt;shine you light from above&lt;br&gt;on this heart black as stone&lt;br&gt;to the worl i would die&lt;br&gt;to your word i would live&lt;br&gt;im ready to make the change&lt;br&gt;my life to you i give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-4337100537134080450?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4337100537134080450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=4337100537134080450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/4337100537134080450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/4337100537134080450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-my-gospel.html' title='this is my gospel'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-6098341759769541540</id><published>2008-01-13T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:52:25.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>what is love? i have no idea. i think i know love i think i have found it. but i dont know. when i see weddings. when i see people getting engaged, i think i should be able to find that. that i should be able to experiece it. but i havent, i dont know if it is becaus ei havent found the right girl. but i have known so many. how can i have not found the one. it seems like there would have been someone by now that made me love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its little things. i dont know what makes then not the one but it does. love is silly. people who are so much worse off then me .. they find "love" only to go and "lose" it 8 months later. love shouldnt be lost. if you are in love. nothing should break that. i guess i am scared to love someone so much that i put myself in the situation to trust them to love me back.. and to keep it... i will find it eventually... maybe i already have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what im listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WA3oE0D1hZ4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WA3oE0D1hZ4&amp;rel=1" 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/4138832016852612593-6098341759769541540?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6098341759769541540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=6098341759769541540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/6098341759769541540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/6098341759769541540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/01/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-8976792683384359078</id><published>2008-01-04T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:20:03.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>god.</title><content type='html'>when i pray am i heard?&lt;br /&gt;when im asleep am i alone&lt;br /&gt;what is want but a crutch&lt;br /&gt;that keeps you searching when your home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have fought through the years&lt;br /&gt;but not a knockdown have i won&lt;br /&gt;bruises creep and show their face&lt;br /&gt;to remind me ive been stung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the storms have came&lt;br /&gt;the rains have washed &lt;br /&gt;leaving only pain&lt;br /&gt;thats lasting and corrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once the sun shone&lt;br /&gt;once it was bright&lt;br /&gt;before the darkness &lt;br /&gt;left its dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could heal me&lt;br /&gt;you could come&lt;br /&gt;but is the distance &lt;br /&gt;is where you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am alone &lt;br /&gt;i am lost&lt;br /&gt;until i hear words &lt;br /&gt;clear like the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my son&lt;br /&gt;the one i love&lt;br /&gt;the one i die not &lt;br /&gt;to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come with me &lt;br /&gt;ill clear the way&lt;br /&gt;i will be your father &lt;br /&gt;through this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once you were alone&lt;br /&gt;once you were lost&lt;br /&gt;but never again shall you morn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill take you with me&lt;br /&gt;ill keep you clean&lt;br /&gt;nothing will touch you &lt;br /&gt;if you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you let me i will save you &lt;br /&gt;hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;and allow you to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with me forever&lt;br /&gt;with me right now&lt;br /&gt;where death can never extend a hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-8976792683384359078?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8976792683384359078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=8976792683384359078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/8976792683384359078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/8976792683384359078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2008/01/god.html' title='god.'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-1302851117963493984</id><published>2008-01-03T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:49:02.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...beach..</title><content type='html'>the beach, wine, titans blankets, chick filet cups, d and d, gym class heros, blondes, friend, divorce, fort minor, pictures, these are a few of my favorite things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-1302851117963493984?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-4677911593442877586</id><published>2008-01-02T00:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:23:36.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_25DqnHP5QQA/R3tKCDSbfWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsWSl3GyaM4/s1600-h/bm-image-716348.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_25DqnHP5QQA/R3tKCDSbfWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsWSl3GyaM4/s320/bm-image-716348.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150791997931093346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_25DqnHP5QQA/R3tKCTSbfXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0DKlUm3Ve-8/s1600-h/bm-image-717243.