<?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-4007703</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:55:25.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siren's Silence...</title><subtitle type='html'>Random bits of information you didn't know you needed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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okaySometimes my life isn't all that it seemsSometimes I'm coming apart at the schemesSometimes I do things I don't want to doSometimes I cry in the night over youOver youWell it's been another week of disasterJust one more week to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/117630583220724644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=117630583220724644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117630583220724644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117630583220724644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-by-john-carter-well-its-been_11.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-117130882114121768</id><published>2007-02-12T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T14:33:41.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today By John CarterI can see your futureCause I'm part of your pastBut even I could not foreseeIf any of this will lastI know it's not easyBut believe when I sayI can't promise tomorrowBut I love you todayNow, I know that historyWill paint me as hardBut I live with these feelingsI cannot discardI know it's not easyBut believe when I sayI can't promise tomorrowBut I love you todayI've said it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/117130882114121768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=117130882114121768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117130882114121768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117130882114121768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-by-john-carter-i-can-see-your.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-117090657543264603</id><published>2007-02-07T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:54:50.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are By John CarterYou are the rainI realizeThat hides behindMy sunshine eyesYou are the painThe doubt in meWhy is it thatI can't break freeFrom the moment that we metI knewI was gonna spend my lifeWith youAnd time was on my sideI masked over my prideI tried and tried and fucking triedYou are the rainI realizeThat hides behindMy sunshine eyesYou are the painThe doubt in meWhy is it thatI can't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/117090657543264603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=117090657543264603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117090657543264603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117090657543264603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-by-john-carter-you-are-rain-i.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-117090621192674635</id><published>2007-02-07T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:43:31.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To all of you considering a career change, I recommend crime. It's America's largest growth industry, there's no Union, and your competition tends to be even dumber than you are.  Plus, there's unequalled job security- If you choose to become a bank robber, for example, you know the bank won't be shipped overseas to be robbed for less by cheaper foreign labor. Not to mention the fact that from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/117090621192674635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=117090621192674635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117090621192674635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117090621192674635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-all-of-you-considering-career.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-117090184572102987</id><published>2007-02-07T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:30:45.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe By John CarterYou ask me for an answerAnd I say I don't knowYou tell me I'm a foolBut I don't think soYou always need your solaceYou need to know the truthI tell you there's no sure thingBut you still need the proofI don't know,But maybeMaybe losersAre the better for it allMaybe winnersSee their pride before the fallMaybe preachersAre the ones who lost their wayMaybe sinnersMaybe they make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/117090184572102987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=117090184572102987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117090184572102987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117090184572102987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/02/maybe-by-john-carter-you-ask-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-117068891107522231</id><published>2007-02-05T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:21:51.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sympathy By John CarterLet me bite my tongueFor fear I'll sayWhat's now begunIs a mistakeYour sympathyIs killing meThis tragedyIs because of meI realizeThough my heart deniesI just can't describeHow I feel insideThe things I doThe things I sayWhat I put you throughHow you make my dayYour sympathyIs killing meThis tragedyIs because of meI realizeThough my heart deniesI just can't describeHow I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/117068891107522231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=117068891107522231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117068891107522231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117068891107522231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/02/sympathy-by-john-carter-let-me-bite-my.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-117064850037347229</id><published>2007-02-04T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:08:20.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Don't Know Me By John CarterWords lose their meaningWhen crying and screamingThe forces that tear us apartThe truth of the matterI'm broken and batteredAnd better off breaking your heartYou don't know meIf you did you wouldn't stayNo, you don't know meIs it better off that way?If you knew me like you sayYou would turn and walk awayCounting paces till you turn and gun me downI have hurt you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/117064850037347229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=117064850037347229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117064850037347229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117064850037347229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-dont-know-me-by-john-carter-words.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-117055853593746797</id><published>2007-02-03T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:09:56.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deja Vu By John CarterAnother crash and burn upon the doorstepOf the happy ending that I could have hadAnother rape-the-willing conversationAt this temperamental turning point againWelcome backI'd almost swear I know youWelcome backIt seems so familiarThe crisis, the thrill, yeahThis must be deja vuAnother synonym for trepidationAwaits my weakened eyes when I get homeI'll read your diary to find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/117055853593746797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=117055853593746797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117055853593746797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117055853593746797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/02/deja-vu-by-john-carter-another-crash.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-117003357560930120</id><published>2007-01-28T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:19:35.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me for Me By John Carter I am not a hamster and my life is not a wheelI will not rely on someone else for my next mealI will not be content to sit and wait to die aloneOr lie beside a lover who I know is not my ownI don't need a companion, only sometimes need a friendI hold no disillusions of a lover till the endI cannot be disloyal if there is no one to betrayAnd I cannot live in hope of some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/117003357560930120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=117003357560930120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117003357560930120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/117003357560930120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-for-me-by-john-carter-i-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-116973438769299548</id><published>2007-01-25T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:13:07.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Falling Faster        By John CarterWe bowed our headsAnd said our goodbyesYou said "don't forget me"I told you I'd tryAnd time came and wentAnd memories fadeBut somehow with youThe memory stayedI was falling fasterThan I thought I couldAnd the real reasonsAre misunderstoodBut you came alongAnd you said you'd stayNow I'm falling fasterIn a different wayWe bowed our heads And said our hellosI said</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/116973438769299548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=116973438769299548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116973438769299548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116973438769299548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/01/falling-faster-by-john-carter-we-bowed.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-116973428108420138</id><published>2007-01-25T09:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:11:21.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>........ By John CarterWhat did I doTo deserve thisDisserviceSo nervousMy purposeIs fading awayAnd why must youDeny meJust try meAnd promiseBe honestDon't just walk awayWhy don't IJust run for the hillsAnd live for the thrillsI'm sick of these pillsThat make me sit stillI know that it's bad for my healthHow can IJust take itAnd fake itSo nakedCan't break itAnd live for myself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/116973428108420138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=116973428108420138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116973428108420138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116973428108420138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-116973419832268220</id><published>2007-01-25T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:42:25.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's the Way By John CarterI used to wonder howI used to wonder whyI used to be aloneI used to try and tryBut now I'm not afraidAnd now I'm not aloneI've found a place to lay my headI've made myself a homeThere's someone in my life againAnd everything is light againThat's the way she soothes meThat's the way she moves meThat's the wayI used to wonder whenMy life was gonna changeWaiting got me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/116973419832268220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=116973419832268220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116973419832268220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116973419832268220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/01/thats-way-by-john-carter-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-116973409561341330</id><published>2007-01-25T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:08:15.