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<channel><title><![CDATA[Writing - Songs]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs]]></link><description><![CDATA[Songs]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2023 03:42:03 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Happy song]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/happy-song]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/happy-song#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 02 Aug 2013 05:45:49 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/happy-song</guid><description><![CDATA[Happy happy happyi'm so happyya!Happy happy happyhappy I am&nbsp;so! [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">Happy happy happy<br />i'm so happy<br />ya!<br /><br />Happy happy happy<br />happy I am&nbsp;<br />so!<br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[fineerie]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/fineerie]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/fineerie#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 02 Aug 2013 05:40:48 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/fineerie</guid><description><![CDATA[youturnsorrowback&nbsp;and thenforthI chased the night too late tolive rightI chased the moon so whitelies brightI chased the tell-tell eyes tosilence whysyou&nbsp;turnsorrowbackand thenforthI'll face the gods and howl&nbsp;wolf-likeI'll face the entombed dead and takewhat is mineI'll face the tell-tell eyesuntil I'm blindI'm blind, I'm blind, I'm blindand I tell &nbsp; &nbsp;tell &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;myselfi'm fine, i'm fineit crawls up my spinei'm finei'm finei'm finei'm fine, i'm finei' [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">you<br />turn<br />sorrow<br />back&nbsp;<br />and then<br />forth<br />I chased the night too late to<br />live right<br />I chased the moon so white<br />lies bright<br />I chased the tell-tell eyes to<br />silence whys<br /><br />you&nbsp;<br />turn<br />sorrow<br />back<br />and then<br />forth<br />I'll face the gods and howl&nbsp;<br />wolf-like<br />I'll face the entombed dead and take<br />what is mine<br />I'll face the tell-tell eyes<br />until I'm blind<br /><br />I'm blind, I'm blind, I'm blind<br />and I tell &nbsp; &nbsp;tell &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;myself<br />i'm fine, i'm fine<br />it crawls up my spine<br />i'm fine<br />i'm fine<br />i'm fine<br />i'm fine, i'm fine<br />i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine<br />i'm fine, i'm fine<br />i'm fine<br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The song about another song]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/the-song-about-another-song]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/the-song-about-another-song#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 02 Aug 2013 05:24:32 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/the-song-about-another-song</guid><description><![CDATA[This is a song about another songthe one i've been putting&nbsp;off too longbecause i'm not much good fora love &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; grah!story &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;grah!it's better for a man like meto disbelievein the perfect, the perfectdreamThey all start with kissingand then inevitably lead to fuckingwhat &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;islove &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;grah!anyway &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;grah!it's better for a man like meto disbelievei [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">This is a song about another song<br />the one i've been putting&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">off too long</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">because i'm not much good for</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">a love &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; grah!</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">story &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;grah!</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">it's better for a man like me</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">to disbelieve</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">in the perfect, the perfect</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">dream</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">They all start with kissing</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">and then inevitably lead to fucking</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">what &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;is</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">love &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;grah!</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">anyway &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;grah!