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_25DqnHP5QQA/R3tKCTSbfXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0DKlUm3Ve-8/s320/bm-image-717243.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150792002226060658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;another year come and gone? im not sure what i learned or changed this year but i hope they are for the better... i know my life is different i know it realy is. its good i think yet i still struggle with a lot of the same things. i do feel good about something though the other night i saw a girl who was hooking up with my friend. as i sat there thinking about them i realized i didnt need any of that anymore. for once i felt content in god. like in that moment i felt like maybe i could be happy with no one. i mean i dont want that to be the  case. but good just put on my heart that i need to be careful i need to firgure out a life path then walk it hardcore into the future and pray it takesyou the right way... happy new year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-4677911593442877586?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_25DqnHP5QQA/R3tKCDSbfWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsWSl3GyaM4/s72-c/bm-image-716348.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-1385689283591356727</id><published>2007-12-26T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:32:55.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl</title><content type='html'>when depression seeks you out &lt;br /&gt;and lonelyness tints you window. &lt;br /&gt;you cant see what your in &lt;br /&gt;cant see the way out.&lt;br /&gt;you were there sweet and loving.&lt;br /&gt;shining beauty. perfect friend&lt;br /&gt;hands that lifted. hands that found&lt;br /&gt;a life that was empty torn and cracked&lt;br /&gt;you gave yourself. gave you time&lt;br /&gt;provide hope in time of must.&lt;br /&gt;peiced the heart, turning black.&lt;br /&gt;cleard a way through the dust.&lt;br /&gt;what do i owe. how have i changed&lt;br /&gt;because of words. not remembered.&lt;br /&gt;how can i pay what can i give&lt;br /&gt;when life provides no answer.&lt;br /&gt;know you are loved. know you are important.&lt;br /&gt;when nothing else shows you that sign.&lt;br /&gt;know i would die. know i would hurt&lt;br /&gt;to by the change your life was to mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-1385689283591356727?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1385689283591356727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=1385689283591356727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/1385689283591356727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/1385689283591356727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/12/girl.html' title='a girl'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-6997634285590665332</id><published>2007-12-26T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:24:45.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of nothing</title><content type='html'>it has been completed. my 30 days of nothing. one of the hardest things i have ever done in my entire life. but one of the best. i have seen things through a different lense. i have witnessed first hand the effect of prayer. i have been through the dumps. told friends and had no temptation. things i would have never seen on the other side. i have watched how god can break the chains you are attched too. i would have thought 30 days was impossible and did think that. but through prayer and focus i have accomplished it in his name. life will never change until you make the effort. god is waiting and willing to provide help, but only if you ask. i have seen people in a different light. i no longer saw objects but friends, not conquests but wives. god hs opened my eyes. i no i will fail again or have already... but.. but... but... i did it. and it will only get easier..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-6997634285590665332?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-6032752875061603981</id><published>2007-11-24T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:46:40.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>harrisburg..</title><content type='html'>Romero got married on the fifth of July&lt;br /&gt;In our Lady of Immaculate Dawn&lt;br /&gt;Could have got married in the revival man's tent&lt;br /&gt;But there ain't no reviving what's gone&lt;br /&gt;Slipped like a shadow from the family he made&lt;br /&gt;In a little white house by the woods&lt;br /&gt;Dropped the kids at the mission, with a rose for the virgin&lt;br /&gt;She knew he was gone for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way to Heaven, it's closer to Harrisburg&lt;br /&gt;And that's still a long way from the place where we are&lt;br /&gt;And if evil exists its a pair of train tracks&lt;br /&gt;And the devil is a railroad car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have stayed somewhere but the train tracks kept going&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like they always left soon&lt;br /&gt;and the wolves that he ran with they moaned low and painful&lt;br /&gt;sang sad misereres to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose at the altar withered and wilted&lt;br /&gt;Romero sank into a dream&lt;br /&gt;He didn't make Heaven, he didn't make Harrisburg&lt;br /&gt;He died in a hole in between&lt;br /&gt;Some say that man is the root of all evil&lt;br /&gt;Others say God's a drunkard for pain&lt;br /&gt;Me I believe that the Garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;Was burned to make way for a train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_3dA9AzLKU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_3dA9AzLKU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/harrisburg.html' title='harrisburg..'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-8560618811050770214</id><published>2007-11-19T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:06:11.