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Sorry  By John CarterThe days are going fast andI thought they would have lastedA little longerThe weeks are flowing by meAll you had to do was try meI'd be strongerNot everything happens for a reasonNot every guilty man is tried for treasonSometimes it's just a phaseI couldn't sleep for daysI'm getting lonelyI'm going deeper inside myselfI'm getting sorryFor all the things I've ever doneI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/116973409561341330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=116973409561341330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116973409561341330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116973409561341330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sorry-by-john-carter-days-are-going.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-116562047366033950</id><published>2006-12-08T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T18:27:53.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AnymorePlease don't turn away my loveWhen you go you break my heartHere the things you're dreaming ofAre right before youIt's a scary world outsideBut lonlier still where you hideCause in the darkness of your mindWe can't console youBut if you run away, know we will forgive youOh but try and stay, you might be surprisedIf you look for love it's gonna find youLook into my eyes and I'll remind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/116562047366033950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=116562047366033950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116562047366033950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116562047366033950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2006/12/anymore-please-dont-turn-away-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-116189635809687243</id><published>2006-10-26T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:59:18.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes By John CarterSometimes I thinkYou dropped my heartJust to watch it fallAnd every timeYou said those wordsYou never cared at allSometimesOh, sometimesI thought you were foreverI thought that it was trueBut now I can't rememberWhat I ever saw in youI thought that it would lastGo on until the endBut you were my sometimes loverYou were my sometimes friend...Sometimes I thinkYou broke my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/116189635809687243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=116189635809687243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116189635809687243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/116189635809687243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-by-john-carter-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-114711339779747745</id><published>2006-05-08T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T14:36:37.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been meaning to carry a pen and paper with me at all times so in the event that I am struck with an idea of pure brilliance (nude laudramats) or even semi-brilliance (Nantucket: A novel based on the Limerick) or even non-brilliance (we are almost out of Jell-O) I would have some sort of written reminder. Of course, this will never happen. The problem with this idea is that I cannot make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/114711339779747745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=114711339779747745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/114711339779747745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/114711339779747745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-been-meaning-to-carry-pen-and.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-114693295884840006</id><published>2006-05-06T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:29:18.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Send in the OwlsDespite what I may have written both on this website and, more recently, in tattoo form, I really don’t hate George Bush all that much. I really don’t hate anyone all that much, at least not enough to actually kill anyone. I think the act of killing people in any context whether it is in war or in the name of God or even as a form of revenge is perverse and wrong-headed on every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/114693295884840006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=114693295884840006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/114693295884840006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/114693295884840006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2006/05/send-in-owls-despite-what-i-may-have.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-113908660008609975</id><published>2006-02-04T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:56:40.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fall Away      By John CarterSitting writing scripturesOn our open bedroom doorPlaying solitaire with picturesOf the times that came beforeThis paradise lost was nothingPlaying solitaire and bluffingLosing to myself is winningPraying as I do when sinningIf ever I should fall awayHelp me back again somedayProp me up and stand me tallAs if I never fell at allStanding on the edgeOf falling down or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/113908660008609975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=113908660008609975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/113908660008609975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/113908660008609975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2006/02/fall-away-by-john-carter-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-113859400006483815</id><published>2006-01-29T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:06:40.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live My Dreams By John CarterYou wonder why I lie awakeOr wrestle in my sleepWhen every waking hour I makeMore promises to keepI wonder if you understandOr even care at allThe life I hold within my handsCould crumble, break, or fallI can't sleepSo I can't dreamWhat to do with the time inbetweenI live to lose another dayThis light within me fades awayAnd I try so hard to live my dreamsBecause it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/113859400006483815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=113859400006483815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/113859400006483815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/113859400006483815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2006/01/live-my-dreams-by-john-carter-you.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-113629584975769546</id><published>2006-01-03T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T08:52:41.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over You By John CarterI’ve been sleeping my way to the middleAnd it isn’t a comforting trendSo I’m out the back door for the last timeCause I can’t even call you my friendSlipping down the ladderOf what does and doesn’t matterWhy am I not important to you?Searching for a wayTo make it better every dayBut if you can’t believe that it’s trueI won’t cry over youI’ve been lying my way to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/113629584975769546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=113629584975769546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/113629584975769546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/113629584975769546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2006/01/over-you-by-john-carter-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-113198023141889696</id><published>2005-11-14T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:57:11.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leave It AloneSince the day I first met youI haven’t told you the whole truthBecause some thingsAre better left unsaidAnd that’s the way it should beBut you keep digging in the pastAt everything I want to leave at lastMaybe we’ll not talk at all,Just staring out across the hallUntil you leave it aloneI told you not to go there, woahYou’re walking on thin air, ohAnd I can make you aware,But I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/113198023141889696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=113198023141889696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/113198023141889696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/113198023141889696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/11/leave-it-alone-since-day-i-first-met.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-113093509397497639</id><published>2005-11-02T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T07:38:13.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Sleep For The Weary By John CarterI lie awakeWatch you sleep, unawareI'll make you hear meI'll make you careAngel before meWhat should I doNo use in sleepingBecause you're there tooThe new day will comeAnd life will go onBut nowHere and nowJust lying in the moonlightEverything is so rightOut of heaven's spotlightAnd I don't want to sleep tonightBreathing is simpleBut living is notWhen I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/113093509397497639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=113093509397497639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/113093509397497639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/113093509397497639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-sleep-for-weary-by-john-carter-i.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112966507399609827</id><published>2005-10-18T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:51:14.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inside Looking OutCount all the days I've been living in solitudeIt all adds up but I don't really want it toCause time is a waste and I don't think it ever lastsI'd rather be stuck in today and forget my pastI am what I am and I don't wanna think aboutThe ways I could change or at least try to figure outThere's no way I'd feel the sameAs I do when I hide my faceI will drown inside myselfIt's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112966507399609827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112966507399609827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112966507399609827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112966507399609827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/10/inside-looking-out-count-all-days-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112950937067402487</id><published>2005-10-16T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:36:10.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For You     By John CarterI always thought you'd beIn love with meToo much thinking made youRun from meBy my love I am tornLike a moth I am drawnInto the light that is youIt's getting hard for meNot to call you every dayI never meant for us toDrift apart this wayI have weathered the stormInto which I was bornI would tame the oceans for youYou've made it clear,I got too nearI used to be happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112950937067402487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112950937067402487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112950937067402487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112950937067402487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-you-by-john-carter-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112903528501171622</id><published>2005-10-11T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T08:54:45.