<?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-14186400</id><updated>2011-10-07T14:05:58.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart &amp; The Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes you come across a text or even just a snippet of a text that etches itself into your heart &amp; soul. Here I will try to gather some that mean something to me. Poems, quotes, and many song lyrics...
And yes, I think Nick Hornby was right in "High Fidelity".
Enjoy them, cherish them, nourish them...!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-308572688415132967</id><published>2007-06-19T08:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T08:59:41.755+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alejandro Sanz - Y Si Fuera Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ella se desliza y me atropella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y, aunque a veces no me importe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sé que el día que la pierda volveré a sufrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; por ella, que aparece y que se esconde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; que se marcha y que se queda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; que es pregunta y es respuesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; que es mi oscuridad, estrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ella me peina el alma y me la enreda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; va conmigo pero no sé dónde va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mi rival, mi compañera, que está tan dentro de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y, a la vez, está tan fuera, sé que volveré a perderme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y la encontraré de nuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pero con otro rostro y otro nombre diferente y otro cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pero sigue siendo ella, que otra vez me lleva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nunca me responde si, al girar la rueda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ella se hace fría y se hace eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; un suspiro en la tormenta, a la que tantas veces le cambió la voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gente que va y que viene y siempre es ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; que me miente y me lo niega, que  me olvida y me recuerda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pero, si mi boca se equivoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pero, si mi boca se equivoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y al llamarla nombro a otra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a veces siente compasión por este loco, ciego y loco corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sea lo que quiera Dios que sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mi delito es la torpeza de ignorar que hay quien no tiene corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y va quemando, va quemándome y me quema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y, ¿ si fuera ella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ella me peina el alma y me la enreda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; va conmigo... digo yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mi rival, mi compañera, esa es ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pero me cuesta cuando otro adiós se ve tan cerca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y la perderé de nuevo, y otra vez preguntaré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mientras se va y no habrá respuesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y, si esa que se aleja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; la que estoy perdiendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y, ¿si esa era?, y, ¿si fuera ella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ... a veces siente compasión por este loco, ciego y loco corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ¿era? ¿quién me dice si era ella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y, si la vida es una rueda y va girando y nadie sabe cuándo tiene que saltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y la miro... y, ¿si fuera ella? y, ¿si fuera ella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y, ¿si fuera ella?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-308572688415132967?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/308572688415132967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=308572688415132967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/308572688415132967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/308572688415132967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/alejandro-sanz-y-si-fuera-ella.html' title='Alejandro Sanz - Y Si Fuera Ella'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-115476607627118529</id><published>2006-08-05T10:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T10:21:16.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrella Morente - Vuelvo Al Sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Vuelvo al Sur,&lt;br /&gt;como se vuelve siempre al amor,&lt;br /&gt;vuelvo a vos,&lt;br /&gt;con mi deseo, con mi temor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevo el Sur,&lt;br /&gt;como un destino del corazón,&lt;br /&gt;soy del Sur,&lt;br /&gt;como los aires del bandoneón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueño el Sur,&lt;br /&gt;inmensa luna, cielo al reves,&lt;br /&gt;busco el Sur,&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo abierto, y su después.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero al Sur,&lt;br /&gt;su buena gente, su dignidad,&lt;br /&gt;siento el Sur,&lt;br /&gt;como tu cuerpo en la intimidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo al Sur,&lt;br /&gt;llego al Sur&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo al Sur,&lt;br /&gt;como se vuelve siempre al amor,&lt;br /&gt;vuelvo a vos,&lt;br /&gt;con mi deseo, con mi temor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevo el Sur,&lt;br /&gt;como un destino del corazón,&lt;br /&gt;soy del Sur,&lt;br /&gt;como los aires del bandoneón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero al Sur,&lt;br /&gt;su buena gente, su dignidad,&lt;br /&gt;siento el Sur,&lt;br /&gt;como tu cuerpo en la intimidad.&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo al Sur,&lt;br /&gt;llevo el Sur,&lt;br /&gt;te quiero&lt;br /&gt;y vuelvo al Sur"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-115476607627118529?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115476607627118529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=115476607627118529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/115476607627118529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/115476607627118529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/estrella-morente-vuelvo-al-sur.html' title='Estrella Morente - Vuelvo Al Sur'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-115342543980019967</id><published>2006-07-20T21:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:57:19.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just funny...</title><content type='html'>Quite funny to see: I posted the lyrics to Maná's new song 'Labios Compartidos', simply because I love the music of this band and the fact it's their new song (it's 'vintage' Maná: great!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then the visits to this (sub)site/side project compared to &lt;a href="http://www.dutchviking.dk"&gt;my original one&lt;/a&gt; have exploded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I don't mind! Keep 'em coming, I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-115342543980019967?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115342543980019967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=115342543980019967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/115342543980019967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/115342543980019967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-funny.html' title='Just funny...'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-115330666374928118</id><published>2006-07-19T12:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T12:57:43.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince &amp; The Revolution - Girls and Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Girls and boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only knew her 4 a little while,&lt;br /&gt;but he had grown accustomed 2 her style&lt;br /&gt;She had the cutest ass he'd ever seen&lt;br /&gt;He did 2, they were meant 2 be&lt;br /&gt;They loved 2 kiss on the steps of Versailles&lt;br /&gt;It looked like rain, mama, birds do fly&lt;br /&gt;I love u baby, I love u so much,&lt;br /&gt;maybe we can stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in another world, space and joy,&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her all the love that anyone can,&lt;br /&gt;but she was promised 2 another man&lt;br /&gt;He tried so hard not 2 go insane&lt;br /&gt;Birds do fly, looks like rain&lt;br /&gt;I love u baby, I love u so much,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in another world, space and joy,&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious baby, love is so rare&lt;br /&gt;I can take the breakup if u say that u care&lt;br /&gt;He had 2 run away, his pride was 2 strong&lt;br /&gt;It started raining, baby, the birds were gone&lt;br /&gt;(I love u baby, I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe (Maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in another world (Meet me in another world, space and joy)&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle (vous etes tres belle, mama)&lt;br /&gt;girls and boys (girls and boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love u baby, I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;I want u, babe (Maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can play today (Meet me in another world, space and joy)&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle (vous etes tres belle, mama)&lt;br /&gt;girls and boys (girls and boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous etiez de l'autre cote de la salle&lt;br /&gt;{U were on the other end of the room/hall}&lt;br /&gt;Vous dansiez si fort&lt;br /&gt;{U were dancing so hard/strong}&lt;br /&gt;Je sentais votre parfum&lt;br /&gt;{I could smell your perfume}&lt;br /&gt;Votre sourire me dit que nous devrions nous parler&lt;br /&gt;{Your smile told me we should talk}&lt;br /&gt;Sexe et repos&lt;br /&gt;{Sex and rest}&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que vous aimerez ca&lt;br /&gt;{I know U'll like that}&lt;br /&gt;Vous n'y resisterez pas&lt;br /&gt;{U won't resist it/to it}&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Je vous enlacerai avec mes jambes&lt;br /&gt;{I'll wrap my legs around U}&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Pendant des heures je vais vous etonner&lt;br /&gt;{During hours I'll astound U}&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Faire l'amour Faire l'amour&lt;br /&gt;{Make love make love}&lt;br /&gt;Nous nous rencontrerons&lt;br /&gt;{We'll meet}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u baby, I love u so much&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in another world, space and joy,&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love u baby)&lt;br /&gt;I want u baby (I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;I want u so much (Maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe we can stay in touch (Meet me in another world, space and joy)&lt;br /&gt;Another world, space (vous etes tres belle)&lt;br /&gt;Lips... (mama, girls and boys)&lt;br /&gt;Face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness in it's uncut form&lt;br /&gt;Is the feeling that I get, you're warm, warm&lt;br /&gt;Happy's what I get when we do what we do&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, mama, is being with u&lt;br /&gt;Good lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me somewhere after dawn&lt;br /&gt;Lord (I love u baby)&lt;br /&gt;(I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;(I love u baby)&lt;br /&gt;(I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;vous etes belle&lt;br /&gt;So like I saw u from across the room, and (maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Honey, u danced so hard I smelled your perfume, (maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;and the look on your lips said that a,&lt;br /&gt;"We could talk some more, (maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;some more on the dance floor baby" (I love u baby)&lt;br /&gt;Hear the words I'm saying, (I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sex I'm laying (maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Naughty's what I wanna be with u tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Meet me in another world, space and joy)&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;Girls and boys"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-115330666374928118?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115330666374928118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=115330666374928118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/115330666374928118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/115330666374928118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/prince-revolution-girls-and-boys.html' title='Prince &amp; The Revolution - Girls and Boys'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-115272367069247757</id><published>2006-07-12T19:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:35:52.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maná - Labios Compartidos</title><content type='html'>Labios Compartidos &lt;br /&gt;(10-07-2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Amor mío&lt;br /&gt;Si estoy debajo del vaivén &lt;br /&gt;de tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Si estoy hundido en un &lt;br /&gt;vaivén de caderas&lt;br /&gt;Esto es el cielo, &lt;br /&gt;es mi cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Amor fugado&lt;br /&gt;Me tomas, me dejas, &lt;br /&gt;me exprimes y me &lt;br /&gt;tiras a un lado&lt;br /&gt;Te vas a otros cielos y &lt;br /&gt;regresas como&lt;br /&gt;los colibríes&lt;br /&gt;Me tienes como un perro &lt;br /&gt;a tus pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez mi boca insensata &lt;br /&gt;vuelve a caer en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve a mí tu boca y provoca&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a caer de tus pechos &lt;br /&gt;a tu par de pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labios compartidos&lt;br /&gt;Labios divididos, mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo no puedo compartir tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Ni comparto el engaño&lt;br /&gt;Ni comparto mis días ni el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puedo compartir tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, amor, ooh amor, compartidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor mutante, &lt;br /&gt;amigos con derechos&lt;br /&gt;y sin derecho a &lt;br /&gt;tenerte siempre&lt;br /&gt;Y siempre tengo que &lt;br /&gt;esperar paciente&lt;br /&gt;El pedazo que me toca de ti&lt;br /&gt;Relámpagos de alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Las voces, horas lloraré &lt;br /&gt;en el sol&lt;br /&gt;Mi boca en tierras, soy tu nada&lt;br /&gt;Te desnudas, ángel, hada&lt;br /&gt;luego te vas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez mi boca insensata &lt;br /&gt;vuelve a caer en tu piel de miel&lt;br /&gt;vuelve a mi tu boca, duele&lt;br /&gt;vuelvo a caer de tus pechos &lt;br /&gt;a tu par de pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labios compartidos&lt;br /&gt;Labios divididos, mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo no puedo compartir tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Ni comparto el engaño&lt;br /&gt;Ni comparto mis días ni el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puedo compartir tus labios&lt;br /&gt;que me parta un rayo, que me &lt;br /&gt;entierre el olvido mi amor&lt;br /&gt;pero no puedo mas compartir &lt;br /&gt;tus labios &lt;br /&gt;compartir tus besos&lt;br /&gt;labios compartidos oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo con toda mi fe sin medida&lt;br /&gt;te amo aunque estés compartida...