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the best songs ever written that will never be released</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayyBysCKXZw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayyBysCKXZw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-of-best-songs-ever-written-that.html' title='one of the best songs ever written that will never be released'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-66996612421418682</id><published>2007-11-16T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:39:50.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem</title><content type='html'>for a life once lost&lt;br&gt;for a dream once spent&lt;br&gt;four words once were said &lt;br&gt;now lost in the wind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for a man once a child &lt;br&gt;for a wife once a friend&lt;br&gt;now skeltns of a life &lt;br&gt;they would die to relive&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kiss the girl that you love &lt;br&gt;hold the son that is his&lt;br&gt;be the chang in a life&lt;br&gt;rocked with waves from their sin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for the eyes of your son &lt;br&gt;for the place that you live&lt;br&gt;if cant change you&lt;br&gt;you can never expect them&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;once a letter  now a word&lt;br&gt;once a thought now a song&lt;br&gt;like ideas that fall as rain&lt;br&gt;hit the ground and are gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-66996612421418682?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/66996612421418682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=66996612421418682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/66996612421418682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/66996612421418682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/poem.html' title='poem'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-4695017277041804575</id><published>2007-11-10T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:28:29.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>only you beautiful... I dont want anyone else..</title><content type='html'>So it's sad this doesn't suit you now,&lt;br /&gt;And me fresh out of rope,&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the lisp,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to sound like this.&lt;br /&gt;So take me and break me,&lt;br /&gt;And make me strong like you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever grateful to, this and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only you, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Or I don't want anyone.&lt;br /&gt;If I can choose, It's only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix me to a chain around your neck,&lt;br /&gt;Wear me like a nickel&lt;br /&gt;Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste,&lt;br /&gt;I shot the pilot,&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you to fly this for me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised,&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only you, beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;or I don't want anyone.&lt;br /&gt;If I can choose, it's only you.&lt;br /&gt;But how could I miscalculate?&lt;br /&gt;Perfect eyes will have perfect aim.&lt;br /&gt;If I can choose, its only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We're wrecking” and I'm dry like a drum...&lt;br /&gt;a disgrace, So fine, I'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;we're spinning take our time and trials,&lt;br /&gt;measured in miles, we slave for days and weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only you, beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Or I don't want anyone.&lt;br /&gt;If I can choose, it's only you.&lt;br /&gt;But how could I miscalculate?&lt;br /&gt;Perfect lies from a perfect hate.&lt;br /&gt;If I could choose, it's only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P6zhfzG5cYQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P6zhfzG5cYQ&amp;rel=1" 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/4138832016852612593-4695017277041804575?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4695017277041804575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=4695017277041804575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/4695017277041804575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/4695017277041804575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/only-you-beautiful-i-dont-want-anyone.html' title='only you beautiful... I dont want anyone else..'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-5782663303650175908</id><published>2007-11-06T00:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:47:08.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>I am not afriad to die. this is the first time in my life i have ever felt this way. i sinned tonight. i do most days. but this time i actually felt closer to God afterwards. I felt like through that sin i had opened a door and i could walk through it into a new life with a God that loved me and as a slave to righteousness. who knows how long this will last but i mean is there anything better then not being afraid of the one thing in life thatno one understands. people go their entire life trying to find a way not to die and here i am already ready to go if it is my time. all i am saying is that i know where i a goin and nothing will stop me from reaching that goal. death is but a cataylis to spark a new life that we will really understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpzkHhgcZG4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpzkHhgcZG4" 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 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title='death'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7498899931747687165</id><published>2007-11-01T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:49:36.