</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">it's better for a man like me</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">to disbelieve</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">in the perfect, the perfect&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">dream</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">Go ahead and flaunt your wings</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">reach your hand across to me</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">oh, no &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; baby</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">i don't know</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">what you mean</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">it's better for a man like me</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">to disbelieve</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">in the perfect, the perfect&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">dream</span></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"></div>  <h2 style="text-align:left;">The love song</h2>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">It's not your fault<br />that you fit my ideal<br />all i think is that your kind and sweet<br />all i know is i adore who you choose to be<br />in a thrush of blush our blood presses to our surfaces<br />mouths move our muscles grove to moist mutterances<br />when it's done i can't help but think its not just fun<br />it is only temporary<br />in the morning<br />i watch the birds fly<br />between the&nbsp;<br />window frames<br />and our pair of&nbsp;<br />I's<br />are like two black holes<br />absorbing<br />oh, no<br />i dreamed<br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Escapees]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/escapees]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/escapees#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2012 23:11:42 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/escapees</guid><description><![CDATA[The alarms are buzzingtwo patients are missingthe magnets are brokenthe orderly boys are chasingthe kids can taste liberationfreedom fuels their fleeingthe ones left behind scream in their mindsRun! Run! Run! Run!the police have been calledthey'll use their dogsin their escapismwe are all glory eyedThey tuck themselves by a river bed"Kiss me, I'm so cold," she sayshe lands his lips his hands they gropelong suppressed love is madetheir up again, running againhearts elated, hand in hand&nbsp;again [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">The alarms are buzzing<br />two patients are missing<br />the magnets are broken<br />the orderly boys are chasing<br />the kids can taste liberation<br />freedom fuels their fleeing<br />the ones left behind scream in their minds<br />Run! Run! Run! Run!<br />the police have been called<br />they'll use their dogs<br />in their escapism<br />we are all glory eyed<br /><br />They tuck themselves by a river bed<br />"Kiss me, I'm so cold," she says<br />he lands his lips his hands they grope<br />long suppressed love is made<br />their up again, running again<br />hearts elated, hand in hand&nbsp;<br />against the sirens against the dogs<br />against the thoughts of<br />security in asylum<br />they pound the pavement&nbsp;<br />to a place he knows that's safe<br />at least what's safe to them<br /><br />Their figures caught in a spot<br />cop cast shadows against the fence<br />the boy he's cunning as fuck<br />drops his voice to say<br />"Go, baby. I'll meet you there.<br />Don't worry. I got this,<br />Their dogs are slow-minded.&nbsp;<br />These pig's are nim-wits."<br />She runs away<br />only to hide<br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">the siren's start, her ear's bleed</span><br />red and blue oscillations leave<br /><br />She moves on<br />to the place&nbsp;<br />where he said they'd meet up<br />there's a man on the doorstep<br />he beckons to her discreetly<br />she approaches wearily<br />"Have you seen him?"<br />"No we haven't."<br />He leads her in&nbsp;<br />and&nbsp;down the stairs<br />to a circle of&nbsp;<br />youngjunkysouls<br /><br /><br />He's being<br />handcuffed but<br />before he got&nbsp;<br />caught he<br />fought like he might<br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">die</span><br /><br />She's being&nbsp;<br />fixed up<br />taught it doesn't<br />matter it<br /><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">doesn't matter</span><br /><br />either<br />way you<br />look at&nbsp;<br />it they are<br />caught--<br />--<br />--</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fragile morn]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/fragile-morn]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/fragile-morn#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2012 22:37:57 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/fragile-morn</guid><description><![CDATA[fragile in the morning sofragile in the morningsleepless i make&nbsp;the coffee strongso fragile in the morning why so&nbsp;fragile in the morningi twiddle my thumbs&nbsp;&nbsp;finding distraction&nbsp;from stirring my ownbloodit's the same sound&nbsp;the same voicei fought a fight&nbsp;with last nightit's the same sound&nbsp;the same voicei've been fighting all my lifeif idon't wini mightdie&nbsp;(instrumental)i myself am bold, strong and noblea genuine good-willed souli myself am bold, strong  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">fragile in the morning so<span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">fragile in the morning</span><br />sleepless i make&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">the coffee strong</span><br />so fragile in the morning why so&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">fragile in the morning</span><br />i twiddle my thumbs&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />finding distraction&nbsp;<br />from stirring my own<br />blood<br /><br />it's the same sound&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">the same voice</span><br />i fought a fight&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">with last night</span><br />it's the same sound&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px;">the same voice</span><br />i've been fighting all my life<br />if i<br />don't win<br />i might<br />die&nbsp;<br /><br />(instrumental)<br /><br />i myself am bold, strong and noble<br />a genuine good-willed soul<br />i myself am bold, strong and noble and<br />i'm not the only one to struggle<br />with&nbsp;<br />an unreal<br />mental&nbsp;<br />anguish<br /><br />i must abolish you<br />i must abolish