<?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-8844497093725508544</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:37:13.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Through the Rain</title><subtitle type='html'>Music is my favorite thing in the world. Here is why...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B Kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124805496573453783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.christineglade.com/bkiddo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844497093725508544.post-6875316044646189994</id><published>2007-03-30T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:06:27.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bartender - Blake Shelton</title><content type='html'>I walk into work at 4pm and prepare to watch the dance of humanity. I love my job 95% of the time. What else could a person do that means getting paid to socialize? Great job for the class chatterbox throughout school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Bourbon and Coke laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At all of my jokes when he's drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Martini stares and he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never shares what he's thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Sexy Red Wine tells me at closing time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That she'll phone me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Whiskey Shot Glass watches hookers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walk past when he's lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a bartender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pour the drinkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laugh with the sinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And cry with the saints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And even if they don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I try to make their bar tender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Never Does Tip says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That none of his kids ever call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs. Chews On Her Lip tells someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's at work on her cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs. Husband Just Died always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breaks down and cries on the weekends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just another long night in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bartender's life with some good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a bartenderI pour the drinkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laugh with the sinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And cry with the saints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And even if they don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I try to make their bar tender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And even if they don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I try to make their bar tender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844497093725508544-6875316044646189994?l=singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6875316044646189994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844497093725508544&amp;postID=6875316044646189994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default/6875316044646189994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default/6875316044646189994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/bartender-blake-shelton.html' title='The Bartender - Blake Shelton'/><author><name>B Kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124805496573453783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.christineglade.com/bkiddo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844497093725508544.post-4696020214283228857</id><published>2007-03-28T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:28:52.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4. Memory Motel - Rolling Stones</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite Stones songs. In high-school we spent an unimaginable amount of time trying to determine the location of the motel from clues in the song. I had a t-shirt made for my boyfriend that read “Where is Memory Motel”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're just a memory of a love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That used to mean so much to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're just a memory girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're just a sweet memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it used to mean so much to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sha la la la la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She got a mind of her own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she use it well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mighty fine, she's one of a kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've been ten thousand miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been in fifteen states &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just some friends of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And they're busting down the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844497093725508544-4696020214283228857?l=singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4696020214283228857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844497093725508544&amp;postID=4696020214283228857&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default/4696020214283228857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default/4696020214283228857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/4-memory-motel-rolling-stones_28.html' title='4. Memory Motel - Rolling Stones'/><author><name>B Kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124805496573453783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.christineglade.com/bkiddo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844497093725508544.post-2221981639280907767</id><published>2007-03-27T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:55:46.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3. Sir Duke - Stevie Wonder</title><content type='html'>A time when I was not quite sure of myself. My friends weren’t friends and I allowed myself to be used and abused by them. Low self-esteem and lacking confidence. That time really contributed to my current higher self-esteem and escalated confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music is a world within itself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a language we all understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With an equal opportunity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For all to sing, dance and clap their hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But just because a record has a groove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't make it in the groove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you can tell right away at letter A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the people start to move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They can feel it all over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They can feel it all over people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They can feel it all over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They can feel it all over people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844497093725508544-2221981639280907767?l=singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2221981639280907767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844497093725508544&amp;postID=2221981639280907767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default/2221981639280907767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default/2221981639280907767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/3-sir-duke-stevie-wonder.html' title='3. Sir Duke - Stevie Wonder'/><author><name>B Kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124805496573453783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.christineglade.com/bkiddo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844497093725508544.post-3326138777582467232</id><published>2007-03-25T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:23:05.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2. Send in the Clowns - Shirley Bassey</title><content type='html'>Oh the terror that I felt when I heard that beautiful soothing voice. The only sound throughout the house when my mother was angry. Should I take the wrath? Or run away fast as I can. I chose the latter whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it rich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it queer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Losing my timing this lateIn my career? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And where are the clowns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There ought to be clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844497093725508544-3326138777582467232?l=singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3326138777582467232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844497093725508544&amp;postID=3326138777582467232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default/3326138777582467232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default/3326138777582467232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/2007/03/2-send-in-clowns-shirley-bassey.html' title='2. Send in the Clowns - Shirley Bassey'/><author><name>B Kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124805496573453783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.christineglade.com/bkiddo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844497093725508544.post-2498653279715491550</id><published>2007-02-20T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:36:11.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1. Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>One note and I tear up. Remembering how small I really am. Remembering I am never really alone. Remembering there is always hope. Remembering I still have faith. Perfect song when performed by anyone. Ringing out from Scottish Warpipes is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through many dangers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toils and snares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have already come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;twas grace that brought me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safely thus far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And grace will lead me home&lt;br /&gt;And when this heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And flesh shall fail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And mortal life shall cease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall possess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within the vail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A life of joy and peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8844497093725508544-2498653279715491550?l=singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2498653279715491550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8844497093725508544&amp;postID=2498653279715491550&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default/2498653279715491550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8844497093725508544/posts/default/2498653279715491550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingthroughtherain.blogspot.com/2007/02/1-amazing-grace.html' title='1. Amazing Grace'/><author><name>B Kiddo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18124805496573453783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.christineglade.com/bkiddo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