&lt;br /&gt;tus labios tienen el control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo con toda mi fe sin medida... &lt;br /&gt;Te amo aunque estes compartiiiida...&lt;br /&gt;Y sigues tú con el cooontrol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(updated)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-115272367069247757?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115272367069247757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=115272367069247757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/115272367069247757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/115272367069247757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/man-labios-compartidos.html' title='Maná - Labios Compartidos'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-114968175091568985</id><published>2006-06-07T14:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T14:02:30.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>José Mercé - Al Alba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Los hijos que no tuvimos&lt;br /&gt;se esconden en las cloacas,&lt;br /&gt;comen las ultimas flores&lt;br /&gt;parece que adivinaran,&lt;br /&gt;que el dia que se avecina&lt;br /&gt;ay viene con hambre atrasada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presiento que tras la noche&lt;br /&gt;vendra la noche mas larga,&lt;br /&gt;quiero que no me abandones&lt;br /&gt;ay amor mio al alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;al alba,al alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles de buitres callados&lt;br /&gt;van extendiendo sus alas,&lt;br /&gt;no te dentroza amor mio&lt;br /&gt;mientra el silencio se avanza,&lt;br /&gt;maldito baile de muertos&lt;br /&gt;ay pólvora de la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presiento que tras la noche&lt;br /&gt;vendra la noche mas larga,&lt;br /&gt;quiero que no me abandones&lt;br /&gt;ay amor mio al alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;al alba,al alba.&lt;br /&gt;Al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;ay quiero que no me abandones&lt;br /&gt;ay amor mio al alba.&lt;br /&gt;Al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;parece que adivinaran&lt;br /&gt;ay amor mio al alba&lt;br /&gt;Al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;este silencio se avanza&lt;br /&gt;ay amor mio al alba&lt;br /&gt;Al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;ay quiero que no me abandones&lt;br /&gt;ay amor mio al alba.&lt;br /&gt;Al alba,al alba&lt;br /&gt;al alba,al alba..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-114968175091568985?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114968175091568985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=114968175091568985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114968175091568985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114968175091568985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/jos-merc-al-alba.html' title='José Mercé - Al Alba'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-114894001585755154</id><published>2006-05-29T23:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:00:15.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma - Return To Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Love - devotion&lt;br /&gt;Feeling - emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - devotion&lt;br /&gt;Feeling - emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to be weak&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too proud to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just look into your heart my friend&lt;br /&gt;That will be the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want, then start to laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you must, then start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself dont hide&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what people say&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your own way&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up and use the chance&lt;br /&gt;To return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what people say&lt;br /&gt;Follow just your own way&lt;br /&gt;Follow just your own way&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up, dont give up&lt;br /&gt;To return, to return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;If you want then laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you must then cry&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself dont hide&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in destiny"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-114894001585755154?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114894001585755154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=114894001585755154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114894001585755154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114894001585755154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/enigma-return-to-innocence.html' title='Enigma - Return To Innocence'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-114802609914419854</id><published>2006-05-19T10:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:08:19.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acda &amp; De Munnik - Andere Maan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Stond bij het raam, ik zag de sneeuw&lt;br /&gt;Weet niet waarom maar dacht ineens moet Frank eens bellen&lt;br /&gt;Ik had de hoorn al in mijn hand, maar legde neer&lt;br /&gt;Ik dacht wanneer ben je twee vrienden niet elke dag hoeven te zien&lt;br /&gt;En wanneer ben je geen vrienden meer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er staat een andere maan, een andere man&lt;br /&gt;Je had frank die kwam uit Schagen&lt;br /&gt;En Erik uit Roermond of Curacao of utrecht, Suriname&lt;br /&gt;Of wat hij die dag maar wou&lt;br /&gt;En ik kwam uit een dorpje maar woonde midden in de stad&lt;br /&gt;Alledrie echte Amsterdammers&lt;br /&gt;Zonder dat een van ons een jeugdherinnering had&lt;br /&gt;Die foto op de koelkast nog niet eens zo lang geleden&lt;br /&gt;Drie jongens met hun glazen naar elkaar in het cafe&lt;br /&gt;Of daar die foto, de toneelschool, de jongens van de klas&lt;br /&gt;Of die van ons in ‘88, toen Van Basten nog op aarde was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er staat een andere maan&lt;br /&gt;Er staat een andere maan&lt;br /&gt;Je hebt het eigenlijk niet door&lt;br /&gt;Maar zo snel als dingen gaan&lt;br /&gt;Er staat een andere maan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sta bij het raam, ik zie de sneeuwval in het donker nu&lt;br /&gt;Ik heb Erik aan de lijn&lt;br /&gt;We praten lang, wat lang geleden&lt;br /&gt;En ik vraag hem hoe zou het nou met Frankie zijn&lt;br /&gt;En hij zegt “Grappig dat je het vraagt, hij zei laatst iets over jou&lt;br /&gt;Wat ook alweer, iets in de trant van wanneer ben je twee vrienden die elkaar&lt;br /&gt;Ik kom er zo wel op”&lt;br /&gt;Maar toen legde ik al neer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er staat een andere maan&lt;br /&gt;Er staat een andere maan&lt;br /&gt;Je hebt het eigenlijk niet door&lt;br /&gt;Maar zo snel als dingen gaan&lt;br /&gt;Er staat een andere maan&lt;br /&gt;Er staat een andere maan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerst ben je twee vrienden&lt;br /&gt;En dan vrienden van weleer&lt;br /&gt;Maar dan ben je in mijn nieuwste theorie&lt;br /&gt;Eigenlijk al geen vrienden meer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-114802609914419854?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114802609914419854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=114802609914419854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114802609914419854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114802609914419854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/acda-de-munnik-andere-maan.html' title='Acda &amp; De Munnik - Andere Maan'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-114787383715162699</id><published>2006-05-17T15:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:50:37.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thelonious Monster &amp; Tom Waits - Adios Lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I know an oldtimer&lt;br /&gt;Just a nickel-and-dimer&lt;br /&gt;At the bar down the Adios Lounge&lt;br /&gt;And for whiskey and smokes&lt;br /&gt;Recites poems and jokes&lt;br /&gt;But he's not just your average clown&lt;br /&gt;And he's entertaining nightly&lt;br /&gt;Down the Adios Lounge&lt;br /&gt;And he puts it politely&lt;br /&gt;But he does lay it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lie here alone in my bed&lt;br /&gt;With these words running wild in my head&lt;br /&gt;He said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody go there for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't be satisfied with a second-hand life&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody stifle or bore you&lt;br /&gt;Handle your troubles or take on your strife&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody live your life for you&lt;br /&gt;Not your friends, not your kids, no not even your wife&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know where the rainbow ends&lt;br /&gt;It's you who´ve got to go there and find it my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going back down&lt;br /&gt;To the Adios Lounge&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no one to wait up for me&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's still around&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that crazy old scrounge&lt;br /&gt;To tell us how things ought to be&lt;br /&gt;He said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody go there for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't be satisfied with a second-hand life&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody stifle or bore you&lt;br /&gt;Handle your troubles or take on your strife&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody live your life for you&lt;br /&gt;Not your friends, not your kids, no not even your wife&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know where the rainbow ends&lt;br /&gt;It's you who've got to go there and find it my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I buy him more drinks&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear what he thinks&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's worth it to see him almost smile&lt;br /&gt;It's worth feeling free for a while&lt;br /&gt;At the bar down the Adios Lounge&lt;br /&gt;At the bar down the Adios Lounge&lt;br /&gt;At the bar down the Adios Lounge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-114787383715162699?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114787383715162699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=114787383715162699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114787383715162699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114787383715162699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/thelonious-monster-tom-waits-adios.html' title='Thelonious Monster &amp; Tom Waits - Adios Lounge'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-114543987874041959</id><published>2006-04-19T11:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:44:46.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Bennett - The Good Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh, the good life, full of fun seems to be the ideal&lt;br /&gt;Mm, the good life lets you hide all the sadness you feel&lt;br /&gt;You won't really fall in love for you can't take the chance&lt;br /&gt;So please be honest with yourself, don't try to fake romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the good life to be free and explore the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Like the heartaches when you learn you must face them alone&lt;br /&gt;Please remember I still want you, and in case you wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Well, just wake up, kiss the good life goodbye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-114543987874041959?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114543987874041959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=114543987874041959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114543987874041959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114543987874041959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/tony-bennett-good-life.html' title='Tony Bennett - The Good Life'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-114409722998100942</id><published>2006-04-03T22:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:47:10.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Juanes - Nada Valgo Sin Tu Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Cuando el tiempo pasa&lt;br /&gt;y nos hacemos viejos&lt;br /&gt;nos empieza a parecer&lt;br /&gt;que pesan más los daños&lt;br /&gt;que los mismos años&lt;br /&gt;al final...&lt;br /&gt;por eso yo quiero&lt;br /&gt;que mis años pasen&lt;br /&gt;junto a ti mi amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;junto a mi familia&lt;br /&gt;junto a mis amigos y mi voz&lt;br /&gt;por que nada valgo&lt;br /&gt;por que nada tengo&lt;br /&gt;si no tengo lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;tu amor y compañia&lt;br /&gt;en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;y es que vale más&lt;br /&gt;un año tardio&lt;br /&gt;que un siglo vacio amor&lt;br /&gt;y es que vale más&lt;br /&gt;tener bien llenito el corazón&lt;br /&gt;por eso yo quiero&lt;br /&gt;que en mi mente siempre&lt;br /&gt;tu cariño esté bien fuerte&lt;br /&gt;aunque estemos lejos&lt;br /&gt;o aunque estemos cerca&lt;br /&gt;del final&lt;br /&gt;por que nada valgo&lt;br /&gt;por que nada tengo&lt;br /&gt;si no tengo lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;tu amor y compañia&lt;br /&gt;en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ven amor...&lt;br /&gt;me siento debil&lt;br /&gt;cuando estoy sin ti&lt;br /&gt;y me hago fuerte&lt;br /&gt;cuando estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;sin ti yo ya no se que es vivir&lt;br /&gt;mi vida es un tunel sin tu luz&lt;br /&gt;quiero pasar&lt;br /&gt;más tiempo junto a ti recuperar las noches&lt;br /&gt;que perdi&lt;br /&gt;vencer el miedo inmenso&lt;br /&gt;de morir y ser eterno junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;por que nada valgo&lt;br /&gt;por que nada tengo&lt;br /&gt;si no tengo lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;tu amor y compañia&lt;br /&gt;en mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por eso yo quiero&lt;br /&gt;que en mi mente siempre&lt;br /&gt;tu cariño esté bien fuerte aunque estemos lejos o aunque estemos cerca&lt;br /&gt;del final&lt;br /&gt;por que nada valgo&lt;br /&gt;por que nada tengo&lt;br /&gt;si no tengo lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;tu amor y compañia&lt;br /&gt;en mi corazón"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-114409722998100942?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114409722998100942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=114409722998100942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114409722998100942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/114409722998100942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/juanes-nada-valgo-sin-tu-amor.html' title='Juanes - Nada Valgo Sin Tu Amor'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-113646793861131287</id><published>2006-01-05T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T14:32:18.