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Capture The Wind By John CarterIf ever my patience should wear a bit thinRemember I'm trying to capture the windIt slips through my fingers and blows through my hairIt's something to chase when you're not thereTell me, why do ITry and catch the windWhen I know that ICan never winThere's a part of meThat longs to beWhere you areBut it seems so farIf you can see to the heart of meYou'll understand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112903528501171622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112903528501171622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112903528501171622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112903528501171622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/10/capture-wind-by-john-carter-if-ever-my.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112852161564773894</id><published>2005-10-05T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:13:35.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Eyes    By John CarterThis endless devotionTo senseless emotionIs leaving me out in the coldThe warmth of your firelightIs gleaming like pyriteI'm foolish to think that it's goldBut IWon't denyThat IFailed to tryAnd ICan't describeThe way I feel insideCan't decideIf IWant to cryOr justRun and hideHide away from your eyesThis pain and this sufferingFrom lies that are coveringThe truth as they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112852161564773894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112852161564773894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112852161564773894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112852161564773894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-eyes-by-john-carter-this-endless.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112822208088296105</id><published>2005-10-01T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:01:20.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forever       By John CarterI see the spark has goneNow from your hollow eyesAnd up until this pointI never realizedThat I could hear youBut you haven't said a thingI always thought that IJust wasn't listeningWhat did we do to each other?Now that we're running for coverI could have sworn you saidYou'd love me foreverWhat of the ties we've severed?Thinking we'd go it togetherI could have sworn I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112822208088296105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112822208088296105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112822208088296105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112822208088296105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/10/forever-by-john-carter-i-see-spark-has.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112619774933049270</id><published>2005-09-08T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:42:29.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remains The Same By John CarterTalking deep into the nightTill no more words remainTalking never seems to helpIt all remains the sameThe weeping treeThe crying hourThe sweetness that has all turned sourWe weary loversWait in vainIt all remains the sameWalking deep into these dreamsWhen this love seems insaneDreaming doesn't seem to helpIt all remains the sameThe weeping treeThe crying hourThe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112619774933049270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112619774933049270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112619774933049270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112619774933049270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/09/remains-same-by-john-carter-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112593735757617321</id><published>2005-09-05T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:22:37.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silver Medals By John CarterI will take no silver medalsI'll accept no second placeI know I could be your championJust by looking at your faceI know we all need heroesHope you know that you are mineI know I could be your soldierAnd protect you all the timeWell, I need youSo don't you ever changeI believe in youThough your methods may be strangeAnd I love youMore than your heart will allowDreaming</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112593735757617321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112593735757617321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112593735757617321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112593735757617321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/09/silver-medals-by-john-carter-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112516793308999932</id><published>2005-08-27T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T14:38:53.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sum By John CarterDon't offer me dreamsI've got dreams of my ownI'm more than I seemI've got secrets unknownI am more than the sumOf my partsIn truth I am worth more than goldWe're colder than what'sIn our heartsThe proof lies in love we have soldDon't offer me heavenIt's all you've got leftWhile you dream of heavenI only see deathI am more than the sumOf my partsIn truth I am worth more than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112516793308999932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112516793308999932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112516793308999932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112516793308999932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/08/sum-by-john-carter-dont-offer-me.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112473152842741644</id><published>2005-08-22T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:25:28.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surrounded And Alone By John CarterBounded by the rules and regulationsAnd the foolish stipulationsOf the love that you had given me that dayFounded on the principleThat life was pure and sensibleIt's easy to romance a fool who wanted it that wayBut I still stand byThe promises we madeAnd I still won't cryAs the memory fades awayWhen we said goodbyeI know you heard me sayI felt surroundedAnd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112473152842741644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112473152842741644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112473152842741644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112473152842741644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/08/surrounded-and-alone-by-john-carter.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112283123241805391</id><published>2005-07-31T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:33:52.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Failure By John CarterI try to keep an eye on youBut I always change to a different viewSo easily distracted awayThe night's an endless partyBut in the morning I'll be sorryThat I've acted this wayIf you ask me if I love youI do (I do)If you ask me if I want youIt's true (It's true)But I think it's time to tell youThe truth behind my failureIs meIf you dig a little deeperYou'll find the path gets</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112283123241805391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112283123241805391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112283123241805391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112283123241805391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/07/failure-by-john-carter-i-try-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-112147217980082362</id><published>2005-07-15T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:02:59.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Way By John CarterPushing myself through the crowd againMaking my way back homeFeeling afraid to look down againLife could be more than I knowAnd it feels just like the first timeEvery time that you're near meOh, it feels just like the first timeEvery time I hear you sayNo wayNo wayAm I ever gonna let you leaveNo wayNo wayAm I ever gonna set you freePushing myself for more againMaking my way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/112147217980082362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=112147217980082362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112147217980082362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/112147217980082362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-way-by-john-carter-pushing-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111971617545845693</id><published>2005-06-25T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:16:15.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Resort By John CarterRunnin' through a cornfield,Backwards, nakedWondering what I feelAnd will I fake itJust to make you happyCan I take itBack againGet on track againOr will this fantasy just fall apartAnother day lateAnother dollar shortWill I make this songMy very last resortAs time goes byWhat will we findTo make us feelWe're doing fine?Picking off the scabsFrom one last battleFeeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111971617545845693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111971617545845693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111971617545845693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111971617545845693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-resort-by-john-carter-runnin.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111826507987037978</id><published>2005-06-08T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:11:19.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Until You Come Around By John CarterIt's a normal dayWhen you walk through the doorSlowly coming toward meYour feet don't hit the floorI don't know what to doCan't turn and walk awayAfter all that we've been throughI can't keep it up this wayI just can't breathe rightCan't sleep at nightI can't be calmWhenever you're aroundI'm just living on my ownFace each day aloneAnd it's all rightUntil you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111826507987037978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111826507987037978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111826507987037978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111826507987037978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/06/until-you-come-around-by-john-carter.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111815346374099996</id><published>2005-06-07T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:11:03.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angels By John CarterI don't believe in GodBut angels might existI know it's out of characterFor me to tell you thisI'm not so sure todayThat all of this is trueBut perhaps I have a saviorAnd maybe she is youI'll never understandBut I'll never ask you whyAnd I know that in this lifetimeSome part of me will dieBut the honor is in livingAnd the glory lies in painAnd the simple truth to thatIs that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111815346374099996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111815346374099996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111815346374099996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111815346374099996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/06/angels-by-john-carter-i-dont-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111810825012334025</id><published>2005-06-06T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:38:13.