you<br />i must abolish you<br />i must abolish you<br />you've con-<br />trolled me<br />long e-<br />nough<br /><br />(instrumental)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Turning Friends to Diamonds]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/turning-friends-to-diamonds]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/turning-friends-to-diamonds#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2012 22:47:24 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/turning-friends-to-diamonds</guid><description><![CDATA[friends gathered in a circlelike stones for a sundialbecause i needed them tokeep a good time recollectableand,&nbsp;i'm so gladi'm so gladi'm so gladthe best of them turn to diamondswhen we start to shatter we come togetherto share the pieces of each otherlaughter, adventure, true lovesought after those crushing periodswith pals to patch your mindrefortifying the pass of timeand,&nbsp;i'm so gladi'm so gladi'm so gladthe best of them turn to diamondswhen we start to shatter we come togetherto s [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">friends gathered in a circle<br />like stones for a sundial<br />because i needed them to<br />keep a good time recollectable<br /><br />and,&nbsp;i'm so glad<br />i'm so glad<br />i'm so glad<br />the best of them turn to diamonds<br />when we start to shatter we come together<br />to share the pieces of each other<br /><br />laughter, adventure, true love<br />sought after those crushing periods<br />with pals to patch your mind<br />refortifying the pass of time<br /><br />and,&nbsp;i'm so glad<br />i'm so glad<br />i'm so glad<br />the best of them turn to diamonds<br />when we start to shatter we come together<br />to share the pieces of each other<br /><br />then there are those that are no longer apart<br />in this world of impermanents<br />they spread all the shards they were made from<br />and gave to me a permanent peace<br /><br />and, i'm so glad<br />i'm so glad<br />i'm so glad<br />i'm so glad</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[barrel fever]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/barrel-fever]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/barrel-fever#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 23:11:02 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/barrel-fever</guid><description><![CDATA[Led by the orderly toanother white barrelempty like mymind withdrawingfrombeforerehab kids aretalking outsidemy doorthe therapist affirmsyou have to get alongyou'll be here untilyou're doneand the psych doc takes only30 minutes toredistrubute the usualline of pillsthe nurses all stare to see&nbsp;if you'll be a problemand the other kids well they justsize you upthis feels just like a&nbsp;dreamthis is my new&nbsp;homeand i am the&nbsp;new kid on theblock.In containment we areforced to focusour o [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">Led by the orderly to<br />another white barrel<br />empty like my<br />mind withdrawing<br />from<br />before<br />rehab kids are<br />talking outside<br />my door<br /><br />the therapist affirms<br />you have to get along<br />you'll be here until<br />you're done<br /><br />and the psych doc takes only<br />30 minutes to<br />redistrubute the usual<br />line of pills<br /><br />the nurses all stare to see&nbsp;<br />if you'll be a problem<br />and the other kids well they just<br />size you up<br /><br />this feels just like a&nbsp;<br />dream<br />this is my new&nbsp;<br />home<br />and i am the&nbsp;<br />new kid on the<br />block.<br /><br /><br />In containment we are<br />forced to focus<br />our own problems<br />resentfully held in as<br />what is<br />known<br />sourced from a common place<br />real world fucked<br />and&nbsp;teenage angst<br /><br />i need my friends now more<br />than anything and&nbsp;<br />they were all that kept me sane&nbsp;<br />you took them away<br /><br />our bad histories lead to<br />war stories&nbsp;<br />and the kids here each share<br />their piece of the glory<br /><br />though they're all different<br />they carry the same<br />desperate and disowned<br />blameful feeling<br /><br />disassociate<br />abuse and rape<br />homelessness and poverty<br />homosexuality<br />problems in the family<br />and loved ones gone<br />through drugs and drugs and drugs.<br /><br />Magnetically we are&nbsp;<br />bound to be<br />in this place<br />cornered by society's<br />pitiless<br />inhuman race<br />depreciating hope for<br />our<br />selves<br /><br />in a lethal blunder&nbsp;<br />with his&nbsp;chosen apparratus<br />the nurses find him and emerge&nbsp;<br />with a boy bleeding<br /><br />haggard on the highs and<br />somber on the lows<br />though the nurses are more mature<br />they&nbsp;sometimes lose control<br /><br />the kids are all silent<br />trying not to rethink death<br />until we're forced to ask&nbsp;<br />why are you here<br /><br />because you re-<br />mind me of a&nbsp;<br />friend-<br />-------<br />and you're the kind of<br />people I want<br />to help.