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Santana ft. Rob Thomas - Smooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Man, it's a hot one&lt;br /&gt;Like seven inches from the midday sun&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hear you whispering in the words, to melt everyone&lt;br /&gt;But you stay so cool&lt;br /&gt;My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;You're my reason for reason&lt;br /&gt;The step in my groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you said this life ain't good enough&lt;br /&gt;I would give my world to lift you up&lt;br /&gt;I could change my life to better suit your mood&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're so smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's just like the ocean under the moon&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you&lt;br /&gt;You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Give me your heart, make it real&lt;br /&gt;Or else forget about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;If you would leave it would be a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;In every breath and every word&lt;br /&gt;I hear your name calling me out&lt;br /&gt;Out from the barrio&lt;br /&gt;You hear my rhythm on your radio&lt;br /&gt;You feel the turning of the world, so soft and slow&lt;br /&gt;Turning you round... and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you said this life ain't good enough&lt;br /&gt;I would give my world to lift you up&lt;br /&gt;I could change my life to better suit your mood&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're so smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's just like the ocean under the moon&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you&lt;br /&gt;You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Give me your heart, make it real&lt;br /&gt;Or else forget about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else forget about it&lt;br /&gt;Or else forget about it&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't forget about it&lt;br /&gt;Give me your heart, make it real&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't forget about it&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't forget about it&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't forget about it&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't forget about it&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't forget about it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-113646793861131287?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113646793861131287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=113646793861131287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113646793861131287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113646793861131287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/santana-ft-rob-thomas-smooth.html' title='Santana ft. Rob Thomas - Smooth'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-113541399034721372</id><published>2005-12-24T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T09:46:30.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loudon Wainwright - Hard Day On The Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The dollar went down and the President said&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s in charge, now?” I don’t know, take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;A new disease every day and the old ones are coming back&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking kind of gray, like they’re going to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t turn on the TV, don’t show me the paper&lt;br /&gt;(I) don’t want to know he got kidnapped or why they all raped her&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on vacation ‘till the pressure lets up&lt;br /&gt;But they keep hijacking airplanes and blowing them up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a hard day on the planet&lt;br /&gt;How much is it all worth?&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting harder to understand it&lt;br /&gt;Things are tough all over on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hot in December and cold in July&lt;br /&gt;When it rains it pours out of a poisonous sky&lt;br /&gt;In California the body counts keep getting higher&lt;br /&gt;It’s evil out there, man that state is always on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a system, but they can’t seem to win&lt;br /&gt;Even Bob Geldorf looks alarmingly thin&lt;br /&gt;I got to get on that shuttle get me out of this place&lt;br /&gt;But there’s gonna be warfare up there in outer space&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got clothes on my back and shoes on my feet&lt;br /&gt;A roof over my head and something to eat&lt;br /&gt;My kids are all healthy and my folks are alive&lt;br /&gt;You know, it’s amazing but sometimes I think I’ll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got all of my fingers and all of my toes&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretty well off I guess, I suppose&lt;br /&gt;So how come I feel bad so much of the time?&lt;br /&gt;A man ain’t an island—John Dunn wasn’t lying&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;It’s business as usual; some things never change&lt;br /&gt;It’s unfair, it’s tough, unkind and it’s strange&lt;br /&gt;We don’t seem to learn; we can’t seem to stop&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some explosions would close up the shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, maybe that would be fine: we would be off the hook&lt;br /&gt;We resolved all our problems, never mind what it took&lt;br /&gt;And it all would be over, finito, the end&lt;br /&gt;Until the survivers started up all over again&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-113541399034721372?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113541399034721372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=113541399034721372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113541399034721372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113541399034721372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/loudon-wainwright-hard-day-on-planet.html' title='Loudon Wainwright - Hard Day On The Planet'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-113387078613156098</id><published>2005-12-06T13:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:07:28.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>George Michael - Mothers Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh she knows&lt;br /&gt;She takes his hand&lt;br /&gt;And prays the child will understand&lt;br /&gt;At the door they watch the men go by&lt;br /&gt;in the clothes that daddy wore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's pride&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy&lt;br /&gt;His fathers eyes&lt;br /&gt;He's a soldier waiting for war&lt;br /&gt;Time will come&lt;br /&gt;He'll hold a gun&lt;br /&gt;His father's son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he grows&lt;br /&gt;He hears the band&lt;br /&gt;Takes the step from boy to man&lt;br /&gt;And at the shore she waves her son goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Like the man she did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's pride&lt;br /&gt;Just a boy&lt;br /&gt;His country's eyes&lt;br /&gt;He's a soldier waving at the shore&lt;br /&gt;And in her heart the time has come&lt;br /&gt;To lose a son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the husbands, all the sons, all the lovers gone&lt;br /&gt;They make no difference&lt;br /&gt;No difference in the end&lt;br /&gt;Still hear the woman say your father died a hero&lt;br /&gt;In the name of God and man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's pride&lt;br /&gt;Crazy boy&lt;br /&gt;His lifeless eyes&lt;br /&gt;He's a soldier now forevermore&lt;br /&gt;He'll hold a gun 'till kingdom come"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-113387078613156098?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113387078613156098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=113387078613156098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113387078613156098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113387078613156098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/george-michael-mothers-pride.html' title='George Michael - Mothers Pride'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-113379968862730398</id><published>2005-12-05T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:07:08.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallo Venray - Tuck The Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Tuck is a man&lt;br /&gt;and he likes to be a man&lt;br /&gt;and he knows he can love a woman that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck wants to be an actor&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't mention it that much&lt;br /&gt;he says it's a dream but it doesn't pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck was good at school&lt;br /&gt;that's where he met his first girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;and he's still with her up to this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck has a job&lt;br /&gt;and he likes to work hard&lt;br /&gt;and he knows he can pay the bills he has to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'm gonna be an actor&lt;br /&gt;and sing a song to the girl I'm after&lt;br /&gt;I bin waiting so long I want to have her&lt;br /&gt;and my love is so strong&lt;br /&gt;I'll die if I won' t have her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I get to her lips&lt;br /&gt;we'll give a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and fill the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;we felt so long in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll be the one with the sun in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she'll be the one with the sun in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she'll be the one with the sun with the sun with the sun in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck is a man&lt;br /&gt;and he likes to be a man&lt;br /&gt;and he knows he can love a woman that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck is doing the best he can&lt;br /&gt;and he says doing less&lt;br /&gt;would be wrong the wrong thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'm gonna be an actor&lt;br /&gt;and sing a song to the girl I'm after&lt;br /&gt;I bin waiting so long I want to have her&lt;br /&gt;and my love is so strong&lt;br /&gt;I'll die if I won' t have her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I get to her lips&lt;br /&gt;we'll give a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and fill the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;we felt so long in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll be the one with the sun in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she'll be the one with the sun in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she'll be the one with the sun with the sun with the sun in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll be the one with the sun in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she'll be the one with the sun in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she'll be the one with the sun with the sun with the sun in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUCK IS A MAN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-113379968862730398?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113379968862730398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=113379968862730398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113379968862730398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113379968862730398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/hallo-venray-tuck-man.html' title='Hallo Venray - Tuck The Man'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-113292213746503330</id><published>2005-11-25T13:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T13:35:37.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dire Straits - Why Worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Baby I see this world has made you sad&lt;br /&gt;Some people can be bad&lt;br /&gt;The things they do, the things they say&lt;br /&gt;But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll chase away those restless fears&lt;br /&gt;That turn your blue skies into grey&lt;br /&gt;Why worry, there should be laughter after the pain&lt;br /&gt;There should be sunshine after rain&lt;br /&gt;These things have always been the same&lt;br /&gt;So why worry now&lt;br /&gt;Baby when I get down I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;And you make sense of what I do&lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't hard to say&lt;br /&gt;But baby just when this world seems mean and cold&lt;br /&gt;Our love comes shining red and gold&lt;br /&gt;And all the rest is by the way&lt;br /&gt;Why worry, there should be laughter after pain&lt;br /&gt;There should be sunsh    ine after rain&lt;br /&gt;These things have always been the same&lt;br /&gt;So why worry now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-113292213746503330?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113292213746503330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=113292213746503330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113292213746503330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113292213746503330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/dire-straits-why-worry.html' title='Dire Straits - Why Worry'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-113216302532445345</id><published>2005-11-16T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:43:45.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jose Luis Encinas &amp; Mari Carmen Segura - Buscame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Papelillos de colores&lt;br /&gt;Luces ardientes de los carteles en las paredes&lt;br /&gt;Unos que salen y otros que vienen&lt;br /&gt;Solo falta que la orquesta suba a su sitio&lt;br /&gt;Las ilusiones para esta noche se haran posible&lt;br /&gt;Tras sus sonidos&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el baile comience ya me habre ido&lt;br /&gt;Pero dejare pistas para probar todos tus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el baile comience ya me habre idoSigue mi amor, sigue mis latidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso, búscame amor mio,&lt;br /&gt;Búscame te digo,&lt;br /&gt;Búscame&lt;br /&gt;Hasta las luces de la mañana&lt;br /&gt;Por eso, búscame amor mio,&lt;br /&gt;Búscame te digo,&lt;br /&gt;Búscame&lt;br /&gt;Porque esta noche bailo contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que la noche es noche todas las bellas pierden zapatos&lt;br /&gt;Para que puedas seguir los pasos de la leyenda&lt;br /&gt;Miralas con buenos ojos&lt;br /&gt;Solo son parte de un viejo juego que nunca falten&lt;br /&gt;Pistas de amor y rastro de estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el baile comience ya me habre ido&lt;br /&gt;Mi perfume en el aire, la puerta abierta seran mis signos&lt;br /&gt;Baila hasta el fin, esta noche de pasion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-113216302532445345?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113216302532445345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=113216302532445345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113216302532445345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113216302532445345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/jose-luis-encinas-mari-carmen-segura.html' title='Jose Luis Encinas &amp; Mari Carmen Segura - Buscame'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-113161441502629777</id><published>2005-11-10T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T10:20:15.