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally By John CarterNow that I'm finally crazyNow that you got your wishTell me, can you still hear meUnderneath all of this?Now that I've got your numberAnd you think you've got mineCan we please stop pretendingAt least not all the time?Tell me you hear meTell me you careTell me you're finally listeningSomewhere in thereTell me it's finally overTell me we're doing fineTell me you understand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111810825012334025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111810825012334025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111810825012334025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111810825012334025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-by-john-carter-now-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111781817398139961</id><published>2005-06-03T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:02:53.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part of Me By John CarterMy words used to beMy weapon of choiceBut lately it seemsI'm losing my voiceBut words could not sayWhat has not been spokenMy hands did not breakThe hearts that have brokenI may speak softlyBut I know every wordI may think slowlyBut I meant what you heardI may see through youBut I like what I seeI may be goneBut I've left a part of meI know that it seemsThat I'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111781817398139961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111781817398139961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111781817398139961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111781817398139961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/06/part-of-me-by-john-carter-my-words.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111759621315795373</id><published>2005-05-31T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:23:33.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worry (Version 2.0)      By: John CarterI worry that you're never gonna love meI worry that I'll always let you downI worry that you're never thinking of meAnd I'll never get my feet back on the groundOh, it's sad to say I'm sorryBut I'm sorry that you won'tAnd I linger in this momentHoping I won't be aloneI worry that you're on to my fixationI worry that I'll let it slip awayI worry that you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111759621315795373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111759621315795373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111759621315795373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111759621315795373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/05/worry-version-2.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111755935554842884</id><published>2005-05-31T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T13:09:15.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worry By John CarterI worry that you're not gonna love meI worry that I'll never leave this townI worry that this battle's getting uglyI worry that we'll never hear the soundOf the radioWhen it plays our songOr the way we laughWhen life has got us downAnd the hell of itIs not knowingWhen to stop, when to breatheNot to drownI worry that you're gonna leave meAnd I worry that I'll push you awayI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111755935554842884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111755935554842884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111755935554842884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111755935554842884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/05/worry-by-john-carter-i-worry-that.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111625652069997167</id><published>2005-05-16T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:15:20.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Need Me By John carterYou can drive me awayBut it's me you'd missYou can shut me outBut tell me thisWho's gonna love youWhen I'm goneWho's gonna comfort youCrying all aloneI may not know it allBut a blind man could seeYou need meI can see it in your eyesI can feel it in your touchYou want me to goBut tell me this muchWho's gonna love youWhen I'm goneWho's gonna be with youWhen the road gets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111625652069997167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111625652069997167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111625652069997167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111625652069997167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-need-me-by-john-carter-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111593015550025395</id><published>2005-05-12T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:35:55.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I dreamt that Ellen DeGeneres was inexplicably hot for me. We were at some sort of party where she told her friends that she found me irresistibly sexy and that, despite being a lesbian, she wanted to do me. As for myself, I was torn. I'm a big fan of Ellen's. She's incredibly smart and funny, not to mention cute as the proverbial button and sassy as the equally proverbial all get out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111593015550025395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111593015550025395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111593015550025395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111593015550025395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-night-i-dreamt-that-ellen.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111404892924963749</id><published>2005-04-20T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:45:37.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111404892924963749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111404892924963749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111404892924963749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111404892924963749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111379440985084031</id><published>2005-04-17T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:20:09.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stolen Promises By John CarterWe had so much hope for youBut you threw it all awayThis would be so much easierIf you were here todayWe can't see your point of viewSo we'll tell you that you're wrongAnd if by chance you do succeedWell, we knew it all alongHow can you steal my promisesIf you're certain I will failYou pushed me on this balconyNow you say to mind the rail?You want me to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111379440985084031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111379440985084031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111379440985084031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111379440985084031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/04/stolen-promises-by-john-carter-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111240533789933485</id><published>2005-04-01T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:16:31.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep-In Sunday By John CarterIs this Heaven orIs this Hell, andDid I mentionAs near as I can tellThere's love all around andLove in the air, there'sSnow on the ground, catch theseFlakes in your hairYou're not home, and I'mWasting awayDreaming alone on thisSleep-In SundayLend me your ear, I'llShare this silence, andCan you hear meOver the sirens?Tables have turned now andDoors have opened, soHave</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111240533789933485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111240533789933485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111240533789933485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111240533789933485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/04/sleep-in-sunday-by-john-carter-is-this.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111172240662442677</id><published>2005-03-24T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:47:47.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>______________ By John CarterIt's just one of those things, happens when you grow oldWhen you've traded in all of your dreams for your goalsYou've tired of the truth, yet you're losing your old sense of wonderIt comes like a flash in the dark of your mindAnd it seems so damn clear, it's been there all this timeThe curtain pulls back, you snap out of the spell you've been underWe can't change the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111172240662442677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111172240662442677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111172240662442677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111172240662442677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/03/by-john-carter-its-just-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111119311977122255</id><published>2005-03-18T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:45:19.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Words They Haven't Invented Yet By John CarterI know I said I'd tell you how I feelBut I know if I do it won't seem realI thought that I would write it down this timeBut you know the right words just won't rhymeSo this is as close as I can getWithout the words they haven't invented yetYou're sweet and kind and beauty-blindYou love my imperfectionsYou're lost and found and duty-boundYou give my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111119311977122255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111119311977122255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111119311977122255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111119311977122255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/03/words-they-havent-invented-yet-by-john.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-111111341203705729</id><published>2005-03-17T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:36:52.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For You By John CarterAnother piece of paperAnd I stare at these wordsThey're not the first I've writtenBut the first that you have heardBut the obvious will fadeAs do these clouded daysThe darkness on your faceReminds me why I've stayedI only live for youThe heartache I've been throughYou'll empathize, it's trueBut I only live for youAnd I've never understoodWhy I ask for compassionWhen I stand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/111111341203705729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=111111341203705729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111111341203705729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/111111341203705729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-you-by-john-carter-another-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110904062855748893</id><published>2005-02-21T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:50:28.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rest in peace, Hunter S. Thompson. The world is without one more brilliant lunatic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110904062855748893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110904062855748893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110904062855748893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110904062855748893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/02/rest-in-peace-hunter-s.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110896136877104164</id><published>2005-02-20T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:49:28.