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honesty</title><content type='html'>what reason do i have to see someone that i used to date. none really. i mean i have 0 feelings for them and i dont even particularly like talking to them anymore. but it seems like there is that human urge to prove to them how much better off you are without them. you just want them to see they dontmatter. let them no they re no longer relevant. that is the stupidest thing yet it is one of the most important. i want her to know that shes not needed. that is all i want her to know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7498899931747687165?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7498899931747687165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7498899931747687165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7498899931747687165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7498899931747687165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/honesty.html' title='honesty'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-83440676826422483</id><published>2007-10-22T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:25:47.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clean</title><content type='html'>today i had the oppurtunity to sit next to two women that were struggling. one woman was having a really hrd time concentrating and was twitching and crying the whol service.(collean) about 34ths of the way through she gets up and leaves. her friend samanth immeadiatly turns around and says. she has been clean for 14 days and is coming out of her skin. i just decided to take her into my home with my two young children and dont know if i did the right thing. i felt so bad. what do i say to that how can i make her feel better. how can i show her that god was moving in her life stronger then almost all the christians i knew. i mean she took in a women that was struggling. she acted on her faith and made a difference. i would be scared out of my mind to bring someone into my little bubble. i dont care what jesus says i need my space. not samantha. she is willing to sacrafice the upbrining of her family and welcome a girl that needs her with welcome arms and say god. here is what i have use me. her story has pushed me to change the way i interact with people and to get my lazy butt off of the couch and into the world where thereare one million colleans looking for a samantha.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-83440676826422483?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/83440676826422483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=83440676826422483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/83440676826422483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/83440676826422483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/10/clean.html' title='clean'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7528334406441373569</id><published>2007-10-16T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:30:19.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>im such a mess. my life goes up and goes down. i am defn in the up part of it. i have so many friends and so many people that i think like to be around me bu i feel lost. im not depressed or anything i am just unaware of what i am doing. i am just trying to find my place but having a hard time doing it. i guess i feel like i missed out on life by waiting this long to meet people but i mean my personality has not came around till recently so who knows. i guess i just want to figure my life out and at the same time make a difference in the world. i know everyone wants to do this but i feel like that is where i am right now. i just pray that i can find that meaning that i feel i am lacking right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddn4MGaS3N4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddn4MGaS3N4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/4138832016852612593-7528334406441373569?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7528334406441373569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7528334406441373569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7528334406441373569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7528334406441373569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-8108030741013722135</id><published>2007-10-11T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:38:31.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>I dont know if any of you watch this show. but this part gets me every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QaiAwrD-cP4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QaiAwrD-cP4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua radins music is soo moving in it too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-8108030741013722135?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8108030741013722135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=8108030741013722135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/8108030741013722135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/8108030741013722135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/10/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-875122476542936302</id><published>2007-10-08T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:56:06.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song</title><content type='html'>I once knew a girl that i loved with my heart and whose beauty the world couldnt see&lt;br /&gt;we would sing we would dance and wed play in the dark hopeing one day that shed be with me&lt;br /&gt;but then world sent down rain and our love once like snow became mist in sun solem rays&lt;br /&gt;and this girl that i loved, that i cried that i trust became the glimpse of what was really me&lt;br /&gt;20 years now have past and i have loved and ive laughed but none could ever compete&lt;br /&gt;with the love that i had and the girl who was my half once a cirlce now only a C&lt;br /&gt;so if this love is now yours and you trusting the world to tell you who is right and in turn who is not&lt;br /&gt;let me leave you with this it will be my last line to a song both sad and both true&lt;br /&gt;if you love and youd die just to breathe by her side then let nothing tell you its a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='song'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-2674644400733217983</id><published>2007-10-04T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:40:09.