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Postal Service - Such Great Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I am thinking it's a sign&lt;br /&gt;that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images&lt;br /&gt;and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned&lt;br /&gt;And I have to speculate&lt;br /&gt;that God himself did make&lt;br /&gt;us into corresponding shapes&lt;br /&gt;like puzzle pieces from the clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true, it may seem like a stretch&lt;br /&gt;but it's thoughts like this that catch&lt;br /&gt;my troubled head when you're away&lt;br /&gt;when I am missing you to death&lt;br /&gt;when you are out there on the road&lt;br /&gt;for several weeks of shows&lt;br /&gt;and when you scan the radio&lt;br /&gt;I hope this song will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will see us waving from such great heights,&lt;br /&gt;"come down now", they'll say&lt;br /&gt;but everything looks perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;"come down now", but we'll stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to leave&lt;br /&gt;this all on your machine&lt;br /&gt;but the persistent beat it sounded thin&lt;br /&gt;upon listening&lt;br /&gt;and that frankly will not fly&lt;br /&gt;you will hear the shrillest highs&lt;br /&gt;and lowest lows with the windows down&lt;br /&gt;when this is guiding you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will see us waving from such great heights,&lt;br /&gt;"come down now", they'll say&lt;br /&gt;but everything looks perfect from far away&lt;br /&gt;"come down now", but we'll stay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-113161441502629777?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113161441502629777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=113161441502629777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113161441502629777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113161441502629777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/postal-service-such-great-heights.html' title='Postal Service - Such Great Heights'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-113049214646041431</id><published>2005-10-28T11:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:35:46.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down - Here Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"A hundred days had made me older&lt;br /&gt;since the last time that I've saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lights had made me colder and I don’t think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles had separate&lt;br /&gt;They disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rollin&lt;br /&gt;As the people either way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know,&lt;br /&gt;And anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it won’t take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls,&lt;br /&gt;When it’s all said and done&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it won’t take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it’s only you and me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-113049214646041431?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113049214646041431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=113049214646041431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113049214646041431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113049214646041431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/3-doors-down-here-without-you.html' title='3 Doors Down - Here Without You'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-113036377656159095</id><published>2005-10-26T23:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:56:16.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Billie Holiday - I'll Be Seeing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'll be seeing you&lt;br /&gt;In all the old familiar places&lt;br /&gt;That this heart of mine embraces&lt;br /&gt;All day and through&lt;br /&gt;In that small cafe&lt;br /&gt;The park across the way&lt;br /&gt;The children's carrousel&lt;br /&gt;The chestnut trees&lt;br /&gt;The wishing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you&lt;br /&gt;In every lovely summer's day&lt;br /&gt;In everything that's light and gay&lt;br /&gt;I'll always think of you that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find in the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;And when the night is new&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking at the moon&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be seeing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you&lt;br /&gt;In every lovely summer's day&lt;br /&gt;In everything that's light and gay&lt;br /&gt;I'll always think of you that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find in the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;And when the night is new&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking at the moon&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be seeing you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-113036377656159095?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113036377656159095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=113036377656159095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113036377656159095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/113036377656159095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/billie-holiday-ill-be-seeing-you.html' title='Billie Holiday - I&apos;ll Be Seeing You'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112997591408866004</id><published>2005-10-22T12:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T12:11:54.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosario Flores - Como Quieres Que Te Quiera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Como quieres que te quiera&lt;br /&gt;Como quieres si no estas aqui&lt;br /&gt;Como quieres que te quiera&lt;br /&gt;Sino te das a mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subire montañas&lt;br /&gt;Y al rio llorare&lt;br /&gt;Y mi corazon me grita&lt;br /&gt;Me aprisiona sin querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quieres que te quiera&lt;br /&gt;Sino te tengo aqui&lt;br /&gt;Como quieres que te quiera&lt;br /&gt;Tan lejos ya de mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quieres que te quiera&lt;br /&gt;Sino te das a mi&lt;br /&gt;Como quieres que te quiera&lt;br /&gt;Si se que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sostiene que el viento&lt;br /&gt;Me lleva a donde estes&lt;br /&gt;Y mi corazon me grita&lt;br /&gt;Me apriciona sin querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo vivire&lt;br /&gt;Cantando alas estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Por el dia aquel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, yo soñare&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida me entrega&lt;br /&gt;Lo que tuve ayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mi corazon me grita&lt;br /&gt;Me apriciona sin querer&lt;br /&gt;Yo viviere&lt;br /&gt;Cantando a las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Por el dia aquel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soñare&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida me entrega&lt;br /&gt;Lo que tuve ayer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112997591408866004?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112997591408866004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112997591408866004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112997591408866004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112997591408866004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/rosario-flores-como-quieres-que-te.html' title='Rosario Flores - Como Quieres Que Te Quiera'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112988910943807220</id><published>2005-10-21T12:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T12:05:09.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Sinatra - I've Got You Under My Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I´ve got you under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I´ve got you deep in the heart of me.&lt;br /&gt;So deep in my heart that you´re really a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I´ve got you under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I tried so not to give in.I said to myself:&lt;br /&gt;"This affair never will go so well."&lt;br /&gt;But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well,&lt;br /&gt;I´ve got you under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I´d sacrfice anything, come what might, for the sake of having you near.&lt;br /&gt;In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night and repeats, repeats in my ear:&lt;br /&gt;Don´t you know, little fool, you never can win.&lt;br /&gt;Use your mentality, wake up to reality."&lt;br /&gt;But each time that I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin,&lt;br /&gt;cause I´ve got you under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I would sacrifice anything, come what might, for the sake of having you near.&lt;br /&gt;In spite of a warning voice that comes in the nightand repeats, how it yells in my ear:&lt;br /&gt;Don´t you know, little fool, you never can win.&lt;br /&gt;Why not use your mentality, step up, wake up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;But each time I do, jus tthe thought of you&lt;br /&gt;makes me stop just before I begin,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I´ve got you under my skin. Yes, I´ve got you under my skin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112988910943807220?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112988910943807220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112988910943807220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112988910943807220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112988910943807220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/frank-sinatra-ive-got-you-under-my.html' title='Frank Sinatra - I&apos;ve Got You Under My Skin'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112984362260196493</id><published>2005-10-20T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:27:02.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Disarm you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;And cut you like you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Cut that little child&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me and such a part of you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a little boy&lt;br /&gt;So old in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And what I choose is my choice&lt;br /&gt;What’s a boy supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;I send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disarm you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;And leave you like they left me here&lt;br /&gt;To wither in denial&lt;br /&gt;The bitterness of one who’s left alone&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a little boy&lt;br /&gt;So old in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And what I choose is my voice&lt;br /&gt;What’s a boy supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;I send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112984362260196493?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112984362260196493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112984362260196493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112984362260196493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112984362260196493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/smashing-pumpkins-disarm.html' title='Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112867958783284028</id><published>2005-10-07T11:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T12:06:27.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Jam - Present Tense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Do you see the way that tree bends?&lt;br /&gt;Does it inspire?&lt;br /&gt;Leaning out to catch the sun's rays&lt;br /&gt;A lesson to be applied&lt;br /&gt;Are you getting something out of this all encompassing trip?&lt;br /&gt;You can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets, oh&lt;br /&gt;Or you can come to terms and realize&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who can't forgive yourself, oh&lt;br /&gt;Makes much more sense to live in the present tense&lt;br /&gt;Have you ideas on how this life ends?&lt;br /&gt;Checked your hands and studied the lines&lt;br /&gt;Have you the belief that the road ahead ascends off into the light?&lt;br /&gt;Seems that needlessly it's getting harder&lt;br /&gt;To find an approach and a way to live&lt;br /&gt;Are we getting something out of this all-encompassing trip?&lt;br /&gt;You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, oh&lt;br /&gt;Or you can come to terms and realize&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, oh&lt;br /&gt;Makes much more sense to live in the present tense"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112867958783284028?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112867958783284028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112867958783284028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112867958783284028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112867958783284028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/pearl-jam-present-tense.html' title='Pearl Jam - Present Tense'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112800692316361399</id><published>2005-09-29T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:15:23.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebo &amp; Cigala - Inolvidable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"En la vida hay amores que nunca pueden olvidarse,&lt;br /&gt;Imborrables momentos que siempre guarda el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Porque aquello que un día nos hizo temblar de alegría&lt;br /&gt;Es mentira que pueda olvidarse con nuevo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He besado otros labios buscando nuevas ansiedades&lt;br /&gt;Y otros brazos extraños me estrechan llenos de emoción,&lt;br /&gt;Pero sólo consiguen hacerme recordar los tuyos&lt;br /&gt;Que inolvidablemente vivirán en mí..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112800692316361399?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112800692316361399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112800692316361399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112800692316361399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112800692316361399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/bebo-cigala-inolvidable.html' title='Bebo &amp; Cigala - Inolvidable'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112769115897856869</id><published>2005-09-26T01:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:32:38.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Colour Scene - Here In My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I feel a love that's so hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come kiss me and take this despair&lt;br /&gt;Let the morning time dapple its light in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Like warm running water in snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I fear a love of jealousy and pain&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the race 'tween the foolish and vain&lt;br /&gt;Come the morning time whistle and take you away&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun always burns in the Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that all I'm saying is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Etched in the night-time and rhymed in a song&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow I'll lighten up and drink to the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who love without asking for loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forsake me, the morning time plays at the children's door&lt;br /&gt;If you leave me then what would I tell them you're leaving for..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112769115897856869?