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He tore feverishly at her bodice, ripping it off her sweat-drenched body. Having just bought the bodice, this really bummed her out. Still, she wanted more than anything to be devoured by his earthy passion. Unfortunately the idea of saying "devour me with your earthy passion" creeped her out, so instead she murmured "Hum daddy bow-wow." He had no idea what she was talking about and found himself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110896136877104164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110896136877104164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110896136877104164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110896136877104164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/02/he-tore-feverishly-at-her-bodice.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110896092683187268</id><published>2005-02-20T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:42:06.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was in the shower this morning, I thought: If we assume a Big Bang beginning of the universe, then every molecule, every atom, every proton, every electron, every quark, every wavelength, every vibration, every multi-dimensional string, every everything that makes up everything else shares an ineffable property of pre-Bang Oneness. Assuming that, then every everything is always moving in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110896092683187268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110896092683187268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110896092683187268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110896092683187268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-i-was-in-shower-this-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110757174814527784</id><published>2005-02-04T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T21:49:08.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Change By John CarterI don't wanna bendCause it's easier to breakWhen living this and loving youAre more than I can takeBut I don't wanna goCause it's easier to stayHow long can I keep it upLoving you this way?Everything changes,Nothing stays the sameHow to rearrange thisWith nobody to blameI don't wanna waste my lifeChasing down a dreamIn a world full of changeWhere nothing's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110757174814527784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110757174814527784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110757174814527784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110757174814527784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/02/change-by-john-carter-i-dont-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110752615301825349</id><published>2005-02-04T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T20:08:23.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sell yourself to meNothing comes for freeTake off your disguiseAnd make me recognizeBlack and white, it's truePresent themselves to youBut grey is all you seeSo sell yourself to me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110752615301825349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110752615301825349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110752615301825349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110752615301825349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/02/sell-yourself-to-me-nothing-comes-for.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110722061483530552</id><published>2005-01-31T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:16:54.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apology By John CarterEvery night a partyEvery day a masqueradeWhere the makeup never changesAnd the beauty never fadesA raven silhouetteSet against a neon sunNever settle downGet your loving on the runI could never hold you downI would never even tryI could never ground a birdWhich was clearly meant to flySo, if my friend is trueAnd if my heart is realI will take no more from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110722061483530552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110722061483530552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110722061483530552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110722061483530552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/01/apology-by-john-carter-every-night.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110651038982987630</id><published>2005-01-23T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:44:39.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Refresh My Memory By John CarterMemories fade awayDreaming of the dayI'll have you back againBeen a long, long timeSince Hollywood and VineWill you take me there again?It's been three monthsIn these crowded roomsDreaming onlyOf someday soonWhen you'll come back to meRefresh my memoryHow to deal with lifeUnderneath the knifeWill you teach me how again?We'll give it a tryMaybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110651038982987630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110651038982987630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110651038982987630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110651038982987630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/01/refresh-my-memory-by-john-carter.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110636476225910935</id><published>2005-01-21T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T14:06:32.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dissection By John CarterI wanna take you apartI just don't know where to startInside your mindThis noose unwindsDieDieDieDissectionA cold reflectionNow that I know the truth insideRunning away from what you hideNow that I knowNow that I knowDissectionI wanna know who you areI wanna see through the starI need to findYour world, unkindDieDieDieDissectionA cold reflection</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110636476225910935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110636476225910935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110636476225910935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110636476225910935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/01/dissection-by-john-carter-i-wanna-take.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110489505174652998</id><published>2005-01-04T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T22:17:31.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wake Up By John CarterNight falls downAcross your faceFeatures fadeWithout a traceWordless whispersIn quiet dreamsIn this darknessThe silence screamsWake upWake upWake up and know meWake upWake upWake up and set me freeMoving picturesIn darkened roomsStreaks of colorIn seamless gloomWild tangentsCrossing linesTwisted figuresIn violent timesWake upWake upWake up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110489505174652998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110489505174652998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110489505174652998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110489505174652998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2005/01/wake-up-by-john-carter-night-falls.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110408157326223357</id><published>2004-12-26T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T12:19:33.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Good As You By John CarterI've been trying to make the mostOf the days you've given meTried to be a gracious hostBut I'm starting now to seeI'll never be as good as youBut that doesn't mean that I won't tryNo, I'll never be as good as youBut that doesn't mean I'll say goodbyeBeen trying to get a handleOn what's wrong and what's rightBut I still can't hold a candleTo your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110408157326223357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110408157326223357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110408157326223357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110408157326223357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/12/as-good-as-you-by-john-carter-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110358966466540529</id><published>2004-12-20T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:41:04.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Through By John CarterTonight it's overTonight we're throughOh, how I wishYour words didn't ring trueBut one last thingBefore I goThere's one last thingI want you to knowI loved you the dayI looked in your eyesAnd I know that you sawThrough my simple disguiseAnd I never did stopLoving you like I doBut I know I can't makeYou love me tooI tried my bestWe gave it a chanceBut </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110358966466540529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110358966466540529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110358966466540529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110358966466540529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/12/through-by-john-carter-tonight-its.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110291151746239566</id><published>2004-12-12T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T23:18:37.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just too wiseTo be surprisedBy all the liesThat you tell meYou've hurt me moreThan you did beforeNow what's in storeFor the lonely?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110291151746239566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110291151746239566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110291151746239566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110291151746239566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-just-too-wise-to-be-surprised-by.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110247185365684430</id><published>2004-12-07T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T20:50:39.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beneath The Moon By John CarterMoonlight plays across your faceYour scars look out of placeThe shadows seem to dance tonightLong lost heroes come to lifeAnd fall under the knifeYou put up such a splendid fightStep back from the edgeOf escape so cold and deadI'll give anything to be with youOpen darkened eyes to seeAnd save yourself for meI'll do anything to see this through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110247185365684430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110247185365684430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110247185365684430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110247185365684430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/12/beneath-moon-by-john-carter-moonlight.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110177574883375778</id><published>2004-11-29T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T19:49:08.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faith By John CarterPlease forgive meFor I've been a foolI'm no strangerTo this dark roomShow me love nowWarm and trueHide the miseryCold and cruelI've been batteredBruised and bustedHeart's been shatteredBy those I've trustedAnd I'd ignoredThis pain insideTil you restoredMy faith in lifePlease allow meTime to explainForgotten pleasureRemembered painI've seen time fly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110177574883375778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110177574883375778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110177574883375778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110177574883375778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/faith-by-john-carter-please-forgive-me.