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fast</title><content type='html'>so today i decided to try and fast. i just finished reading the book starving jesus, and in it it put a lot of stress on the importance of fasting to the chrisitian. let me just say this. it is intense. it is soo easy to think o i could go without food for a day no problem.. try doing it. you get headaches from your addictions to caffeene, have no energy from the lack of food, and are tempted over and over again to just give in. but when you finish. there is nothing better in the world. you spend the whole day releying on god to help you through and trusting that the suffering you are going through is worth it because it is for him and to keep your mind focused on him. i feel like i accomplished something today, and i feel like i actually suffered for my faith, be it every so small. it is an amazing feeling and i would encourage any true christian to do it, as we are called to do it. it does not say if you fast in the bible it says WHEN. i am going to make it a once a month thing then maybe more later... its worth it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-2674644400733217983?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2674644400733217983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=2674644400733217983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2674644400733217983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2674644400733217983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/10/fast.html' title='fast'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-5853077570194724970</id><published>2007-09-23T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:48:08.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing becuase he is</title><content type='html'>amazing is what you are.&lt;br /&gt;steadfast your love is for me&lt;br /&gt;when i was alone in the darkness you sought me out&lt;br /&gt;when i was desprite in the wildness you found me&lt;br /&gt;i am a sinner &lt;br /&gt;i am hopeless&lt;br /&gt;i am futureless&lt;br /&gt;but you love me&lt;br /&gt;you tell me there is more life for me&lt;br /&gt;you tell me that the future has something in store for me... through you&lt;br /&gt;blessed is your name&lt;br /&gt;let praises be on my mouth forever&lt;br /&gt;let everyone know that you are the reason i am happy&lt;br /&gt;you are the reason i am free&lt;br /&gt;you are the reason i am here.&lt;br /&gt;let me life show this love&lt;br /&gt;let my works praise your name&lt;br /&gt;let the people know it was you who touched your dying servent&lt;br /&gt;you who set him free..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-5853077570194724970?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5853077570194724970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=5853077570194724970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5853077570194724970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/5853077570194724970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/09/amazing-becuase-he-is.html' title='amazing becuase he is'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-1201694792798263630</id><published>2007-09-22T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:22:08.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want from you.</title><content type='html'>only thing that keep sane sane at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQySgbCIklk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQySgbCIklk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/4138832016852612593-1201694792798263630?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1201694792798263630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=1201694792798263630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/1201694792798263630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/1201694792798263630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-i-want-from-you.html' title='what i want from you.'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-6810404524262792295</id><published>2007-09-21T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T02:27:46.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unanswered paryers</title><content type='html'>how hard would it be to be god.???&lt;br&gt;think about this.&lt;br&gt;imagine you are a parent and your child is standing before u at the stove. he keeps turning on the burner then touching his hand to it. then looking up at you and crying. but he wont stop he keeps doing what it is that holds him down and keeps him sore.&lt;br&gt;you want despritly to pick him up. hold him in your arms. tel him you love hin, tell him it will be ok. but you cant you just have to sit there watch. sit there and watch as the child burns himself t death... i dont want my god to experience this on my behalf .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-6810404524262792295?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6810404524262792295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=6810404524262792295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/6810404524262792295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/6810404524262792295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/09/unanswered-paryers.html' title='unanswered paryers'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7521357962285854450</id><published>2007-09-16T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T10:56:48.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an inventory has been taken</title><content type='html'>nothing in he world is prettier then the stars. sitting alone in the middle of the desert with no lights no people no nothing around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7521357962285854450?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7521357962285854450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7521357962285854450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7521357962285854450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7521357962285854450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/09/inventory-has-been-taken.html' title='an inventory has been taken'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-2769252251576515344</id><published>2007-09-07T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:06:11.