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112769115897856869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112769115897856869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112769115897856869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112769115897856869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/ocean-colour-scene-here-in-my-heart.html' title='Ocean Colour Scene - Here In My Heart'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112747559682997775</id><published>2005-09-23T13:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:39:56.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Björk - Come To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Come to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;Protect you&lt;br /&gt;Calm, calm down&lt;br /&gt;You're exhausted&lt;br /&gt;Come lie down&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to explain&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;That I adore you&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you.&lt;br /&gt;So don't make me say it&lt;br /&gt;It would burst the bubble&lt;br /&gt;Break the charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump off&lt;br /&gt;Your building's on fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'll catch you, I'll catch you&lt;br /&gt;Destroy all that is keeping you back&lt;br /&gt;And then i'll nurse you&lt;br /&gt;I'll nurse you&lt;br /&gt;I'll touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;That I adore you&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you.&lt;br /&gt;So don't make me say it&lt;br /&gt;It would burst the bubble&lt;br /&gt;Break the charm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112747559682997775?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112747559682997775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112747559682997775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112747559682997775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112747559682997775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/bjrk-come-to-me.html' title='Björk - Come To Me'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112724779476269318</id><published>2005-09-20T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:23:14.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespears Sister - Hello (Turn Your Radio On)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Woke up this morning and the streets were full of cars&lt;br /&gt;All bright and shiny like they'd just arrived from Mars&lt;br /&gt;And as I stumbled through last nights drunken debris&lt;br /&gt;The paperboy screamed out the headlines in the street&lt;br /&gt;Another war and now the pound is looking weak&lt;br /&gt;And tell me have you read about the latest freak?&lt;br /&gt;We're bingo numbers and our names are obsolete&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel bitter when i should be feeling sweet&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello turn your radio on&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there?&lt;br /&gt;Help me sing my song&lt;br /&gt;La la la life is a strange thing&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you learned how to use it&lt;br /&gt;It's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning and my head was in a daze&lt;br /&gt;A brave new world has dawned upon the human race&lt;br /&gt;Where words are meaning less and everything's surreal&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have to reach my friends to find out how i feel&lt;br /&gt;And if I taste the honey is it really sweet&lt;br /&gt;And do I eat it with my hands or with my feet?&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody really listen when i speak&lt;br /&gt;Or will I have to say it all again next week&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello turn your radio on&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there?&lt;br /&gt;Help me sing my song&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello turn your radio on&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;La la la life is a strange thing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a strange thing&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello turn your radio on&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there?&lt;br /&gt;Help me sing my song&lt;br /&gt;La la la life is a strange thing&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you learned how to use it&lt;br /&gt;it's gone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112724779476269318?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112724779476269318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112724779476269318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112724779476269318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112724779476269318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/shakespears-sister-hello-turn-your.html' title='Shakespears Sister - Hello (Turn Your Radio On)'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112673337106912178</id><published>2005-09-14T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:29:31.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Bon Jovi - Bang A Drum (OST Young Guns 2)</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not religous, just a 'hopeless' romantic, a dreamer, a writer, a poet and an idealist. Let me dream a bit more, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night to you all! Tomorrow will be a new bright day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I went to see the preacher&lt;br /&gt;To teach me how to pray&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and smiled&lt;br /&gt;Then the preacher turned away&lt;br /&gt;He said if you want to tell him something&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta fold your hands&lt;br /&gt;Say it with your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your soul and believe it&lt;br /&gt;And I'd say amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for the sinners&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for the sins&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for the losers&lt;br /&gt;And those who win&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum bang it loudly&lt;br /&gt;Or as soft as you need&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for yourself son&lt;br /&gt;And a drum for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called upon my brother just the&lt;br /&gt;Other day, he said: John I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;Die if I don't start to live again&lt;br /&gt;I work each day and night like clockwork&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;I could kick this bad world's ass&lt;br /&gt;If I could just get on my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd bang a drum for the dying&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for the truth&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for the innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lost in our youth&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum bang it loudly&lt;br /&gt;Or as soft as you need&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for you brother&lt;br /&gt;And a drum for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where all the rivers run&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how far, I don't know how come&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna die believin'&lt;br /&gt;Each step that I take&lt;br /&gt;Ain't worth the ground that&lt;br /&gt;I walk on&lt;br /&gt;If we don't walk it our&lt;br /&gt;Own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't claim to be a wiseman&lt;br /&gt;A poet or a saint&lt;br /&gt;I'm just another man who's searching&lt;br /&gt;For a better way&lt;br /&gt;But my heart beats loud as thunder&lt;br /&gt;For the things that I believe&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna run for cover&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for the past&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for the heroes&lt;br /&gt;That won't come back&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for the promise&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for the lies&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum for the lovers&lt;br /&gt;And the tears they've cried&lt;br /&gt;Bang a drum bang it loudly&lt;br /&gt;Or as soft as you need&lt;br /&gt;But as long as my heart keeps on bangin'&lt;br /&gt;I got a reason to believe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112673337106912178?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112673337106912178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112673337106912178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112673337106912178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112673337106912178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/jon-bon-jovi-bang-drum-ost-young-guns.html' title='Jon Bon Jovi - Bang A Drum (OST Young Guns 2)'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112660295076637320</id><published>2005-09-13T11:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T11:15:50.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joaquin Sabina -  Calle Melancolía</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Como quien viaja a lomos&lt;br /&gt;de una yegua sombría&lt;br /&gt;por la ciudad camino&lt;br /&gt;no pregunteis a donde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco acaso un encuentro&lt;br /&gt;que me ilumine el día&lt;br /&gt;y no hallo mas que puertas&lt;br /&gt;que niegan lo que esconden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las chimeneas vierten&lt;br /&gt;su vómito de humo&lt;br /&gt;a un cielo cada vez&lt;br /&gt;más lejano y más alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por las paredes ocres&lt;br /&gt;se desparrama el zumo&lt;br /&gt;de una fruta de sangre&lt;br /&gt;crecida en el asfalto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, el campo estará verde&lt;br /&gt;debe ser primavera&lt;br /&gt;cruza por mi mirada&lt;br /&gt;un tren interminable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El barrio donde habito&lt;br /&gt;no es ninguna pradera&lt;br /&gt;desolado paisaje&lt;br /&gt;de antenas y de cables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVO EN EL NUMERO SIETE&lt;br /&gt;CALLE MELANCOLÍA&lt;br /&gt;QUIERO MUDARME HACE AÑOS&lt;br /&gt;AL BARRIO DE LA ALEGRÍA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERO SIEMPRE QUE LO INTENTO&lt;br /&gt;HA SALIDO YA EL TRANVÍA&lt;br /&gt;EN LA ESCALERA ME SIENTO&lt;br /&gt;A SILBAR MI MELODÍA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quien viaja a bordo&lt;br /&gt;de un barco enloquecido&lt;br /&gt;que viene de la noche&lt;br /&gt;y va a ninguna parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;así mis pies descienden&lt;br /&gt;la cuesta del olvido&lt;br /&gt;fatigados de tanto&lt;br /&gt;andar sin encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego de vuelta a casa&lt;br /&gt;enciendo un cigarrillo&lt;br /&gt;ordeno mis papeles&lt;br /&gt;resuelvo un crucigrama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enfado con las sombras&lt;br /&gt;que pueblan los pasillos&lt;br /&gt;y me abrazo a la ausencia&lt;br /&gt;que dejas en mi cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trepo por tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;como una enredadera&lt;br /&gt;que no encuentra ventanas&lt;br /&gt;donde agarrarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy esa absurda epidemia&lt;br /&gt;que sufren las aceras&lt;br /&gt;si quieres encontrarme&lt;br /&gt;ya sabes donde estoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112660295076637320?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112660295076637320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112660295076637320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112660295076637320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112660295076637320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/joaquin-sabina-calle-melancola.html' title='Joaquin Sabina -  Calle Melancolía'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112635208828935775</id><published>2005-09-10T13:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:34:48.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Cave &amp; The Bad Seeds - Black Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last night my kisses were banked in black hair&lt;br /&gt;And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black&lt;br /&gt;And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair&lt;br /&gt;And her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hair&lt;br /&gt;Shined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest black&lt;br /&gt;While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair&lt;br /&gt;Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair&lt;br /&gt;Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair&lt;br /&gt;The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life&lt;br /&gt;On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of all my whispered words, her black hair&lt;br /&gt;And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black&lt;br /&gt;All my tears cried against her milk-white throat&lt;br /&gt;Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea&lt;br /&gt;The smell of her black hair upon my pillow&lt;br /&gt;Where her head and all its black hair did rest&lt;br /&gt;Today she took a train to the West&lt;br /&gt;Today she took a train to the West&lt;br /&gt;Today she took a train to the West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112635208828935775?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112635208828935775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112635208828935775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112635208828935775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112635208828935775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/nick-cave-bad-seeds-black-hair.html' title='Nick Cave &amp; The Bad Seeds - Black Hair'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112584621102098402</id><published>2005-09-04T17:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:03:31.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Buckley - Lover, You Should've Come Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners&lt;br /&gt;Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water&lt;br /&gt;And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong&lt;br /&gt;But tonight you're on my mind so you never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it&lt;br /&gt;Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it&lt;br /&gt;Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun&lt;br /&gt;And much too blind to see the damage he's done&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see your sweet return&lt;br /&gt;Oh will I ever learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lover, you should've come over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in&lt;br /&gt;Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him&lt;br /&gt;My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her&lt;br /&gt;It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter&lt;br /&gt;It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe i'm just too young&lt;br /&gt;To keep good love from going wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... lover, you should've come over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I feel too young to hold on&lt;br /&gt;And i'm much too old to break free and run&lt;br /&gt;Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done&lt;br /&gt;Sweet lover, you should've come over&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love well i'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover, you should've come over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112584621102098402?