<?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-10684384</id><updated>2011-08-27T08:56:10.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Origin of Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10684384.post-113368272570481871</id><published>2005-12-03T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:52:05.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The stars dont mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I can't gaze upon you&lt;br /&gt;like we used to&lt;br /&gt;their incandescence&lt;br /&gt;their illumination&lt;br /&gt;giving your irises&lt;br /&gt;a piercing twinkle&lt;br /&gt;as if God himself&lt;br /&gt;placed the stars in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fluorescent moon looks sallow&lt;br /&gt;compared to the radiant smile&lt;br /&gt;you displayed&lt;br /&gt;whenever we lay together&lt;br /&gt;sharing a moment&lt;br /&gt;of each other's lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resplendent sun appears lackluster&lt;br /&gt;compared to your cerise lips&lt;br /&gt;slightly pursed as they await&lt;br /&gt;their liason with mine.&lt;br /&gt;the taste of your lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;interwoven with their delicate softness&lt;br /&gt;only taunts me into desiring more,&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;there is no color&lt;br /&gt;no vividity&lt;br /&gt;there is no Oz&lt;br /&gt;there is no technicolor&lt;br /&gt;just multiple shades of grey&lt;br /&gt;and we never leave Kansas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-113368272570481871?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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this knowledge of loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one go on dealing&lt;br /&gt;With pain and regret&lt;br /&gt;And despair and knowing&lt;br /&gt;That in one brief moment&lt;br /&gt;All can be won or lost&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling that misery&lt;br /&gt;Is one’s own volition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one cope with this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one come to terms&lt;br /&gt;With nagging suspicion&lt;br /&gt;Fighting addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one deal with the concept&lt;br /&gt;That each casual meeting&lt;br /&gt;On the streets&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you only chance&lt;br /&gt;To meet the person&lt;br /&gt;Who will turn your life around&lt;br /&gt;Throw you down&lt;br /&gt;And leave you&lt;br /&gt;Broken and beaten&lt;br /&gt;on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one cope with this feeling??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932189104272752?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932189104272752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932189104272752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932177979475408</id><published>2005-02-25T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:00:19.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I’ve not known you very long&lt;br /&gt;But already I feel I want to know you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you more.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to be a different person around you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to be&lt;br /&gt;I want to put away those childish impulses&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a mature adult&lt;br /&gt;(though I don’t know how “mature” either of us really are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wipe that tear from your cheek&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing to see that vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve gone from someone I’d admired from afar&lt;br /&gt;To someone with whom I watch movies, make stupid jokes,&lt;br /&gt;Flirt like a high-schooler, and talk on the phone for hours.&lt;br /&gt;Intimidation and admiration has given way to&lt;br /&gt;Respect, desire and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;You make me proud to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932177979475408?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932177979475408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932177979475408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932167443448623</id><published>2005-02-25T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:00:57.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream, Drug, Kiss Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream, Drug, Kiss Goodnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world of wrong&lt;br /&gt;she is the right&lt;br /&gt;In the deepest darkness,&lt;br /&gt;she is the light&lt;br /&gt;My dream my drug&lt;br /&gt;my last kiss goodnight&lt;br /&gt;When life is dark,&lt;br /&gt;she makes it light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im with her,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in euphoria&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need fame&lt;br /&gt;or money or glory&lt;br /&gt;When she’s not around,&lt;br /&gt;I'm all at sea&lt;br /&gt;I wish she could know&lt;br /&gt;what she means to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932167443448623?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932167443448623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932167443448623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/dream-drug-kiss-goodnight.html' title='Dream, Drug, Kiss Goodnight'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932150595595620</id><published>2005-02-25T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:01:25.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing You Were Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing You Were Here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to forget the look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;on that night you came to me&lt;br /&gt;and said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat&lt;br /&gt;'cause I want to remember&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your sweet lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;when you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;underneath that old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would leave...&lt;br /&gt;But only my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And only for now.&lt;br /&gt;For I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile&lt;br /&gt;without you here beside me&lt;br /&gt;a smile doesn't mean anything at all&lt;br /&gt;but the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;'cause every song I ever sing&lt;br /&gt;I sing to bring you everything&lt;br /&gt;you've ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;ever needed&lt;br /&gt;to raise you up and never let you fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932150595595620?