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im in hell and your leaving me</title><content type='html'>im in love with him. she said&lt;br&gt;the love that moves mountains&lt;br&gt;that emptys the ocean&lt;br&gt;that makes you spend the one life you have&lt;br&gt;with one person&lt;br&gt;the beauty of words is never more evident&lt;br&gt;.love.&lt;br&gt;i love&lt;br&gt;i love you&lt;br&gt;they bring the image of putting youself in he path of danger&lt;br&gt;taking the bullet&lt;br&gt;the car&lt;br&gt;or the blade&lt;br&gt;ending your life so another can live&lt;br&gt;greater love has no other&lt;br&gt;love is more then a word&lt;br&gt;moe then  sentence&lt;br&gt;more then a combiation of letters&lt;br&gt;love is an idea&lt;br&gt;it is the idea that there is someone out there that &lt;br&gt;you fit like a puzzle.&lt;br&gt;someone out there that you would die&lt;br&gt;.without question.&lt;br&gt;i want to feel this love.....&lt;br&gt;j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-2769252251576515344?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2769252251576515344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=2769252251576515344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2769252251576515344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2769252251576515344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-in-hell-and-your-leaving-me.html' title='im in hell and your leaving me'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-7357684852836289391</id><published>2007-09-04T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:25:43.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fight</title><content type='html'>the fight is constant&lt;br /&gt;the fight is eternal&lt;br /&gt;the players are the same&lt;br /&gt;the battle ground is similar&lt;br /&gt;it is a constant struggle&lt;br /&gt;between good and lust&lt;br /&gt;between life and hell&lt;br /&gt;between heaven and death&lt;br /&gt;god is the judge satin is the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;one prays you get through&lt;br /&gt;the other cheers you into the ground&lt;br /&gt;he fight is never ending&lt;br /&gt;ever round another story&lt;br /&gt;but if you pray to the judge&lt;br /&gt;the end will hold for you glory.&lt;br /&gt;he wants you to win&lt;br /&gt;he wants you to survive.&lt;br /&gt;he wants to clear the brusies that mark your tired eyees&lt;br /&gt;it can be easier he says with a sadness&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to fight.&lt;br /&gt;i can take you from this madness&lt;br /&gt;but the fighter is somber the words he cant hear&lt;br /&gt;he goes in alone with a jab and a fear&lt;br /&gt;he falls once again&lt;br /&gt;for the enemy is ruthless&lt;br /&gt;without the judge his body wil be brusies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-7357684852836289391?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7357684852836289391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=7357684852836289391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7357684852836289391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/7357684852836289391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/09/fight.html' title='the fight'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-4050272113316697660</id><published>2007-08-29T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:59:23.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poem for the lost</title><content type='html'>the smell of marijuana filters through the room&lt;br&gt;only this time its different&lt;br&gt;for the first time in months i realize&lt;br&gt;me and my neighbor are the same.&lt;br&gt;i sit in my room&lt;br&gt;addictions surronding&lt;br&gt;i give in&lt;br&gt;we are the same people.&lt;br&gt;running from the very things we need&lt;br&gt;lying that were happy&lt;br&gt;thinking that one more hit one more fuck.&lt;br&gt;these will make the differece&lt;br&gt;but they never do&lt;br&gt;we are never free.&lt;br&gt;we are constantly searching&lt;br&gt;so alone yet so alike.&lt;br&gt;so fake yet so real.&lt;br&gt;the searching dont bother to ask those who found it&lt;br&gt;thoe who found it dont realize they have till their gone&lt;br&gt;life loves to praise the ones that are trying&lt;br&gt;only to scoff at them when they sink back down.&lt;br&gt;im am not a good person i know this but im trying&lt;br&gt;life throws me a curve i ry to make it around the bend.&lt;br&gt;life push me under and i try to surface. him not so much&lt;br&gt;he is just as lost as i am. yet im trying im trying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-4050272113316697660?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4050272113316697660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=4050272113316697660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/4050272113316697660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/4050272113316697660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/08/poem-for-lost.html' title='poem for the lost'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-134282478496345542</id><published>2007-08-28T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:51:56.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>i am a broken man&lt;br&gt;i ask everything from the lord&lt;br&gt;but give nothing&lt;br&gt;i am unable to even sacrifie one aspect of my life&lt;br&gt;for the god that died for my sins&lt;br&gt;take this cup of poisen i drink&lt;br&gt;fill it with the water of life&lt;br&gt;use it to make me clean&lt;br&gt;use it to make you proud&lt;br&gt;god i want to be the man you called&lt;br&gt;i know thereis a plan for me&lt;br&gt;soon sin wont blind my eyes&lt;br&gt;soon you light is all i see&lt;br&gt;i will sit forever in the moment&lt;br&gt;and holld onto with all i am&lt;br&gt;because theres one thing worth living for&lt;br&gt;thats the king that wants me back&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lord protect you broken servant on the path that he walks and let him know that heaven is better and that nothing compares to you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-134282478496345542?