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110151299698312481</id><published>2004-11-26T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T18:49:56.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walk On Water By John CarterYou sayWe're probably better off this wayAnd you don't have a reason to stayBut I can't live with thatIt seemsYou're occupied with all your dreamsAnd I'm not sure what all this meansAnd I can't live with thatOh, we lived by the seaIn a castle in the sandAnd I'll walk on the waterTo see you againI'll run for your shoresMake you understandI'll walk on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110151299698312481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110151299698312481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110151299698312481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110151299698312481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/walk-on-water-by-john-carter-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110126478682351338</id><published>2004-11-23T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:53:06.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost In You By John CarterThe sound you hearIs crying in the darkThe bond we madeIs pulling us apartThe love I hadIs clinging to my backCan't stand,But I don't careI get lost in youI can't tell the truthFrom the liesThat you sayI can't live this wayI get lost in youI've betrayed my youthFor the liesThat you sayI can't live this wayThe voice you hearIs pounding in my head</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110126478682351338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110126478682351338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110126478682351338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110126478682351338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/lost-in-you-by-john-carter-sound-you.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110100869077173136</id><published>2004-11-20T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T22:44:50.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just To Know You By John CarterYou're not a friendYou're not an enemyYou're everything and nothingTo me nowYou're a GodsendYou've been sent to meAnd I've got to know about youSomehowWho are youWhat are you doing in my lifeWho are youHave you come to join this fightYou're all that I believe inBut you're everything I'm notA dream I fall asleep inI'll give up everything I've got</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110100869077173136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110100869077173136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110100869077173136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110100869077173136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-to-know-you-by-john-carter-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110074409096210706</id><published>2004-11-17T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T21:15:32.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Time By John CarterI still feel your soulInside meBut I can't break these chainsThat bind meI can't say whoDesigned meTo feel likeThis timeIt's all gonna changeMaybe this timeI won't take the blameNow I realizeWith you here to holdI will never walk aloneBut I feel so coldI still see you hereBeside meBut I can't speak to youSo kindlyI can't love youSo blindly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110074409096210706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110074409096210706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110074409096210706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110074409096210706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-time-by-john-carter-i-still-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110057380575758861</id><published>2004-11-15T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:56:45.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Only Way By John CarterThey say the choices that we makeThe chances that we takeDefine who we becomeWell, I'm hoping that it's nothingBut it surely feels like somethingAnd I wonder, what have I done?It seems like every day is a MondayI'd like to be free, just for one dayIt's too late to look backAnd I'm starting to crackAnd you're the only wayThere's no sunshine in my day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110057380575758861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110057380575758861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110057380575758861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110057380575758861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/only-way-by-john-carter-they-say.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-110018657771155363</id><published>2004-11-11T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:07:50.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flower In The Dust By John CarterShe's a wild one, nowAnd she runs freeShe won't fade out,And won't concedeShe laughs a littleWhen she bleedsAnd she gets byWith what she needsShe's a flower in the dustSome parts are hollow,And some parts rustThere's nothing you can doTo make her fall in love with youJust hope to one dayEarn her trustShe's a flower in the dustShe packed a bag</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/110018657771155363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=110018657771155363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110018657771155363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/110018657771155363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/flower-in-dust-by-john-carter-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109996454469940923</id><published>2004-11-08T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:42:24.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell Me You Love Me By John CarterTell me you love meOr tell me you don'tYou say that I'll hurt youI tell you I won'tAsk me no questionsAnd I'll tell you no liesDon't you know by nowHow to read my disguiseAnd I feel so boldAnd it feels so rightTo be with youRight here tonightOh, I feel so coldAnd it feels so wrongTo know you weren'tHere all alongTell me a storyWith laughter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109996454469940923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109996454469940923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109996454469940923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109996454469940923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/tell-me-you-love-me-by-john-carter.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109980144314811451</id><published>2004-11-06T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:24:03.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surrounded By John CarterEverywhere I lookI'm surrounded by foolsBlinded by the mediaThey're nothing but toolsA new demographicThey don't much careFor personal freedomThey run cuz they're scaredAnd the Executive BranchIs pimping their terrorTo convince the poor massesThey'd better beware"The war is around us,We'll fight it abroadOr we'll fight it at home"We believe this fraud?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109980144314811451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109980144314811451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109980144314811451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109980144314811451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/surrounded-by-john-carter-everywhere-i.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109971305189961411</id><published>2004-11-05T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:50:51.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alexandra The Great  By John CarterNobody talks aboutAlexander the GoodOr the things that you sayYou'd have done if you couldNobody knowsThe love you don't shareI just stumble aroundBlisslessly unawareSo tell me you love meIf it were ever trueAnd maybe you'll hearThat I've loved you tooI see you look at meAnd I know I can waitTo watch you becomeAlexandra the Great...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109971305189961411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109971305189961411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109971305189961411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109971305189961411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/alexandra-great-by-john-carter-nobody.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109961347098646480</id><published>2004-11-04T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T15:37:08.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sober  By John CarterI'm not the kindTo suffer in silenceBut the truth remainsNo man is an islandI'm trying to fillThis deepening holeBut the dirt just pilesOn top of my soulYou can be so cruelWhen you're soberSo do your worst,Wake me up when it's overThese times go byAnd I can't recallOne day that wasn'tFucked up at allHow can I explainAnd how could I denyThis torch of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109961347098646480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109961347098646480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109961347098646480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109961347098646480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/sober-by-john-carter-im-not-kind-to.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109953243119861754</id><published>2004-11-03T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T10:09:20.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Superstitious By John CarterYou know I ain't superstitious'Bout where I sleep tonightI just pray my wishesAnd I turn out the lightCan't help but think about youWhat you're doing nowYou know I can't live without youI'll be with you somehowI know it's my turnTo walk awayCan't force myself to goI know in my heartYou'll turn awayBut I want you to knowI love youAnd I love the way you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109953243119861754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109953243119861754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109953243119861754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109953243119861754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/superstitious-by-john-carteryou-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109944341879411275</id><published>2004-11-02T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:56:58.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll Be There By John CarterYou'll never knowHow much you mean to meAnd you'll never knowHow I feel insideOh, you'll never knowThe joy you bring to meAnd you'll never knowThe love I've tried to hideBut you knowIt's all forgivableAnd you knowWhen life's not livableI'll be thereYou'll never knowThe way things could've beenAnd you'll never knowThe times that you have missedOh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109944341879411275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109944341879411275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109944341879411275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109944341879411275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/ill-be-there-by-john-carter-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109933190409091503</id><published>2004-11-01T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T12:58:24.