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932150595595620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932150595595620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/wishing-you-were-here.html' title='Wishing You Were Here'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932127274430007</id><published>2005-02-25T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:01:48.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome To Nowhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;A place more ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Without an interesting story&lt;br /&gt;The dreary delusion&lt;br /&gt;With little confusion&lt;br /&gt;Will find its little place&lt;br /&gt;In your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s an addiction&lt;br /&gt;And affliction&lt;br /&gt;A masochistic crucifixion&lt;br /&gt;It gets in you blood&lt;br /&gt;And opiate flood&lt;br /&gt;The wholesome&lt;br /&gt;The perfect&lt;br /&gt;The good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a humdrum&lt;br /&gt;A conundrum&lt;br /&gt;The place where I come from&lt;br /&gt;An American purgatory&lt;br /&gt;Without an interesting story&lt;br /&gt;The dreary delusion&lt;br /&gt;With little confusion&lt;br /&gt;Will find its little place in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932127274430007?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932127274430007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932127274430007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/welcome-to-nowhere.html' title='Welcome to Nowhere'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932118734428426</id><published>2005-02-25T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:02:22.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;September&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter air gives way&lt;br /&gt;to bitter feelings&lt;br /&gt;and a bitter taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart crumples&lt;br /&gt;like the leaves under my feet&lt;br /&gt;and the note in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Stale wind makes my eyes&lt;br /&gt;water and sting&lt;br /&gt;so I close them&lt;br /&gt;(is it the wind?)&lt;br /&gt;The warm air of summer&lt;br /&gt;has gone away&lt;br /&gt;for a long time&lt;br /&gt;So too are you going away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932118734428426?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932118734428426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932118734428426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932108997150222</id><published>2005-02-25T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:03:08.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty&lt;br /&gt;devoid of all emotion&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid&lt;br /&gt;naive without a notion&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost&lt;br /&gt;without a sense of direction&lt;br /&gt;I feel vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;without any protection&lt;br /&gt;I feel forsaken&lt;br /&gt;left among the rubble&lt;br /&gt;I feel hopeless&lt;br /&gt;forever in trouble&lt;br /&gt;I feel unloved&lt;br /&gt;the world would never miss me&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone&lt;br /&gt;I've no one to go with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932108997150222?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932108997150222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932108997150222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-feel.html' title='I Feel'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932100919256542</id><published>2005-02-25T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:03:31.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coffee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old times.&lt;br /&gt;You and I sitting in Denny's,&lt;br /&gt;discussing life over coffee.&lt;br /&gt;The waitress never waited 'til the cup was empty.&lt;br /&gt;She always filled it when it was half full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit alone and drink my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I have to read about life in a newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;It seems the waitress has more tables nowadays;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't fill my cup as often.&lt;br /&gt;I need a refill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932100919256542?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932100919256542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932100919256542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932095390122297</id><published>2005-02-25T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:04:06.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Winter Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Winter Morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white blanket drapes over&lt;br /&gt;the rigid contours of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Its pristine condition is so frail;&lt;br /&gt;for any disturbence, and it will be tarnished.&lt;br /&gt;From my window, I witness this marvel of nature.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I turn and see you,&lt;br /&gt;Still asleep,&lt;br /&gt;even though its late morning.&lt;br /&gt;The white blanket draped over&lt;br /&gt;the flawless curves of your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your innocence keeps me from waking you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932095390122297?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932095390122297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932095390122297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/winter-morning.html' title='A Winter Morning'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932087366629173</id><published>2005-02-25T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:04:27.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;I hate not being able to express what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you could peer into my head for one moment....&lt;br /&gt;so you could truly see what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you down or lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I want to take you away from everything that's causing you pain.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing more than to hold you and never ever let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I talk to you, all those stupid love songs start making a whole lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;And I know you think this is just some stupid crush that I will get over.....&lt;br /&gt;but its not,&lt;br /&gt;because if this is a crush,&lt;br /&gt;goddamn it,&lt;br /&gt;I never want to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you would let me help you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932087366629173?