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112584621102098402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112584621102098402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112584621102098402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112584621102098402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/jeff-buckley-lover-you-shouldve-come.html' title='Jeff Buckley - Lover, You Should&apos;ve Come Over'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112584605206950124</id><published>2005-09-04T17:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:00:52.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ismael Serrano - Ana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ana, es tan corta la vida,&lt;br /&gt;y son tantas despedidas&lt;br /&gt;llenas de promesas vanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, ¿qué será de nosotros&lt;br /&gt;cuando caigamos y otros&lt;br /&gt;ocupen nuestro lugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, ¿dónde será la batalla&lt;br /&gt;próxima en que perdamos&lt;br /&gt;la guerra contra la soledad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, volverás a escuchar&lt;br /&gt;las piedras que contra tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;lanzó la felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanzó la felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, es tan corta la vida,&lt;br /&gt;quizás me vuelva mentira&lt;br /&gt;y no te conozca mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, cuando te esconda un abrazo&lt;br /&gt;recuerda entonces el año&lt;br /&gt;en que forjamos la paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, quizás me marche y no vuelva,&lt;br /&gt;quizás me muera y no tengas&lt;br /&gt;que maldecirme jamás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, te veo y me declaro culpable&lt;br /&gt;de desear tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;más que desear la paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, ¿qué hago yo con mis canciones,&lt;br /&gt;con el manojo de escarcha,&lt;br /&gt;con mis ganas de matar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, ¿qué hago yo con las montañas&lt;br /&gt;de papeles que he firmado&lt;br /&gt;jurando morir o amar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurando morir o amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112584605206950124?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112584605206950124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112584605206950124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112584605206950124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112584605206950124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/ismael-serrano-ana.html' title='Ismael Serrano - Ana'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112549058883570695</id><published>2005-08-31T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:24:09.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Words like violence&lt;br /&gt;Break the silence&lt;br /&gt;Come crashing in&lt;br /&gt;Into my little world&lt;br /&gt;Painful to me&lt;br /&gt;Pierce right through me&lt;br /&gt;Can't you understand&lt;br /&gt;Oh my little girl&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;All I ever needed&lt;br /&gt;Is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Words are very unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;They can only do harm&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vows are spoken&lt;br /&gt;To be broken&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are intense&lt;br /&gt;Words are trivial&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures remain&lt;br /&gt;So does the pain&lt;br /&gt;Words are meaningless&lt;br /&gt;And forgettable&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;All I ever needed&lt;br /&gt;Is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Words are very unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;They can only do harm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112549058883570695?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112549058883570695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112549058883570695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112549058883570695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112549058883570695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/depeche-mode-enjoy-silence.html' title='Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112522962839300968</id><published>2005-08-28T13:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T13:47:08.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acda &amp; de Munnik - Als Je Bij Me Weggaat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ik ken je nu een dag of twee --- I know you now for a day or two&lt;br /&gt;Wil je nu al nooit meer missen --- I already never ever want to miss you &lt;br /&gt;Besef ineens dat het nu beginnen gaat --- Realise suddenly that it is starting now&lt;br /&gt;En ik vraag me stiekem af --- and secrectly think of&lt;br /&gt;Wat ik zou doen als jij zou sterven --- what I would do if you would die&lt;br /&gt;Of een ander vindt of mij gewoon verlaat --- or find someone else or just leave me &lt;br /&gt;En op slag ben ik jaloers --- and suddenly i am jealous&lt;br /&gt;En denk aan vreselijke dingen --- and think of horrible things&lt;br /&gt;Die nu komen gaan omdat ik zo van je hou --- that are going to come because I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Waarom kan ik niet gewoon hier zijn --- why can't I just be here&lt;br /&gt;Zonder te verdwalen --- without getting lost&lt;br /&gt;Waarom kan ik niet gewoon hier zijn bij jou --- why can't I just be here with you like this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En dan kan ik het niet laten --- and then I cant help it&lt;br /&gt;Met geen leger te bedwingen --- no army can contain me&lt;br /&gt;Stap ik zachtjes uit het bed en pak een bier --- I quietly slip out of bed and grab a beer&lt;br /&gt;En terwijl ik naar je kijk --- and while I am looking at you&lt;br /&gt;Hoe jij in ons bed ligt te slapen --- how you are sleeping in our bed&lt;br /&gt;Schrijf ik huilend die twee regels op papier --- I write those two lines on paper (...the ones that start with 'waarom'... see above :) ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als je bij me weggaat --- if you leave me&lt;br /&gt;Mag ik dan met je mee? --- can I come with you then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112522962839300968?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112522962839300968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112522962839300968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112522962839300968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112522962839300968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/acda-de-munnik-als-je-bij-me-weggaat.html' title='Acda &amp; de Munnik - Als Je Bij Me Weggaat'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112522955178919937</id><published>2005-08-28T13:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T13:45:51.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guus Meeuwis - Eerste Lief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'t is alweer een tijd geleden -- It was actually a while ago now&lt;br /&gt;Soms dwaal je ineens weer door mijn hoofd -- Sometimes you suddenly wander through my head again&lt;br /&gt;Zou ik dan nog wat voor je voelen -- Would I still feel something for you&lt;br /&gt;Is het vuur nog niet gedoofd -- Has the fire not been put out yet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Zie ik je ook ineens weer lopen -- I see you walking suddenly too&lt;br /&gt;Je wilde haren door de wind -- your wild hairs in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Mens, wat waren we verliefd toen -- Man, how we were in love&lt;br /&gt;Onbezonnen, jong en wild -- thoughtless, young and wild&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maar tussen jouw wereld en de mijne -- but between your world and mine&lt;br /&gt;Zit nu een wereld van verschil -- is now a world of difference&lt;br /&gt;Jij woont nu ergens in..weet ik veel -- you live now in... I dont know where&lt;br /&gt;En ook de telefoon blijft stil -- and the phone remains silent too&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Zou ik je nu nog steeds herkennen -- Would I still recognise you now&lt;br /&gt;Als ik je tegenkwam op straat -- if I'd meet you on the street&lt;br /&gt;Zou ik dan weer hetzelfde voelen -- would I feel the same again as then&lt;br /&gt;Als of vandaag nooit heeft bestaan -- as if today has never existed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ben je nog net zo mooi als vroeger -- are you still as beautiful as back then&lt;br /&gt;Heb je een vriend, ben je getrouwd -- do you have a boyfriend, are you married&lt;br /&gt;En denk je ook nog weleens aan me -- and do you ever think of me too&lt;br /&gt;Of laat het je..volkomen koud -- or does it leave you totally cold&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Uren konden we toen lullen -- for hours we could bullshit&lt;br /&gt;Vrijen 's nachts, op het strand - making love at night, on the beach&lt;br /&gt;En waarom het toch nog misliep - and why it went wrong anyway&lt;br /&gt;Ik denk te jong nog voor zo'n band - I think too young for such a strong tie&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maar het is waar wat ze zeggen -- But it is what they say&lt;br /&gt;Je eerste lief vergeet je nooit -- your first love you never forget&lt;br /&gt;Als een gevoel dat diepgevroren -- as a feeling that deepfrozen&lt;br /&gt;Soms ineens ook weer ontdooit -- sometimes also suddenly de-frosts again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hoe zal het zijn, voor heel even - How will it be, for a very short while&lt;br /&gt;Met jou terug weer naar die tijd - with you back in time&lt;br /&gt;Nou wat zou dan mooier zijn - well, what would be more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Een herinnering of de realiteit - a memory or reality&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maar tussen jouw wereld en de mijne -- but between your world and mine&lt;br /&gt;Zit nu een wereld van verschil -- is now a world of difference&lt;br /&gt;Jij woont nu ergens in..weet ik veel -- you live now in... I dont know where&lt;br /&gt;En ook de telefoon blijft stil -- and the phone remains silent too&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Zou ik je nu nog steeds herkennen -- Would I still recognise you now&lt;br /&gt;Als ik je tegenkwam op straat -- if I'd meet you on the street&lt;br /&gt;Zou ik dan weer hetzelfde voelen -- would I feel the same again as then&lt;br /&gt;Als of vandaag nooit heeft bestaan -- as if today has never existed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112522955178919937?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112522955178919937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112522955178919937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112522955178919937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112522955178919937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/guus-meeuwis-eerste-lief.html' title='Guus Meeuwis - Eerste Lief'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112471885986237207</id><published>2005-08-22T15:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:54:19.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Jam - Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I seem to recognize your face&lt;br /&gt;Haunting, familiar, yet I can’t seem to place it&lt;br /&gt;Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name&lt;br /&gt;Lifetimes are catching up with me&lt;br /&gt;All these changes taking place,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I’d seen the place&lt;br /&gt;But no one’s ever taken me&lt;br /&gt;Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I recognize your breath&lt;br /&gt;Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising&lt;br /&gt;Me you wouldn’t recall, for&lt;br /&gt;I’m not my former&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard when you’re stuck upon the shelf&lt;br /&gt;I changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that’s what no one wants to see&lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream...hello...&lt;br /&gt;My God it’s been so long, never dreamed you’d return&lt;br /&gt;But now here you are, and here I am&lt;br /&gt;Hearts and thoughts they fade...away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...&lt;br /&gt;Hearts and thoughts they fade...away...&lt;br /&gt;Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...&lt;br /&gt;Hearts and thoughts they fade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112471885986237207?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112471885986237207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112471885986237207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112471885986237207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112471885986237207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/pearl-jam-elderly-woman-behind-counter.html' title='Pearl Jam - Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112436750465083227</id><published>2005-08-18T14:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T14:18:24.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Vives - Tu Amor Eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Como acercarme &lt;br /&gt;a tu boca.&lt;br /&gt;Como sentir de tus labios &lt;br /&gt;su fuego en mi piel. &lt;br /&gt;Como ganarme &lt;br /&gt;tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;Como pedir a tus ojos &lt;br /&gt;que miren por mí. &lt;br /&gt;Como ser tu dulce cuento.&lt;br /&gt;Una señal en tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Como ser miel en tus labios&lt;br /&gt;y renacer de tus manos. &lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser tu amor eterno. &lt;br /&gt;Como ser tu caramelo. &lt;br /&gt;Tu fuerte deseo. &lt;br /&gt;Razón de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;que han nacido adentro. &lt;br /&gt;Caricias escritas de rojo deseo. &lt;br /&gt;Las cosas secretas &lt;br /&gt;de tu pensamiento. &lt;br /&gt;Ay lei lai lei lai lei lai lá &lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser tu caramelo &lt;br /&gt;Lai lai lai lei la lei lai lá &lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser tu amor eterno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sentirte &lt;br /&gt;enamorada. &lt;br /&gt;Como pedir a tu almohada &lt;br /&gt;que te hable de mí. &lt;br /&gt;Como ser sueño &lt;br /&gt;entre tus sueños &lt;br /&gt;y despertar en un beso &lt;br /&gt;que no tenga fin. &lt;br /&gt;Como ser tu dulce cuento.&lt;br /&gt;Una señal en tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Como ser miel en tus labios&lt;br /&gt;y renacer de tus manos. &lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser tu amor eterno. &lt;br /&gt;Como ser tu caramelo. &lt;br /&gt;Tu fuerte deseo. &lt;br /&gt;Razón de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;que han nacido adentro. &lt;br /&gt;Caricias escritas de rojo deseo. &lt;br /&gt;Las cosas secretas &lt;br /&gt;de tu pensamiento. &lt;br /&gt;Brotar desde el suelo. &lt;br /&gt;Subir hasta el cielo. &lt;br /&gt;Volando en las alas &lt;br /&gt;de un amor inmenso. &lt;br /&gt;Pintar de tus labios &lt;br /&gt;el azul del cielo. &lt;br /&gt;Jurarnos por siempre &lt;br /&gt;nuestro amor eterno. &lt;br /&gt;Ay lei lai lei lai lei lai lá &lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser tu caramelo &lt;br /&gt;Lai lai lai lei la lei lai lá &lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser tu amor eterno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112436750465083227?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112436750465083227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112436750465083227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112436750465083227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112436750465083227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/carlos-vives-tu-amor-eterno.html' title='Carlos Vives - Tu Amor Eterno'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112341680579100761</id><published>2005-08-07T14:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T14:13:25.