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/134282478496345542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=134282478496345542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/134282478496345542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/134282478496345542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/08/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-9196594702639679117</id><published>2007-08-26T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:03:41.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recreating god?</title><content type='html'>so i currently attend a church called sandals located in southern california, this evening while i was sitting in church the pastor said something very interesting. "we are created in God's image,  he is not created in ours"  modern culture, and i am as much a part of that as most christians i know, have began to craft God not how he is in the bible, but how we want him to be. On a personal level, i have a hard time fearing God because in my mind i have created him to be this person who always forgives my sins, and is always there when i need him. while that is true, that is not "his image" his image is a God who is all loving yet all powerful. this is the God who could even my life by just thinking it. the God who decides my eternal resting place, not just a fairy who sits up in heaven and says nice try tiger i know you F'ed up but try a little harder next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modern church would go through such a amazing change if they learned to see God like the first example. christians now and days take God for granted, we want him to be sitting on shoulder when we need help, but want him as far away as possible when we want to sin. this is destroying the modern church because it is creating God in an image other then what he is. its like we are living our lives with God and the lion from the lion king, and not the one from Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fearing God is the begining of knowledge, so if you live you life not doing it, i dont think you knowledge will begining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all im saying is that God doesnt bend to meet our standards, so we should NOT ever try to force him in to the box that is our view of christianity, and should live a life that strives to view God as the God of the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxKEnNRg-Pc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxKEnNRg-Pc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/4138832016852612593-9196594702639679117?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/9196594702639679117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=9196594702639679117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/9196594702639679117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/9196594702639679117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/08/recreating-god.html' title='recreating god?'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-5877133261240429114</id><published>2007-08-23T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T00:46:45.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.sometimes.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wish i could go back in time. i wish i could go back to the days that i tried so hard to blast through. at the measly age of 22 i cant help but feel like my life is half over. you know what the saddest part is? i think its the fact that i dont even remember half of it... i mean like bits and peices totally get through and friends jock my memory but i mean i have already finished high school and most of my friends are done with college. its just hard for me to think that this time next year i will be in the real world.. do you wish you could back in time. sometimes i do. i know everyone says they wouldnt change anyhing they have done... i would... i would be happy to see what paths my life would have went down if i did this or did that. i mean dont get me wrong i love my life.. but what if.... anyways. i was in a wierd mood tonight, and this came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what im listening too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LG_qTI-fbQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LG_qTI-fbQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/4138832016852612593-5877133261240429114?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-956743011326002204</id><published>2007-08-18T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:22:24.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i said im ok but i know how to lie.</title><content type='html'>what is it that hurts when someone says no. is it the fact that they are saying no to you? not really. is it the fact that you cant find someone else? no there are plenty more fish in the sea. is it even the fact that it was something important to you? no, its the fact that friends look out for each other. if you claim to be someone friend then you dont mess with them. i hate people who are fake. fake people are worse then people that hate you becuase atleast people that hate you show it to you face... fake people are  the people that claim to be your friends but are never there for you. fake peopel dont deserve the time of day. i know a fake person. three strikes and your out? try fourteen. i thought they had my back. they dont. im over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJkxVVfAsjY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJkxVVfAsjY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/4138832016852612593-956743011326002204?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/956743011326002204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-2095457628220499924</id><published>2007-08-17T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:32:14.