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank YouI feel like a motel paintingBolted to a bathroom wallAs if anyone would everWant to take me at allAnd it seems so dramaticThese things that I feelSo damaged insideWhile the outside's healedBut you've seen my worstAnd you've found my bestAnd you've turned my soulInto a comfortable nestThe sun shines a little brighterWhenever you're nearAnd I'm emptier without youWhen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109933190409091503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109933190409091503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109933190409091503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109933190409091503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/11/thank-you-i-feel-like-motel-painting.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109891749549127139</id><published>2004-10-27T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:51:35.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to Live By John CarterWould you see itIf I showed youWould you believeIf you were toldThat the greatest thingYou'd ever haveCould not be boughtOr sold?What would you share with meIf I gave you a lifetime?What could you take from meIf I had it all to give?How could we make this lastIf we give it a lifeline?And who will I becomeIf you show me how to live?Would you tell me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109891749549127139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109891749549127139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109891749549127139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109891749549127139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-to-live-by-john-carter-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109855953584653233</id><published>2004-10-23T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T15:25:35.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrong By John CarterNo use in making a sceneThis break is gonna be cleanYou know it's not rightIt's just not rightI'm not going down in flamesAnd I'm not taking this blameYou know it's not rightIt's not rightIt's not rightYou think you're strongBut you're wrongYou're wrongYou pull me alongBut I'm goneI'm goneThere is no making this rightBut I've never failed to fightYou know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109855953584653233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109855953584653233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109855953584653233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109855953584653233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/10/wrong-by-john-carter-no-use-in-making.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109832461651305323</id><published>2004-10-20T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T22:10:16.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Run Away By John CarterI'm so afraidI'm slipping awayI'm so scared to failBut it gets easier each dayI'm tired insideI know that I've triedTo be who I should beIt's who I am insideWasting awayPassing the daysTrying to run awayFailing to fightThis fading lightTrying to run awayRun away...I'm pacing my cageThese bars are a stagePerforming my songAnd feeling so strangeI'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109832461651305323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109832461651305323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109832461651305323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109832461651305323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/10/run-away-by-john-carter-im-so-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109820141701702757</id><published>2004-10-19T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T11:56:57.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bridge By John CarterYou can look at it allIn a positive lightBut the positive lightBurned out last nightYou don't know it allBut you know it ain't rightWhy someone like youShould have to fightTrying to liveFlying too highFinding the edgeAnd learning to cryFighting gravityStanding over the ledgeAnd turning awayWalking off of the bridgeYou see it so clearIt's not meant for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109820141701702757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109820141701702757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109820141701702757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109820141701702757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/10/bridge-by-john-carter-you-can-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109745154321327381</id><published>2004-10-10T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T19:39:45.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free By John CarterI slammed the door shutOn part of my lifeI severed contactWith a slice of the knifeI locked that doorAnd threw away the keyBut you've awokenThat lost part of meI'm breaking down the wallsStaring into destinyRunning down these hallsRacing for the chance to beFreeI once escapedFrom this tragic desireI made my wayThrough the lake of fireWhen I arrivedAt the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109745154321327381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109745154321327381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109745154321327381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109745154321327381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/10/free-by-john-carter-i-slammed-door.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109727263306653947</id><published>2004-10-08T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T17:57:13.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Won't Forget By John CarterSpent my life asA foregone conclusionAnd I treasureThese little illusionsI don't thinkI can take this confusionThese desperate delusionsAre pouring over my headI've been downBut it's looking upI can walkI just can't stand upI've been waiting for youI just didn't know it yetBut I won't forgetAll this time giving inTo temptationAlways searching for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109727263306653947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109727263306653947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109727263306653947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109727263306653947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-wont-forget-by-john-carter-spent-my.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109702924886383773</id><published>2004-10-05T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:20:48.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smiling In The Dark  By John CarterDon't mind meI'm only smiling in the darkI'm only thinkingOf the time we spent apartAnd how it made me love you moreDon't you worryIt's only tearing me apartI'm only wonderingIf this was love from the startWhen you were still the girl next doorIf you're wonderingWhy I never smile at anyoneYou'll be happy to knowIt's all because of youI've only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109702924886383773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109702924886383773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109702924886383773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109702924886383773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/10/smiling-in-dark-by-john-carter-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109694806261289914</id><published>2004-10-04T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:47:42.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rather By John CarterI'm all tapped outHollowed out insideBleeding out my purposeDrowning in my prideI'm crying outBegging you to stayFeeling out my lifelineFading into greyChorus:I'd rather die in my worldThan live in yours another dayI can't keep it up this wayI'd rather lie to this girlThan sit in silence all alongI can't write another songIf I were a better manI'd sing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109694806261289914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109694806261289914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109694806261289914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109694806261289914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/10/rather-by-john-carter-im-all-tapped.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109657533867483770</id><published>2004-09-30T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:15:38.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come Away By John CarterIf you need me to define youAnd when some cold winter finds youI won't be here to remind youThat you're freeIf your everyday romancesLeave you uncertain of your chancesAnd the fire in your eyes dancesCome away with me...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109657533867483770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109657533867483770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109657533867483770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109657533867483770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/come-away-by-john-carter-if-you-need.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109650887510369120</id><published>2004-09-29T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:17:50.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bus Stop By The HolliesBus stop, wet day, she's there, I sayPlease share my umbrellaBus stop, bus goes, she stays, love growsUnder my umbrellaAll that summer we enjoyed itWind and rain and shineThat umbrella, we employed itBy August, she was mineEvery morning I would see her waiting at the stopSometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she boughtAll the people stared as if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109650887510369120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109650887510369120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109650887510369120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109650887510369120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/bus-stop-by-hollies-bus-stop-wet-day.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109642219082285932</id><published>2004-09-28T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T21:43:10.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forever Again By John CarterSome time agoI lost myselfTrying to find the truthSomewhere I wentAlong this shelfJust trying to find youIt's the first timeIn a long timeThat I am not afraidFor the first timeIn a long timeI wish that I had stayedI've been waitingFor a reasonTo reveal myself to youIt's amazingHow this seasonHas forgiven me my youthI lost myselfBut I found </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109642219082285932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109642219082285932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109642219082285932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109642219082285932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/forever-again-by-john-carter-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109629931084028558</id><published>2004-09-27T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T11:35:10.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They say that these are not the best of timesBut they’re the only times I’ve ever knownAnd I believe there is a time for meditationIn cathedrals of our ownNow I have seen that sad surrender in my lover’s eyesAnd I can only stand apart and sympathizeFor we are always what our situations hand usIt’s either sadness or euphoriaSo we’ll argue and we’ll compromiseAnd realize that nothing’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109629931084028558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109629931084028558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109629931084028558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109629931084028558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/they-say-that-these-are-not-best-of.