</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[runsaway]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/runsaway]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/runsaway#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 22:11:40 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/runsaway</guid><description><![CDATA[runaway runaway runaway runawayfrom before from our homes what is know our selvesour selves our young selves hoodlum kicking our old hellsthere are others here&nbsp;like me on the streetsand one who i likeespeciallyand we're mad&nbsp;at the things&nbsp;that make us&nbsp;scream until we cryabandoned&nbsp;and abandoningthe world is so cold,&nbsp;so cruelso irrational&nbsp;rather turn our backsand inoculate&nbsp;its apatheticsthey tell us we'll go nowhere that waybut where has their world gone toan [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">runaway runaway runaway runaway<br />from before from our homes what is know our selves<br />our selves our young selves hoodlum kicking our old hells<br /><br />there are others here&nbsp;<br />like me on the streets<br />and one who i like<br />especially<br />and we're mad&nbsp;at the things&nbsp;<br />that make us&nbsp;scream until we cry<br /><br />abandoned&nbsp;<br />and abandoning<br />the world is so cold,&nbsp;<br />so cruel<br />so irrational&nbsp;<br />rather turn our backs<br />and inoculate&nbsp;<br />its apathetics<br />they tell us we'll go nowhere that way<br />but where has their world gone to<br />and they act like we should share the blame<br />they'll make you change you have to change<br />they'll make you change you have to change<br /><br />or they'll press down their prowessed palms<br />and cage your emotions&nbsp;<br />in the fingers of their hands<br />rip me away i'm intoxicated<br />rip me away i'm unstable<br />take me to a place that's safe<br />and you control how I grow<br /><br />underneath it all&nbsp;<br />we're just kids<br />testing drugs and alcohol&nbsp;<br />some are suicidal<br />we're mad&nbsp;at the things&nbsp;<br />that make us scream until we cry<br />rather see through narrow eyes and<br />laugh through blurry smiles<br />this is a good feeling thing<br />something to hold onto in the dizzy spinning<br />we may not know it all<br />but our youth-lust will lead us<br />through a vicarious self-<br />discovery<br />they tell us we'll go nowhere that way&nbsp;<br />but where has their world gone to<br />and they act like we should share the blame<br />they'll make you change you have to change<br />they'll make you change you have to change<br /><br />or they'll press down their prowessed palms<br />and cage your emotions&nbsp;<br />in the fingers of their hands<br />rip me away i'm intoxicated<br />rip me away i'm unstable<br />take me to a place that's safe<br />and you control how I grow<br /><br />you have to change<br />baby I have to change<br />or they'll rip me away<br />baby they'll rip you away<br />or I could just<br />run from<br /><br />everything.<br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dopamime]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/dopamime]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/dopamime#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2012 07:03:09 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/dopamime</guid><description><![CDATA[Every&nbsp;time the&nbsp;ambulance&nbsp;drives byI think&nbsp;you&nbsp;might have&nbsp;diedyour powder&nbsp;and mask-error-acaptured&nbsp;suburban&nbsp;girl's&nbsp;fearscaught in&nbsp;pinned&nbsp;holed&nbsp;mirrorstake me&nbsp;to the&nbsp;corner&nbsp;then&nbsp;take&nbsp;me&nbsp;to&nbsp;your&nbsp;roomtake me&nbsp;to a&nbsp;place&nbsp;where&nbsp;i&nbsp;can&nbsp;shoot&nbsp;down the moonyour powder&nbsp;and mask-error-acaptured&nbsp;suburban&nbsp;girl's&nbsp;fearscaught in&nbsp;pinned&nbsp;holed&nbs [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">Every&nbsp;time the&nbsp;ambulance&nbsp;drives by<br />I think&nbsp;you&nbsp;might have&nbsp;died<br /><br />your powder&nbsp;and mask-error-a<br />captured&nbsp;suburban&nbsp;girl's&nbsp;fears<br />caught in&nbsp;pinned&nbsp;holed&nbsp;mirrors<br /><br />take me&nbsp;to the&nbsp;corner&nbsp;then&nbsp;take&nbsp;me&nbsp;to&nbsp;your&nbsp;room<br />take me&nbsp;to a&nbsp;place&nbsp;where&nbsp;i&nbsp;can&nbsp;shoot&nbsp;down the moon<br /><br />your powder&nbsp;and mask-error-a<br />captured&nbsp;suburban&nbsp;girl's&nbsp;fears<br />caught in&nbsp;pinned&nbsp;holed&nbsp;mirrors<br /><br />belted&nbsp;and framed&nbsp;syringe&nbsp;drained<br />i take you&nbsp;to lie&nbsp;listen to&nbsp;you cry<br />the tracks&nbsp;on your&nbsp;arms&nbsp;<br />trained to dopamine dreams<br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[the wind goes]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/the-wind-goes]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/the-wind-goes#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2012 06:49:20 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ryanfalco.com/songs/the-wind-goes</guid><description><![CDATA[oo-oohi watch thewind gothe windgooo-oohi watch thewind gothe windgothe chimes come togethermake a different soundthen the problem that my headkeeps turning aroundoo-oohi watch thewind gothe windgooo-oohi watch thewind gothe windgoshe brings me a&nbsp;gift offlowers and leavesa sleepytime teaoo-oohi watch thewind gothe windgooo-oohi watch thewind gothe windgolike a raven's wing&nbsp;across my skyblack feathersblack feathersoo-oohi watch thewind gothe windgooo-oohi watch thewind gothe windgothe s [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />the chimes come together<br />make a different sound<br />then the problem that my head<br />keeps turning around<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />she brings me a&nbsp;<br />gift of<br />flowers and leaves<br />a sleepytime tea<br /><br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />like a raven's wing&nbsp;<br />across my sky<br />black feathers<br />black feathers<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />the sun scratch-<br />es&nbsp;a fire's<br />progression<br />in dawn's&nbsp;ascension<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />breath of the<br />world presses me<br />back down<br />back down<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go&nbsp;<br /><br />The ket-<br />tle steams<br />the tea is<br />calming<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br />oo-<br />ooh<br />i watch the<br />wind go<br />the wind<br />go<br /><br /><br />It re-<br />minds me<br />to let go<br />its just so.<br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>