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibrahim Ferrer &amp; Omara Portuondo - Silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Duermen en mi jardin&lt;br /&gt;las blancas azucenas, los nardos y las rosas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma muuuuy triste y pesarosa&lt;br /&gt;a las flores quiere ocultar su amaaaaaargo dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero que las flores sepan&lt;br /&gt;los tormentos que me da la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si supieran lo que estoy sufriendo&lt;br /&gt;por mis penas llorarían también.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silencio, que están durmiendo&lt;br /&gt;los nardos y las azucenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que sepan mis penas&lt;br /&gt;porque si me ven llorando morirán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112341680579100761?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112341680579100761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112341680579100761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112341680579100761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112341680579100761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/ibrahim-ferrer-omara-portuondo.html' title='Ibrahim Ferrer &amp; Omara Portuondo - Silencio'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112205616896529951</id><published>2005-07-22T20:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:16:08.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Live - Dance With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sittin’ on the beach&lt;br /&gt;The island king of love&lt;br /&gt;Deep in Fijian seas&lt;br /&gt;Deep in some blissful dream&lt;br /&gt;Where the goddess finally sleeps&lt;br /&gt;In the lap of her lover&lt;br /&gt;Subdued in all her rage&lt;br /&gt;And I’m aglow with the taste of the demons driven out&lt;br /&gt;And happily replaced with the presence of real love&lt;br /&gt;The only one who saves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I see a world where people live and die with grace&lt;br /&gt;The karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds&lt;br /&gt;And lead us back to a world we would not face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stillness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Convinces me that i&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know a thing&lt;br /&gt;And I been around the world and I’ve tasted all the wines&lt;br /&gt;A half a billion times came sickened to your shores&lt;br /&gt;You show me what this life is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I see a world where people live and die with grace&lt;br /&gt;The karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds&lt;br /&gt;And lead us back to a world we would not face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this altered state&lt;br /&gt;Full of so much pain and rage&lt;br /&gt;You know we got to find a way to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sittin’ on the beach&lt;br /&gt;The island king of love&lt;br /&gt;Deep in fijian seas&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of it all where the goddess finally sleeps&lt;br /&gt;After eons of war and lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;She smilin’ and free, nothin’ left&lt;br /&gt;But a cracking voice and a song, oh lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I see a world where people live and die with grace&lt;br /&gt;The karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds&lt;br /&gt;And lead us back to a world we would not face&lt;br /&gt;We would not face&lt;br /&gt;We would not face&lt;br /&gt;We would not face&lt;br /&gt;We would not face&lt;br /&gt;We would not face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112205616896529951?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112205616896529951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112205616896529951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112205616896529951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112205616896529951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/live-dance-with-you.html' title='Live - Dance With You'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112169689346144872</id><published>2005-07-18T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:28:13.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream, dream, dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E. V. Lucas&lt;/span&gt;, 365 Days and One More&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112169689346144872?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112169689346144872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112169689346144872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112169689346144872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112169689346144872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/dream-dream-dream.html' title='Dream, dream, dream...'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112169376285947662</id><published>2005-07-18T15:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:36:02.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Edith Piaf - Hymne A L'Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer,&lt;br /&gt;Et la terre peut bien s'écrouler,&lt;br /&gt;Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes,&lt;br /&gt;Je me fous du monde entier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tant qu' l'amour innondera mes matins,&lt;br /&gt;Tant qu'mon corps frémira sous tes mains,&lt;br /&gt;Peu m'importent les problèmes,&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour, puisque tu m'aimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde,&lt;br /&gt;Je me ferais teindre en blonde,&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais.&lt;br /&gt;J'irais décrocher la lune,&lt;br /&gt;J'irais voler la fortune,&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais.&lt;br /&gt;Je renierais ma patrie,&lt;br /&gt;Je renierais mes amis,&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais.&lt;br /&gt;On peut bien rire de moi,&lt;br /&gt;Je ferais n'importe quoi,&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si un jour, la vie t'arrache à moi,&lt;br /&gt;Si tu meurs, que tu sois loin de moi,&lt;br /&gt;Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes,&lt;br /&gt;Car moi je mourrais aussi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous aurons pour nous l'éternité,&lt;br /&gt;Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité,&lt;br /&gt;Dans le ciel, plus de problème,&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour, crois-tu qu'on s'aime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112169376285947662?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112169376285947662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112169376285947662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112169376285947662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112169376285947662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/edith-piaf-hymne-lamour.html' title='Edith Piaf - Hymne A L&apos;Amour'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112167406453151439</id><published>2005-07-18T10:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:07:44.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Vives - El Amor De Mi Tierra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Para adorarte con esa locura&lt;br /&gt;que solo tiene el amor de mi tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Para adorarte con esa locura&lt;br /&gt;que sólo tiene el amor de mi tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a regalarte en un beso la luna.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a acariciarte bajo el frío de la Sierra.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a regalarte en un beso la luna.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a acariciarte bajo el frío de la Sierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te daré una noche&lt;br /&gt;de versos y luceros&lt;br /&gt;como es la noche mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cáscara de besos&lt;br /&gt;de donde bebo a sorbos&lt;br /&gt;tu amor y tu poesía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que lleves en ti la vida mía.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que te llenes del amor de mi tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que lleves en ti la vida mía.&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo prendida del amor de mi tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por regalarte el olor de los campos&lt;br /&gt;que solo tiene la flor de mi tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Por regalarte el olor de los campos&lt;br /&gt;que solo tiene la flor de mi tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a robarte en secreto la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a ser tuyo por siempre mi negra.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a robarte en secreto la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a ser tuyo por siempre mi negra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seré la brisa fresca&lt;br /&gt;que juega entre tus faldas&lt;br /&gt;y un sol de medio día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El agua, la corriente,&lt;br /&gt;la música que cantas&lt;br /&gt;cuando te vuelves mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te daré una noche&lt;br /&gt;de cumbias y luceros&lt;br /&gt;como es la noche mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cáscara de besos&lt;br /&gt;de donde bebo a sorbos&lt;br /&gt;tu amor y tu poesía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que lleves en ti la vida mía.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que te llenes del amor de mi tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que lleves en ti la vida mía.&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo prendida del amor de mi tierra. (bis) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112167406453151439?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112167406453151439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112167406453151439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112167406453151439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112167406453151439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/carlos-vives-el-amor-de-mi-tierra.html' title='Carlos Vives - El Amor De Mi Tierra'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112151750657161606</id><published>2005-07-16T14:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T14:38:26.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just, music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"There is something very wonderful in music. Words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. It speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. Music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how; - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words; just as divine, just as blessed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112151750657161606?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112151750657161606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112151750657161606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112151750657161606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112151750657161606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-music.html' title='Just, music'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112151736396780736</id><published>2005-07-16T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T14:36:03.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Colour Scene - Robin Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When you're startin' to choke take some pills with your coke&lt;br /&gt;It's inspirational&lt;br /&gt;When your life is a mess light one more cigarette&lt;br /&gt;It's so logical&lt;br /&gt;Well it's somethin' your mother can't abide&lt;br /&gt;But it's somethin' that I freely prescribe&lt;br /&gt;Take yourself for a ride&lt;br /&gt;It never felt so good&lt;br /&gt;As the night that you and I played Robin Hood&lt;br /&gt;Stealing from the backrooms of my mind&lt;br /&gt;rememberin' a time when we were five&lt;br /&gt;A time I thought we'd left behind&lt;br /&gt;When I'm startin' to cry&lt;br /&gt;Come and sit by my side&lt;br /&gt;I will love you so&lt;br /&gt;And when the nightmares come&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be fun, even though;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared you know&lt;br /&gt;Well it's somethin' your mother can't abide&lt;br /&gt;But it's somethin' that I freely prescribe&lt;br /&gt;Take yourself for a ride&lt;br /&gt;It never felt so good&lt;br /&gt;As the night that you and I played Robin Hood&lt;br /&gt;Stealin' from the backrooms of our minds&lt;br /&gt;Stealin' from a time when we were five&lt;br /&gt;A time I thought we'd left behind&lt;br /&gt;Stealin' from the backrooms of our minds&lt;br /&gt;Stealin' from a time when we were five&lt;br /&gt;A time I thought we'd left behind&lt;br /&gt;When you're starting to choke take some pills with your coke&lt;br /&gt;It's hysterical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112151736396780736?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112151736396780736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112151736396780736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112151736396780736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112151736396780736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/ocean-colour-scene-robin-hood.html' title='Ocean Colour Scene - Robin Hood'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112118256027977589</id><published>2005-07-12T17:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T17:36:00.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Herman Van Veen - Weet Je Nog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Weet je nog...? toen de wind de bomen&lt;br /&gt;Tergde en hen de mantels van het lichaam trok&lt;br /&gt;Dat wij samen - de regen kletterde bij stromen -&lt;br /&gt;Schuilden en jij schrok&lt;br /&gt;Toen ik je zei dat dit het eind was, en voorgoed&lt;br /&gt;Onze wegen zouden scheiden&lt;br /&gt;"Mijn arme kind, 't is droevig maar het moet&lt;br /&gt;Beter is het heen te gaan",&lt;br /&gt;ik zweeg en jij schreide&lt;br /&gt;Weet je nog...?&lt;br /&gt;dat mijn hand de jouwe&lt;br /&gt;Zachtjes drukte, omdat jij spoedig zou zien&lt;br /&gt;Dat ik niet de beste was&lt;br /&gt;En dat jij door je tranen lachte en zei: "Misschien...!"&lt;br /&gt;Nu is het herfst opnieuw en regen, maar alleen&lt;br /&gt;Schuil ik onder 't lover, denk ik aan jou en - ween...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112118256027977589?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112118256027977589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112118256027977589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112118256027977589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112118256027977589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/herman-van-veen-weet-je-nog.html' title='Herman Van Veen - Weet Je Nog'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112082523672057095</id><published>2005-07-08T14:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:20:36.