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109626031452503981</id><published>2004-09-27T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:22:07.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don't Want To Go Home By John CarterIt's getting dark outsideYou say you have to goI understandThat you've got plansBut I want you to knowI don't want to go homeI don't want to leave you nowI know I have to stay hereI just don't know howIt's getting late, nowIt's time for us to partI always knewI can't have youSo why did I even start?I don't want to go homeHow could I leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109626031452503981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109626031452503981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109626031452503981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109626031452503981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-dont-want-to-go-home-by-john-carter.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109536039123969871</id><published>2004-09-16T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T14:46:31.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somewhere, Somehow By John CarterI've got no place to goAnd no one to seeBut somewhereSomeone is waiting for meI've got time on my handsAnd stains on my clothesBut somewhereMy weakness is starting to showIt seems I'm always waitingFor somewhere and somehowBut I don't want to live for thatI want to be here nowYou know I want youYou know I careI'll be with youSomehow, somewhere</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109536039123969871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109536039123969871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109536039123969871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109536039123969871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/somewhere-somehow-by-john-carter-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109528849180636875</id><published>2004-09-15T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:16:32.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love By John CarterI never believed in loveUntil I realized it was goneAnd there was this pain in my chestLike something had just shriveled up insideAnd lain down to dieI thought it was OKTo just say the wordsAnd never mean themUntil I didn't say the wordsBut I did mean themAnd the part of me that diedWas some stupid little thingSomething superfluousI never knew was thereAnd I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109528849180636875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109528849180636875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109528849180636875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109528849180636875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/love-by-john-carter-i-never-believed.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109527479857969868</id><published>2004-09-15T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:17:08.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alice's Restaurant By Arlo Guthrie This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's Restaurant.You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109527479857969868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109527479857969868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109527479857969868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109527479857969868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/alices-restaurant-by-arlo-guthrie-this.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109513084526647704</id><published>2004-09-13T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:18:29.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love's Divine By SealThe rainstorm came over meAnd I felt my spirit breakI had lost all of my belief you seeAnd realize my mistakeBut time through a prayer to meAnd all around me became stillI need love, love's divinePlease forgive me, now I see that I’ve been blindGive me love, love is what I needTo help me know my nameThrough the rainstorm came sanctuaryAnd I felt my spirit fly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109513084526647704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109513084526647704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109513084526647704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109513084526647704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/loves-divine-by-seal-rainstorm-came.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109504243567531060</id><published>2004-09-12T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:19:43.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jailed By John CarterYou can't smoke that here,I thought we made it clearThey're coming downTo slap the cuffs on youThey'll haul you off to jailBut let the killers out on bailAs if the copsDidn't have enough to do...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109504243567531060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109504243567531060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109504243567531060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109504243567531060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/jailed-by-john-carter-you-cant-smoke.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109485773358540843</id><published>2004-09-10T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:20:04.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Abby By John PrineDear Abby, Dear AbbyMy feet are too longMy hair's falling outAnd my rights are all wrongMy friends they all tell meI've no friends at allWon't you write me a letter,Won't you give me a callSigned, BewilderedBewildered, BewilderedYou have no complaintYou are what you areAnd you ain't what you ain'tSo listen up Buster, and listen up goodStop wishing for bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109485773358540843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109485773358540843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109485773358540843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109485773358540843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/dear-abby-by-john-prine-dear-abby-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109483915652251135</id><published>2004-09-10T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:59:16.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My World By John CarterI won't take this blameI'm done keeping you saneAll you give me is painSo I've brought you the sameWelcome to my worldWelcome to my sinWelcome the darknessWe've all been cleansed inI heard what you saidHow you wish I was deadNot a thought in your headBut your daily breadWelcome to my worldWelcome to my hateWelcome the new bondsThe ones you can't break</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109483915652251135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109483915652251135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109483915652251135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109483915652251135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-world-by-john-carter-i-wont-take.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109461273279957860</id><published>2004-09-07T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:05:32.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She came without a farthingA babe without a nameSo much ado about nothingIs what she'd try to saySo much ado my loverSo many games we playedThrough every fleeted summerThrough every precious dayAll DeadAll DeadAll the dreams we hadAnd I wonder why I still live onAll DeadAll DeadAnd alone I'm sparedMy sweeter half insteadAll DeadAnd GoneAll Dead...All DeadAll DeadAt the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109461273279957860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109461273279957860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109461273279957860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109461273279957860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/she-came-without-farthing-babe-without.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109457397599182634</id><published>2004-09-07T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T12:19:35.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breakaway  By Kelly Clarkson (Lyrics by Avril Lavigne)Grew up in a small townAnd when the rain would fall downI'd just stare out my windowDreaming of what could beAnd if I'd end up happyI would prayTrying hard to reach outBut, when I tried to speak outFelt like no one could hear meWanted to belong hereBut something felt so wrong hereSo I'd prayI could break awayI'll spread my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109457397599182634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109457397599182634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109457397599182634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109457397599182634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/breakaway-by-kelly-clarkson-lyrics-by.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109416950731900575</id><published>2004-09-02T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T19:58:27.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walking Alone By John CarterSince I met youI've never known fearAnd my choicesHave all seemed so clearThe time we spent togetherWas the best time of my lifeAnd the pain of your leavingHas cut me like a knifeNow that you've left meOh, now that you've departedI just don't knowIf we can finish what we startedI know you love me soI know you had to goI know that you'll come homeBut</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109416950731900575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109416950731900575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109416950731900575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109416950731900575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/09/walking-alone-by-john-carter-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4007703.post-109390340718085584</id><published>2004-08-30T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:11:11.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will not waste chalk I will not aim for the head I will not skateboard in the halls I will not barf unless I'm sick I will not burp in class I will not expose the ignorance of the faculty I will not instigate revolution I saw nothing unusual in the teacher's lounge I will not draw naked ladies in class I will not conduct my own fire drills I did not see Elvis I will return the seeing-eye dog </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/feeds/109390340718085584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4007703&amp;postID=109390340718085584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109390340718085584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4007703/posts/default/109390340718085584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirenssilence.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-will-not-waste-chalk-i-will-not-aim.html' title=''/><author><name>123454321</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189579875396690387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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