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932087366629173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932087366629173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/every-time.html' title='Every Time'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932071729641283</id><published>2005-02-25T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:05:10.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining again.&lt;br /&gt;Each raindrop that rolls down my window&lt;br /&gt;Is an allusion to the tears that are&lt;br /&gt;Rolling down your face&lt;br /&gt;Are you crying because of the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it raining because you're crying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932071729641283?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932071729641283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932071729641283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932078273501335</id><published>2005-02-25T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:04:47.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of helping you.&lt;br /&gt;I give and give, and get nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;You're like a bad song&lt;br /&gt;Thats replaying in my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you say&lt;br /&gt;Makes me more and more sad&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of needing you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of loving you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932078273501335?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932078273501335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932078273501335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932067907180559</id><published>2005-02-25T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:05:33.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why I Love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;For the past hour, I have layed in bed&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of why I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;When I should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, and all I can see&lt;br /&gt;Are your big brown-eyed puppy-dog eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm a sucker for them everytime.)&lt;br /&gt;I block out the world around me&lt;br /&gt;So I can hear your beautiful alto voice.&lt;br /&gt;All other thoughts receed&lt;br /&gt;So I can hold on to the memory of your beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;And the comforting warmth of your body&lt;br /&gt;On top of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I think about those stupid inside jokes you tel&lt;br /&gt;lAnd how you get so excited about old Lucy reruns&lt;br /&gt;Or watching the same movie you have seen at least 20 times&lt;br /&gt;I think about these things&lt;br /&gt;And they make me love you more&lt;br /&gt;Than you ever thought&lt;br /&gt;You could be loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932067907180559?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932067907180559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932067907180559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-i-love-you.html' title='Why I Love You'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932057703169224</id><published>2005-02-25T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:05:51.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;I know you're broken&lt;br /&gt;And not just your heart&lt;br /&gt;You feel like nothing works&lt;br /&gt;That life has delt you a shitty hand&lt;br /&gt;You feel alone and you think no one cares&lt;br /&gt;You think you're damaged goods&lt;br /&gt;A dented can in the bargain bin&lt;br /&gt;People pick you up&lt;br /&gt;Think about it&lt;br /&gt;Then drop you because you aren't worth the risk&lt;br /&gt;ButI want to fix you&lt;br /&gt;I want to pick up the broken pieces&lt;br /&gt;And glue them back togetherwith my love&lt;br /&gt;I want the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you wont let me fix you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932057703169224?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932057703169224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932057703169224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932049183341274</id><published>2005-02-25T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:06:14.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Blames</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She Blames&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;She blames everyone&lt;br /&gt;For the sins of a few;&lt;br /&gt;But if you were her&lt;br /&gt;You’d do the same.&lt;br /&gt;She’s lost her faith in people&lt;br /&gt;But can you blame her?&lt;br /&gt;As many times as she’s played the game&lt;br /&gt;She’s learned the rules by now&lt;br /&gt;It’s a game she knows she cannot win&lt;br /&gt;The odds are stacked against her&lt;br /&gt;But I want to put the ball in her court&lt;br /&gt;To be the one to help her&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one&lt;br /&gt;Who restores her faith&lt;br /&gt;Who shows her that she’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;But how I can do that&lt;br /&gt;When I agree with her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932049183341274?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932049183341274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932049183341274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/she-blames.html' title='She Blames'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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-10684384.post-110932041865534171</id><published>2005-02-25T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:06:41.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Stop The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Can't Stop the Rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;And left me shattered&lt;br /&gt;You tore my soul&lt;br /&gt;And left it tattered&lt;br /&gt;I once was sad&lt;br /&gt;You left me sadder&lt;br /&gt;But now I see&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter ‘cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;So why not play in it?&lt;br /&gt;You can’t dull the pain&lt;br /&gt;So just live with it&lt;br /&gt;You can’t dry the tears&lt;br /&gt;So just let them fall&lt;br /&gt;You can’t walk away&lt;br /&gt;So you might as well crawl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10684384-110932041865534171?l=themidnightradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932041865534171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10684384/posts/default/110932041865534171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themidnightradio.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-cant-stop-rain.html' title='You Can&apos;t Stop The Rain'/><author><name>Burgdorf</name><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>
