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Joker by The Steve Miller Band
Suicide is Painless
By Mike Altman and Johnny Mandel
Candle In The Wind '97
Bitch by Meredith Brooks
For You I Will by Monica My Spice Girls Page
Sunny Came Home By Shawn Colvin My Eric Clapton Page
One Headlight By The Wallflowers My Soul Asylum Page
The Freshman by The Verve Pipe I Want You by Savage Garden
Don't Speak by No Doubt Your Woman by White Town
1979 by SMaSHiNG PuMPKiNS Lovefool by The Cardigans
Unbreak My Heart by Toni Braxton Long December by Counting Crows
That "Da Da Da" song By Trio in English and in German

Fiona Apple
Sleep To Dream
Never Is A Promise

Du Hast - Rammstein
The Beautiful People
Marilyn Manson
Tainted Love - Soft Cell
LeAnn Rimes
The Light In Your Eyes One Way Ticket
Fade To Blue Hurt Me
I'll Get Even With You Blue
How Do I Live (also performed by Trisha Yearwood)
The Rose (also performed by Bette Midler)

Shania Twain
If You're Not In It For Love
Any Man Of Mine

Deana Carter
Count Me In Strawberry Wine

Better Off BluePam Tillis
Chattahoochee Alan Jackson
She Can't Be Really Gone Tim McGraw
Wild One Faith Hill
Live Until I Die Clay Walker
Sittin' On Go Brian White

Album I Love Everybody by Lyle Lovett

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When you said time was all you really needed
I walked away to let you have your space
No leaving didn't hurt me near as badly
As the tears I saw rolling down your face.
--Tim McGraw - "Just to See You Smile"
But sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry; Sometimes we fight
And we don't know why But no matter what, she believes in me;
She's the closest thing to heaven I'll ever see; She'll always be an
"Angel In My Eyes" -- John Michael Montgomery


The Bells
By: Edgar Allen Poe
Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells -
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten - golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! - how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale - faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!
Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls: -
And their king it is who tolls: -
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: -
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells: -
To the sobbing of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the Sea,
But all these things I''m finding
Are impossible for me.
I cannot build a Mountain
Or catch a Rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best
A Friend that is always there
-- Anon

The following poem appeared recently in INFOCUS magazine.
The original authors were Fred Bremmer and Steve Kroese of
Calvin College & Seminary of Grand Rapids, MI.

A poll conducted among INFOCUS readers had established "waka"
as the proper pronunciation for the angle-bracket characters <>, though
some readers held out resolutely for "norkies."

The text of the poem follows:

The poem can only be appreciated by reading it aloud, as follows:

Waka waka bang splat tick tick hash,
Caret quote back-tick dollar dollar dash,
Bang splat equal at dollar under-score,
Percent splat waka waka tilde number four,
Ampersand bracket bracket dot dot slash,
Pipe curly-bracket comma comma CRASH.

No I don't lack ambition
Can't you see what I hate
That it's you who is sinking
Locked behind iron gates
You call me superstitious,
Tie me up with your deceit
I could never be malicious
Though I seem so bittersweet

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