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 - Stay (Far Away, So Close)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Green light, seven eleven&lt;br /&gt;You stop in for a pack of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;You don't smoke, don't even want to&lt;br /&gt;I see you check your change&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up like a car crash&lt;br /&gt;The wheels are turning but you're upside down&lt;br /&gt;You say when he hits you, you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Because when he hurts you, you feel alive&lt;br /&gt;Is that what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red lights, grey morning&lt;br /&gt;You stumble out of a hole in the ground&lt;br /&gt;A vampire or a victim&lt;br /&gt;It depend's on who's around&lt;br /&gt;You used to stay in to watch the adverts&lt;br /&gt;You could lip synch to the talk shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you look, you look through me&lt;br /&gt;And if you talk it's not to me&lt;br /&gt;And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could stay... then the night would give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay, and the day would keep it's trust&lt;br /&gt;Stay, and the night would be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faraway, so close&lt;br /&gt;Up with the static and the radio&lt;br /&gt;With satelite television&lt;br /&gt;You can go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Miami, new orleans, london, belfast and berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen I can't call&lt;br /&gt;And if you jump, you just might fall&lt;br /&gt;And if you shout I'll only hear you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could stay... then the night would give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay then the day would keep it's trust&lt;br /&gt;Stay with the demons you drowned&lt;br /&gt;Stay with the spirit I found&lt;br /&gt;Stay and the night would be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet and there's no one around&lt;br /&gt;Just the bang and the clatter&lt;br /&gt;As an angel runs to ground&lt;br /&gt;Just the bang and the clatter&lt;br /&gt;As an angel hits the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112082523672057095?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112082523672057095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112082523672057095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112082523672057095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112082523672057095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/u2-stay-far-away-so-close.html' title='U2 - Stay (Far Away, So Close)'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112072515278961186</id><published>2005-07-07T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T17:24:51.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saybia - The Second You Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and leave me naked by your side&lt;br /&gt;You close the door sop I can't see&lt;br /&gt;The love you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;The love you keep for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fills me up&lt;br /&gt;It feels like living in a dream&lt;br /&gt;It fills me up so I can't see&lt;br /&gt;The love you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;The love you keep for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;It gives me time to stay&lt;br /&gt;to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;I wish by God you'd stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay awake&lt;br /&gt;I stay awake and watch you breathe&lt;br /&gt;I stay awake and watch you fly&lt;br /&gt;away into the night&lt;br /&gt;Escaping through a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;It gives me time to stay&lt;br /&gt;to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish by God you'd stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112072515278961186?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112072515278961186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112072515278961186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112072515278961186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112072515278961186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/saybia-second-you-sleep.html' title='Saybia - The Second You Sleep'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112072503752178785</id><published>2005-07-07T10:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:30:37.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maná - Eres Mi Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Iba caminando por las calles empapadas en olvido,&lt;br /&gt;iba por los parques con fantasmas y con ángeles caídos,&lt;br /&gt;iba sin luz, iba sin sol, iba sin un sentido, iba muriéndome.&lt;br /&gt;Iba volando sobre el mar con las alas rotas .&lt;br /&gt;Ay, amor, apareciste en mi vida y me curaste las heridas.&lt;br /&gt;Ay, amor, eres mi luna, eres mi sol, eres mi pán de cada día.&lt;br /&gt;Apareciste con tu luz,&lt;br /&gt;No nunca te vayas, no, no te vayas no.&lt;br /&gt;Eres la gloria de los dos, hasta la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo de ilusión, yo estaba desahuciado, estaba abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;vivía sin sentido, pero llegaste tú.&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor, tú eres mi religión,&lt;br /&gt;tu eres luz, tu eres mi sol,&lt;br /&gt;abre el corazón, abre el corazón .&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto tiempo corazón, viví en dolor y en el olvido.&lt;br /&gt;Ay, amor, eres mi bendición, mi religión, eres mi sol que cura el frío&lt;br /&gt;Apareciste con tu luz,&lt;br /&gt;Noo no, no me abandones, no nunca, mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;Gloria de los dos, tu eres sol, tu eres mi todo&lt;br /&gt;Todo, tu eres bendición&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo de ilusión, yo estaba desahuciado, estaba abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;vivía sin sentido, pero llegaste tú.&lt;br /&gt;Ay, amor, tú eres mi religión.&lt;br /&gt;Tu eres luz , tu eres mi sol,&lt;br /&gt;abre el corazón, abre el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Ay, amor, tú eres mi bendición.&lt;br /&gt;Tu eres luz, tu eres mi sol,&lt;br /&gt;abre el corazón, abre, abre el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Viviré siempre a tu lado con tu luz,&lt;br /&gt;moriré estando a tu lado, eres gloria y bendición.&lt;br /&gt;Eres tu mi bendición, eres tu mi religión, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Eres tu mi eternidad y asta eres salvación.&lt;br /&gt;No tenia nada, y hoy te tengo con la gloria,&lt;br /&gt;con la gloria, con la gloria, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor.&lt;br /&gt;Eres tu mi bendición, eres mi luz eres mi sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112072503752178785?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112072503752178785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112072503752178785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112072503752178785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112072503752178785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/man-eres-mi-religion.html' title='Maná - Eres Mi Religion'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112054719732537648</id><published>2005-07-05T08:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T17:25:36.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallo Venray - You Got Me (The Voyage)</title><content type='html'>Oooompff... beautiful, so beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I was surprised but at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't surprised at all&lt;br /&gt;And if there's a heaven, I know there is&lt;br /&gt;We can sit on a cloud and watch the sun go by&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no darkness only light&lt;br /&gt;We'll have each other&lt;br /&gt;We'll have our hopes, we'll have the day, we'll have the night&lt;br /&gt;Too much time we lost and yet it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;I may not see you tommorow&lt;br /&gt;But I'll always be by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me where I can't&lt;br /&gt;See the things I ought to see&lt;br /&gt;You brought me to a place&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed you're there with me&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you, don't leave&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you, don't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No life in loneliness&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wish there was&lt;br /&gt;There's a heart that keeps telling me that you're like the sun above&lt;br /&gt;Open my arms, come let's drift away&lt;br /&gt;to a world of forgiveness and words are not meant to say&lt;br /&gt;No heart filled with sorrow, no cry of pain&lt;br /&gt;There'll be laughter of joy and tears of happiness to rain&lt;br /&gt;Please understand the reason for this to do&lt;br /&gt;I need to tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Stay or leave for the meaning I'm loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me where I can't&lt;br /&gt;See the things I ought to see&lt;br /&gt;You brought me to a place&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed you're there with me&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you, don't leave&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you, don't leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112054719732537648?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112054719732537648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112054719732537648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112054719732537648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112054719732537648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/hallo-venray-you-got-me-voyage.html' title='Hallo Venray - You Got Me (The Voyage)'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112054306772313135</id><published>2005-07-05T07:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T07:57:47.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Neruda - El Viento En La Isla</title><content type='html'>From the collection of poems: *Los Versos Del Capitan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"El viento es un caballo&lt;br /&gt;óyelo como corre&lt;br /&gt;por el mar, por el cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiere llevarme: escucha&lt;br /&gt;cómo recorre el mundo&lt;br /&gt;para llevarme lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escóndeme en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;por esta noche sola,&lt;br /&gt;mientras la lluvia rompe&lt;br /&gt;contra el mar y la tierra&lt;br /&gt;su boca innumerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escucha cómo el viento&lt;br /&gt;me llama galopando&lt;br /&gt;para llevarme lejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tu frente en mi frente,&lt;br /&gt;con tu boca en mi boca,&lt;br /&gt;atados nuestros cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;al amor que nos quema,&lt;br /&gt;deja que el viento pase&lt;br /&gt;sin que pueda llevarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja que el viento corra&lt;br /&gt;coronado de espuma,&lt;br /&gt;que me llame y me busque&lt;br /&gt;galopando en la sombra,&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo, sumergido&lt;br /&gt;bajo tus grandes ojos,&lt;br /&gt;por esta noche sola&lt;br /&gt;descansaré, amor mío."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112054306772313135?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112054306772313135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112054306772313135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112054306772313135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112054306772313135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/pablo-neruda-el-viento-en-la-isla.html' title='Pablo Neruda - El Viento En La Isla'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112049544683929214</id><published>2005-07-04T18:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:44:50.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Depeche Mode - Somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want somebody to share&lt;br /&gt;Share the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Share my innermost thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Know my intimate details&lt;br /&gt;Someone who’ll stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;And give me support&lt;br /&gt;And in return&lt;br /&gt;She’ll get my support&lt;br /&gt;She will listen to me&lt;br /&gt;When I want to speak&lt;br /&gt;About the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And life in general&lt;br /&gt;Though my views may be wrong&lt;br /&gt;They may even be perverted&lt;br /&gt;She’ll hear me out&lt;br /&gt;And won’t easily be converted&lt;br /&gt;To my way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;In fact she’ll often disagree&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;She will understand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;For me passionately&lt;br /&gt;With every thought and&lt;br /&gt;With every breath&lt;br /&gt;Someone who’ll help me see things&lt;br /&gt;In a different light&lt;br /&gt;All the things I detest&lt;br /&gt;I will almost like&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be tied&lt;br /&gt;To anyone’s strings&lt;br /&gt;I’m carefully trying to steer clear of&lt;br /&gt;Those things&lt;br /&gt;But when I’m asleep&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody&lt;br /&gt;Who will put their arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And kiss me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Though things like this&lt;br /&gt;Make me sick&lt;br /&gt;In a case like this&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get away with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112049544683929214?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112049544683929214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112049544683929214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112049544683929214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112049544683929214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/depeche-mode-somebody.html' title='Depeche Mode - Somebody'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186400.post-112049411776881923</id><published>2005-07-04T18:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:21:57.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Morphine - The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You're the night, Lilah. A little girl lost in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;You're a folk tale, the unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I can make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too dark to see the landmarks. I don't want your good luck charms.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars.&lt;br /&gt;You're the night, Lilah. You're everything that we can't see.&lt;br /&gt;Lilah, you're the possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I can make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown the unlit world of old. You're the sounds I never heard before.&lt;br /&gt;Off the map where the wild things grow. Another world outside my door.&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand I'm all alone. Drive me down the pitch black road.&lt;br /&gt;Lilah you're my only home and I can't make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I can make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams at the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball.&lt;br /&gt;The battle of the earth of the angels.&lt;br /&gt;The shifting snow drifts so realistic, so realistic - call you carpet of stars.&lt;br /&gt;See there is something in the yard. It's awful dark.&lt;br /&gt;With the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm, the prayer, the extra layer. The group..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14186400-112049411776881923?l=foodfortheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112049411776881923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14186400&amp;postID=112049411776881923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112049411776881923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14186400/posts/default/112049411776881923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodfortheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/morphine-night.html' title='Morphine - The Night'/><author><name>El Vikingo Holandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287962239403813382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img89.exs.cx/img89/7131/peekie6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
