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				<title>girl from savannah</title>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 02:39:24 GMT</pubDate>
			
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					<title>Angry Birds</title>
					<link>http://thehappydogmusic.com/lyric.cfm?feature=1494196&amp;postid=1728734</link>
					<description>C
I am not held or bound to any woman
but i&apos;m heavy in my feet from walking miles- to you
you in the kitchen, baking cookies for the lonely
what can i say but i could walk for you

F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                     G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                       C
i&apos;m in the car passing lovers holding out on conversation
F &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                          D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;                                                G
buried to my lips in scraps of papers left from poems meant for you
F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                            D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                  G
freedom&apos;s just another word for caging up the child of expectation
G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;              F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;              Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                 Dm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                            C
lady just relax the angry birds and pigs will never come for you

you are not bound or even held to any action
though i think of things from time to time and smile on you
you on the ground a briefly fallen constellation
and a compass to the spring of which i sing to you.

im in the car passing lovers holding out on conversation
buried to my lips in scraps of papers left from poems meant for you
freedom&apos;s just another word for caging up the child of expectation
lady just relax the angrybirds and pigs will never come for you</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[C<br />
I am not held or bound to any woman<br />
but i'm heavy in my feet from walking miles- to you<br />
you in the kitchen, baking cookies for the lonely<br />
what can i say but i could walk for you<br />
<br />
F&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;                     G&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;                       C<br />
i'm in the car passing lovers holding out on conversation<br />
F &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;                                          D &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;                                                G<br />
buried to my lips in scraps of papers left from poems meant for you<br />
F&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;                                            D&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;                                  G<br />
freedom's just another word for caging up the child of expectation<br />
G&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;              F&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;              Em&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;                 Dm &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;                            C<br />
lady just relax the angry birds and pigs will never come for you<br />
<br />
you are not bound or even held to any action<br />
though i think of things from time to time and smile on you<br />
you on the ground a briefly fallen constellation<br />
and a compass to the spring of which i sing to you.<br />
<br />
im in the car passing lovers holding out on conversation<br />
buried to my lips in scraps of papers left from poems meant for you<br />
freedom's just another word for caging up the child of expectation<br />
lady just relax the angrybirds and pigs will never come for you<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 02:39:24 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Heaven&apos;s Just a Style</title>
					<link>http://thehappydogmusic.com/lyric.cfm?feature=1494196&amp;postid=1601086</link>
					<description>don&apos;t go i&apos;m with you now
theres a city inside you

broken my fingers are strange 
little streets need a light

feeling out of time feeling out of time
feeling out of time

body&apos;s cold river shocking nerves
playing out on the spine

heavens in town heavens in town
heaven out of style

meaningless masters of the fog
blending in with light


stones crack under your feet
theres a killing on the highway

suckled on the fruit of the earth
spreading hairs on your neck

feeding on our time feeding on our time
feeding on our time

weddings cold river shocking nerves
jumping over the line

heavens in tow heavens in town
devils just a style

meaningless masters of the fog blending
in with the light
</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[don't go i'm with you now<br />
theres a city inside you<br />
<br />
broken my fingers are strange <br />
little streets need a light<br />
<br />
feeling out of time feeling out of time<br />
feeling out of time<br />
<br />
body's cold river shocking nerves<br />
playing out on the spine<br />
<br />
heavens in town heavens in town<br />
heaven out of style<br />
<br />
meaningless masters of the fog<br />
blending in with light<br />
<br />
<br />
stones crack under your feet<br />
theres a killing on the highway<br />
<br />
suckled on the fruit of the earth<br />
spreading hairs on your neck<br />
<br />
feeding on our time feeding on our time<br />
feeding on our time<br />
<br />
weddings cold river shocking nerves<br />
jumping over the line<br />
<br />
heavens in tow heavens in town<br />
devils just a style<br />
<br />
meaningless masters of the fog blending<br />
in with the light<br />
<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2011 13:42:20 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Carnival</title>
					<link>http://thehappydogmusic.com/lyric.cfm?feature=1494196&amp;postid=1601085</link>
					<description>
G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;               Bm
all around this town
F#m &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;          Am
fires in the trashcans
C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;            G
yesterday a carnival
Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;         Am
gates came crashing down
C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;                 Bm
all they left was peanut shells
D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;               Am&amp;nbsp; C
and posters on the ground

G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                F#
crackling in the air
F#
pink and smoky memories
C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                G
a rainbow in the puddle
Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;              Am
from oils that broke the seal
C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;               Bm
a toy was left, discarded there
D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;              Am      (C)
ragged from our heals

C&amp;nbsp;       C0&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;          Am   F#M&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Am F#m
I&apos;ll pray for your life
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D               DmM7
Pray four your life

Back from the other hills
you can see the fairgrounds
can you see the ticket booth
the ruts are in the ground
can you see the candy shop
the ruts are in the ground

yesterday was great
everything was positive
not a lot has changed today 
they tore the big lights down
all thats left is silence now
and posters on the ground

i&apos;ll pray for your life



</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<br />
G &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;               Bm<br />
all around this town<br />
F#m &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;          Am<br />
fires in the trashcans<br />
C &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;            G<br />
yesterday a carnival<br />
Bm &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;         Am<br />
gates came crashing down<br />
C &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;                 Bm<br />
all they left was peanut shells<br />
D&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;               Am&nbsp; C<br />
and posters on the ground<br />
<br />
G&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;                F#<br />
crackling in the air<br />
F#<br />
pink and smoky memories<br />
C &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;                G<br />
a rainbow in the puddle<br />
Bm &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;              Am<br />
from oils that broke the seal<br />
C &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;               Bm<br />
a toy was left, discarded there<br />
D&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;              Am      (C)<br />
ragged from our heals<br />
<br />
C&nbsp;       C0&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;          Am   F#M&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  Am F#m<br />
I'll pray for your life<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; D               DmM7<br />
Pray four your life<br />
<br />
Back from the other hills<br />
you can see the fairgrounds<br />
can you see the ticket booth<br />
the ruts are in the ground<br />
can you see the candy shop<br />
the ruts are in the ground<br />
<br />
yesterday was great<br />
everything was positive<br />
not a lot has changed today <br />
they tore the big lights down<br />
all thats left is silence now<br />
and posters on the ground<br />
<br />
i'll pray for your life<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2011 13:40:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Bellies Hitting Water</title>
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					<description>BELLIES HITTING WATER

