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		<title>Anna Molly (Incubus)</title>
		<link>http://cocke.wordpress.com/2008/01/10/anna-molly-incubus/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 14:32:30 +0000</pubDate>
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A cloud hangs over
Its a city by the sea
I watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be
Out there and sober as a well for loneliness
Please do persist girl its time we met and made a mess
 
I picture your face in the back of my eyes
A fire in the attic a proof of the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=cocke.wordpress.com&blog=691491&post=60&subd=cocke&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Love Hurts (Incubus)</title>
		<link>http://cocke.wordpress.com/2008/01/10/love-hurts-incubus/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 14:25:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cocke</dc:creator>
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Tonight we drink to youth

And holding fast to truth

I don't want to lose what I had as a boy
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat
As common as a cold day in LA
 
Sometimes when I&#8217;m alone
I wonder, is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
 
Love hurts
But [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=cocke.wordpress.com&blog=691491&post=59&subd=cocke&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Vermillion Part 2 (Slipknot)</title>
		<link>http://cocke.wordpress.com/2007/12/13/vermillion-part-2-slipknot/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 03:37:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cocke</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Música]]></category>

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She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I&#8217;d do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don&#8217;t know what to do, I don&#8217;t know what to do when she makes me sad.


She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=cocke.wordpress.com&blog=691491&post=57&subd=cocke&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Vermillion (Slipknot)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 03:34:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cocke</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Música]]></category>

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 She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalaties
So fragile yet so devious
She continues to see
Climatic hands that press
Her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home
Forever

Oh (She&#8217;s the only one that makes me sad)
She is everything and more
The solemn hypnotic
My Dalia, bathed in posession
She is home to me
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		<title>Holiday in Cambodia (Dead Kennedys)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 01:55:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cocke</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Música]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Holiday In Cambodia
  
 So you been to school
 For a year or two
 And you know you&#8217;ve seen it all
 In daddy&#8217;s car
 Thinkin&#8217; you&#8217;ll go far
 Back east your type don&#8217;t crawl 
 
 Play ethnicky jazz
 To parade your snazz
 On your five grand stereo
 Braggin&#8217; that you know
 How the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=cocke.wordpress.com&blog=691491&post=53&subd=cocke&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Kill (30 Seconds to Mars)</title>
		<link>http://cocke.wordpress.com/2007/08/16/the-kill-30-seconds-to-mars/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 19:22:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cocke</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[What if I wanted to break?
Laugh it all on your face
What would you do?
What if I fell to the floor?
Couldn’t take this anymore
What would you do, do, do?
Come break me down Bury me bury me
I am finished with you.
What if I wanted to fight?
Beg for the rest of my life!
What would you do?
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		<title>From Yesterday (30 Seconds to Mars)</title>
		<link>http://cocke.wordpress.com/2007/08/13/from-yesterday-30-seconds-to-mars/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 03:23:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cocke</dc:creator>
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&#160;
 He´s a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one
For a fortune he´d quit
But it´s hard to admit
How it ends and begins
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
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		<title>Infinito Amor (Lucybell)</title>
		<link>http://cocke.wordpress.com/2007/08/12/infinito-amor-lucybell/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 03:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cocke</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Música]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ Te mueves en la luz
Tu cuerpo al retorcer
Se quiebra como nuez
Te ciegas en la luz
Tus labios ya sin piel
Tratando de entender
Que la justicia esta perdida en la
penumbra
Te mueves en la luz
Te pierdes en la luz
 Cuidado en lo que pides
Que te lo pueden dar
Cuidado en lo que pides
Que te lo pueden dar
Te lo pueden [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=cocke.wordpress.com&blog=691491&post=48&subd=cocke&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Alone (The Gathering)</title>
		<link>http://cocke.wordpress.com/2007/08/02/alone-the-gathering/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 22:20:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cocke</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Música]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 						Now you see me
Getting better
I&#8217;m right here on this plate
And i&#8217;ll make it
A bit heavier
By growing all the way
Did you find it
All much easier
So stoop to where i was?
With your power
And your knowledge
To leave me here
Alone
Alone
I&#8217;m all alone
Alone
Alone
I&#8217;m all alone
Now is the time
For being humble
By holding you down on your knees
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		<title>Televators &#8211; The Mars Volta</title>
		<link>http://cocke.wordpress.com/2007/07/30/televators-the-mars-volta/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 08:47:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cocke</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobiquets
Riddle me this
Flinch stitcheing
Aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
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