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.time.</title><content type='html'>Older chests reveal themselves&lt;br /&gt;Like a crack in a wall&lt;br /&gt;Starting small, and grow in time&lt;br /&gt;And we all seem to need the help&lt;br /&gt;Of someone else&lt;br /&gt;To mend that shelf&lt;br /&gt;of too many books&lt;br /&gt;Read me your favourite line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa went to other lands&lt;br /&gt;And he found someone who understands&lt;br /&gt;The ticking, and the western man's need to cry&lt;br /&gt;He came back the other day, yeah you know&lt;br /&gt;Some things in life may change&lt;br /&gt;And some things&lt;br /&gt;They stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like time, there's always time&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;So pass me by, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older gents sit on the fence&lt;br /&gt;With their cap in hand&lt;br /&gt;Looking grand&lt;br /&gt;They watch their city change&lt;br /&gt;Children scream, or so it seems,&lt;br /&gt;Louder than before&lt;br /&gt;Out of doors, into stores with bigger names&lt;br /&gt;Mama tried to wash their faces&lt;br /&gt;But these kids they lost their graces&lt;br /&gt;And daddy lost at the races too many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke down the other day, yeah you know&lt;br /&gt;Some things in life may change&lt;br /&gt;And some things they stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like time, time, there's always time&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;So pass me by, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time,&lt;br /&gt;Time, there's always time&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;Pass me by, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ogVor9uZoo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ogVor9uZoo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a big fan of Damien Rice, admitted I have only been listening to him for upwards of 6 months, no one can craft lyrics like he can, and no one can make you feel more nostalgic (spelling) then he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is a example of it. the words are so powerful like "They watch their city change" about the way people grow older only to see life just change right in front of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most important part of this song is the way he crafts the chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like time, there's always time&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;So pass me by, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a play on words but he sings it with so much beauty and meaning that you can help but be taken back to that time in your life when you were younger and didnt worry about what the future holds. a time in your life when the future was being created instead of relived through tales...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138832016852612593-2095457628220499924?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2095457628220499924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138832016852612593&amp;postID=2095457628220499924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2095457628220499924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138832016852612593/posts/default/2095457628220499924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com/2007/08/older-chests-reveal-themselves-like.html' title='.time.'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907303342016211928</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-6423438815790899252</id><published>2007-08-16T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:50:37.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.the path.</title><content type='html'>why are humans so infatuated with the idea that we can change ourselves. even the strongest person in the world cannot control the outcome of his own life. i am constantly reminded of the story about th writer of the song "come thou fount" here is a person who wrote some of the most beautiful lyrics ever written in christian hymns yet the story goes that a women entered a carrage with a drunk man back in the 1800s, the women was singing the song as she looked over at the disgruntled man disgusted. he started to mouth the words with her, until she inturupted, what does someone like you know about words like those. to which he replyed mam, i am the one that wrote those words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the picture of what torture is in this world. torture isnt physical pain it is the inability to give up the things that you know drag you down. "lord im prone to wander lord i feel it, im prone to leave the God i love". how many times have i tried to escape my past and my sins only to fall right back into. i am the epitome of a stereotypical chrisitan, lord im prone to wander. i have eveything that i need in you yet i can kep myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my one prayer is that i can end my life the way the song ends. "heres my heart lord, take and seal it, seal it for the courts above." it doesnt matter if you wander, but the path is right there in frount of you, and you bettter pray you get back on it before your time runs out also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let my boy sufjan stevens show you how its done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqKwSffyr2k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqKwSffyr2k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/4138832016852612593-6423438815790899252?l=conversationthroughmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138832016852612593.post-8739302287784148856</id><published>2007-08-14T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:45:10.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUzUKfS5O9w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUzUKfS5O9w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his music has ment so much to me over the last 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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