when i last saw the ark it was sinking
all the animals pushing for spots far from waves
it was the sound of their bodies
and the bellies hitting water
or the grunts and the groaning they&apos;d never be saved

from our boat as the vessel slipped further
we were huddled there silent with the moon and the foam
and we could have sat closer
there was no point in talking
it was all a mistake now we carry the load

in the morning the surf brought the bodies
you were laying there sleeping by the window in sun
and i thought of you naked
as i touched your gold body
i will love you till worms eat the eyes from my skull

on my death bed i saw you were crying
i remember escaping the sinking alone
and i pulled up the roots
that had spread though your garden
i will love you til worms eat the eyes from skull

deadly this love can be deadly
so beautifully lovely this dead love can be
and this could have been heaven 
or it could have been hell
i will love you til worms eat the eyes from our skull</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[BELLIES HITTING WATER<br />
<br />
when i last saw the ark it was sinking<br />
all the animals pushing for spots far from waves<br />
it was the sound of their bodies<br />
and the bellies hitting water<br />
or the grunts and the groaning they'd never be saved<br />
<br />
from our boat as the vessel slipped further<br />
we were huddled there silent with the moon and the foam<br />
and we could have sat closer<br />
there was no point in talking<br />
it was all a mistake now we carry the load<br />
<br />
in the morning the surf brought the bodies<br />
you were laying there sleeping by the window in sun<br />
and i thought of you naked<br />
as i touched your gold body<br />
i will love you till worms eat the eyes from my skull<br />
<br />
on my death bed i saw you were crying<br />
i remember escaping the sinking alone<br />
and i pulled up the roots<br />
that had spread though your garden<br />
i will love you til worms eat the eyes from skull<br />
<br />
deadly this love can be deadly<br />
so beautifully lovely this dead love can be<br />
and this could have been heaven <br />
or it could have been hell<br />
i will love you til worms eat the eyes from our skull<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 02:40:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Girl From Savannah</title>
					<link>http://thehappydogmusic.com/lyric.cfm?feature=1494196&amp;postid=316109</link>
					<description>girl from savannah

yes i could see myself dead with a girl from savannah
life&apos;s a horrible thing to ignore
and a beautiful girl doesn&apos;t need to
imply such a dying

when the phone rang
she had heard that an edge caught the neighbors
they had been in a kiss for 50 years
now with one of them dead
at the funeral was god and the other

i&apos;m not always sure if the centers are cut by the meanings
but the meanings they changed anyway
and a leaf hits the ground
as the wind kicks it &apos;round
and it meant something, i forget now.

girl from savannah this page of the map is now wet

sometime in winter i&apos;ll drink from a glass of red wine
and remember a girl left in stone
she told me to watch by myself
what she thought were great movies

i did not know what i&apos;d gotten myself into then
but i&apos;m glad that it&apos;s done now then sooner
and if i turned around
it was only because i&apos;d forgotten

oh lonely girl, lonely girl
lonely girl do not waiver
your words in the dark are the lights
and the sky could not hold
what you took from the lips of another

oh lonely girl, lonely girl lonely: trust in yourself.
because no man can stay in your womb
and the lights that we chase
like the bugs near your door
can just all be forgotten next morning

yes i can see myself dead with a girl from savannah
who&apos;s mothers a stranger to her
who&apos;s climbing the stairs
who&apos;s avoiding the stares
and who&apos;s wishing for winter to come.

girl from savannah this page of the map is now bent</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[girl from savannah<br />
<br />
yes i could see myself dead with a girl from savannah<br />
life's a horrible thing to ignore<br />
and a beautiful girl doesn't need to<br />
imply such a dying<br />
<br />
when the phone rang<br />
she had heard that an edge caught the neighbors<br />
they had been in a kiss for 50 years<br />
now with one of them dead<br />
at the funeral was god and the other<br />
<br />
i'm not always sure if the centers are cut by the meanings<br />
but the meanings they changed anyway<br />
and a leaf hits the ground<br />
as the wind kicks it 'round<br />
and it meant something, i forget now.<br />
<br />
girl from savannah this page of the map is now wet<br />
<br />
sometime in winter i'll drink from a glass of red wine<br />
and remember a girl left in stone<br />
she told me to watch by myself<br />
what she thought were great movies<br />
<br />
i did not know what i'd gotten myself into then<br />
but i'm glad that it's done now then sooner<br />
and if i turned around<br />
it was only because i'd forgotten<br />
<br />
oh lonely girl, lonely girl<br />
lonely girl do not waiver<br />
your words in the dark are the lights<br />
and the sky could not hold<br />
what you took from the lips of another<br />
<br />
oh lonely girl, lonely girl lonely: trust in yourself.<br />
because no man can stay in your womb<br />
and the lights that we chase<br />
like the bugs near your door<br />
can just all be forgotten next morning<br />
<br />
yes i can see myself dead with a girl from savannah<br />
who's mothers a stranger to her<br />
who's climbing the stairs<br />
who's avoiding the stares<br />
and who's wishing for winter to come.<br />
<br />
girl from savannah this page of the map is now bent<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 02:40:00 GMT</pubDate>
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