<?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-24054765</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:45:55.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknowable Unstoppable</title><subtitle type='html'>songs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unknowableunstoppable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24054765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unknowableunstoppable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cut-Throat Britva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333998247327915508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24054765.post-115967549400976760</id><published>2006-09-30T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:21:15.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epitaph</title><content type='html'>I used to come into your classes&lt;br /&gt;In a big coat and dark glasses&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say an honest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sneak back out, and then late at night&lt;br /&gt;You'd sneak in and poison the covers&lt;br /&gt;With the smells of your lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sex, we used to say&lt;br /&gt;But you started lying, that's when I knew&lt;br /&gt;That I'd never know you another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know there's no escaping&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you in that basin&lt;br /&gt;With the red blooming like a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day when the sky was so smooth&lt;br /&gt;I waited by the park, dear&lt;br /&gt;Where were you, where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and watched a bird eating bread&lt;br /&gt;With the sun leaking through the milky clouds&lt;br /&gt;With the red blooming like a rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24054765-115967549400976760?l=unknowableunstoppable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24054765/posts/default/115967549400976760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24054765/posts/default/115967549400976760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unknowableunstoppable.blogspot.com/2006/09/epitaph.html' title='Epitaph'/><author><name>Cut-Throat Britva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333998247327915508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24054765.post-114295046343829840</id><published>2006-07-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:06:05.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to You</title><content type='html'>Listen, baby, ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I want you, I'll find you, no matter where you are, no matter how far. Don't run away. I'll be there in a hurry. You don't have to worry, because, baby, there ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river wide enough to keep me from getting to you, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the day I set you free I told you you could always count on me, darling. From that day on I made a vow: I'll be there right behind you some way, somehow, because, baby, there ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river wide enough to keep me from getting to you, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wind, no rain or winter's cold can stop me baby, 'cause you are my goal. You're in big trouble. I'll be there on the double. Don't run from me. Don't run from me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hate is alive deep down in my heart, although we are miles apart. I'm getting into my van. I'll be there on the double, just as fast as I can. Don't you know that there ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river wide enough to keep me from getting to you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Based on "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" by Nickolas Ashford and Valerie Simpson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24054765-114295046343829840?l=unknowableunstoppable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24054765/posts/default/114295046343829840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24054765/posts/default/114295046343829840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unknowableunstoppable.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-to-you.html' title='Getting to You'/><author><name>Cut-Throat Britva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333998247327915508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24054765.post-115419425544234929</id><published>2006-07-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:52:56.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>I loved a girl, a lass so fair&lt;br /&gt;I married her, my kids to bear.&lt;br /&gt;To my dear love was I ever true&lt;br /&gt;And till the end, I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;I was seduced by life, fell for its charms, but&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you die in your own arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I followed the scriptures to the word&lt;br /&gt;And gave my God and king my sword&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no heav'n, no God to save.&lt;br /&gt;All awaits me's a gaping grave.&lt;br /&gt;I sought heaven's light so bright and warm, but&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you die in your own arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toiled long in hot, harsh sun.&lt;br /&gt;I shod the good horse, shot the lame one.&lt;br /&gt;I laid up riches, bought up land.&lt;br /&gt;I died a rich and bitter man.&lt;br /&gt;I built on earth a home, a farm, but&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you die in your own arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held you, safe, with these two arms, but&lt;br /&gt;In the end who remembers or mourns?&lt;br /&gt;In the end you die in your own arms.&lt;br /&gt;This the fate for which you're borne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24054765-115419425544234929?l=unknowableunstoppable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24054765/posts/default/115419425544234929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24054765/posts/default/115419425544234929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unknowableunstoppable.blogspot.com/2006/07/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Cut-Throat Britva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333998247327915508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24054765.post-114234115409392977</id><published>2006-03-14T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T04:59:14.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknowable Unstoppable</title><content type='html'>hello world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24054765-114234115409392977?l=unknowableunstoppable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24054765/posts/default/114234115409392977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24054765/posts/default/114234115409392977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unknowableunstoppable.blogspot.com/2006/03/unknowable-unstoppable.html' title='Unknowable Unstoppable'/><author><name>Cut-Throat Britva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333998247327915508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
