<?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-7987867333953758583</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:00:20.364+08:00</updated><category term='Rah Band'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='The Real Thing'/><category term='Tears For Fears'/><category term='The Smiths'/><title type='text'>Stuck in the 80's</title><subtitle type='html'>Awet and the best decade of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-2808501418094373581</id><published>2007-02-04T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:07:10.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Start Of The Breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTApiA8RzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/E3aosvkbCOM/s1600-h/TheHurting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTApiA8RzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/E3aosvkbCOM/s400/TheHurting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027354903790241586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MANOLE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MANOLE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt; Scratch the ice&lt;br /&gt;Let the telephone ring&lt;br /&gt;Sense of time is a powerful thing&lt;br /&gt;And we love to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Love to cry&lt;br /&gt;Half alive&lt;br /&gt;We love to&lt;br /&gt;Go slow when we're dancing for rain&lt;br /&gt;Dry skin flakes where there's ice in the vien&lt;br /&gt;And we love to cry&lt;br /&gt;Half alive&lt;br /&gt;Is this the start of the breakdown ?&lt;br /&gt;Scratch the earth&lt;br /&gt;Dig the burial ground&lt;br /&gt;Sense of time won't be easily found&lt;br /&gt;And ten out of ten&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who defend&lt;br /&gt;Pretend too&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown is a final demand&lt;br /&gt;( We stand firm with our heads in our hands )&lt;br /&gt;As we love to to cry&lt;br /&gt;Half alive&lt;br /&gt;Is this the start of the breakdown ?&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand you&lt;br /&gt;Is this the start of the breakdown ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-2808501418094373581?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/2808501418094373581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=2808501418094373581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/2808501418094373581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/2808501418094373581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-start-of-breakdown.html' title='Tears For Fears - Start Of The Breakdown'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTApiA8RzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/E3aosvkbCOM/s72-c/TheHurting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-4784727612812192839</id><published>2007-02-04T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:07:39.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Watch Me Bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTA0CA8R0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/dR-aIDZ17is/s1600-h/TheHurting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTA0CA8R0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/dR-aIDZ17is/s400/TheHurting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027355084178868034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heaven comes to he who waits&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And all the deeds of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Have really helped to pave my way&lt;br /&gt;Though there's no one near me now&lt;br /&gt;How come everyone can touch me&lt;br /&gt;You see the torture on my brow&lt;br /&gt;Relates to neither here nor now&lt;br /&gt;Watch me bleed&lt;br /&gt;Bleed forever&lt;br /&gt;Although my face is straight, it lies&lt;br /&gt;My body feels the Pain and cries&lt;br /&gt;Here the table is not bare&lt;br /&gt;I am full but feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;For all the warmth it feels so cold&lt;br /&gt;For one so young I feel so old&lt;br /&gt;Watch me bleed&lt;br /&gt;Bleed forever&lt;br /&gt;It's not allowed to be unkind&lt;br /&gt;But still the hate lives in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll make no noise&lt;br /&gt;I'll hide my pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I won't complain&lt;br /&gt;I'll lie right back and take the blame&lt;br /&gt;And trie to tell myself I'm living&lt;br /&gt;And when it's all been said or done&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go ?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I run ?&lt;br /&gt;What's left of me or anyone when we've denied the hurting ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-4784727612812192839?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/4784727612812192839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=4784727612812192839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/4784727612812192839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/4784727612812192839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-watch-me-bleed.html' title='Tears For Fears - Watch Me Bleed'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTA0CA8R0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/dR-aIDZ17is/s72-c/TheHurting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-3258104004063414463</id><published>2007-02-04T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:07:57.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Suffer The Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTA8SA8R1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kClOyEvxaVU/s1600-h/TheHurting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTA8SA8R1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kClOyEvxaVU/s400/TheHurting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027355225912788818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a sad affair&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one there&lt;br /&gt;He calls out in the night&lt;br /&gt;And it's so unfair&lt;br /&gt;At least it seems that way&lt;br /&gt;When you gave him his life&lt;br /&gt;And all this time he's been getting you down&lt;br /&gt;You ought to pick him up when there's no one around&lt;br /&gt;And convince him&lt;br /&gt;Just talk to him&lt;br /&gt;Cos he knows in his heart you won't be home soon&lt;br /&gt;He's an only child in an only room&lt;br /&gt;And he's dependant on you&lt;br /&gt;And it seems so strange&lt;br /&gt;That at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Making love can be so good&lt;br /&gt;But the Pain of birth&lt;br /&gt;What is it worth&lt;br /&gt;When it don't turn out the way it should&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-3258104004063414463?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/3258104004063414463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=3258104004063414463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/3258104004063414463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/3258104004063414463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-suffer-children.html' title='Tears For Fears - Suffer The Children'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTA8SA8R1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kClOyEvxaVU/s72-c/TheHurting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-2120508840181602232</id><published>2007-02-04T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:08:11.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Memories Fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTBGCA8R2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/l9_b-AsUqGA/s1600-h/TheHurting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTBGCA8R2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/l9_b-AsUqGA/s400/TheHurting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027355393416513378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's only need&lt;br /&gt;I love your need&lt;br /&gt;So much I'm losing me&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see the reason for the Pain&lt;br /&gt;With hungry joy&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your toy&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping you will play&lt;br /&gt;Without hope my body starts to fail&lt;br /&gt;Memories fade but the scars still linger&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever love again&lt;br /&gt;Memories fade but the scars still linger&lt;br /&gt;I cannot grow&lt;br /&gt;I cannot move&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fell my age&lt;br /&gt;The vice like grip of tension holds me fast&lt;br /&gt;Engulfed by you&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;When History's my cage&lt;br /&gt;Look foward to a future in the past&lt;br /&gt;The more I talk&lt;br /&gt;The more I say&lt;br /&gt;The less you seem to hear&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless in a most peculiar way&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is weak&lt;br /&gt;Your need is great&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is too dear&lt;br /&gt;For you to use to take the Pain away&lt;br /&gt;Memories Fade&lt;br /&gt;No don't pretend you can justify the end&lt;br /&gt;Memories fade but the scars still linger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-2120508840181602232?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/2120508840181602232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=2120508840181602232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/2120508840181602232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/2120508840181602232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-memories-fade.html' title='Tears For Fears - Memories Fade'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTBGCA8R2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/l9_b-AsUqGA/s72-c/TheHurting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-2602385393800279945</id><published>2007-02-04T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:08:40.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - The Hurting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTBlCA8R3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9jwI715asP4/s1600-h/TheHurting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTBlCA8R3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9jwI715asP4/s400/TheHurting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027355925992458098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is it an horrific dream&lt;br /&gt;Am I sinking fast&lt;br /&gt;Could a person be so mean&lt;br /&gt;As to laugh and laugh&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;Could you ease my load&lt;br /&gt;Could you see my Pain&lt;br /&gt;Could you please explain&lt;br /&gt;The Hurting&lt;br /&gt;Could you understand a child&lt;br /&gt;When he cries in Pain&lt;br /&gt;Could you give him all he needs&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;All along&lt;br /&gt;You've been told you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;When you felt it right&lt;br /&gt;And you're left to fight&lt;br /&gt;The Hurting&lt;br /&gt;Get in line with the things you know&lt;br /&gt;Feel the Pain&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Touch the hurt and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;Get in line with the things you know&lt;br /&gt;Learn to cry&lt;br /&gt;Like a baby&lt;br /&gt;Then the hurting won't come back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-2602385393800279945?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/2602385393800279945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=2602385393800279945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/2602385393800279945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/2602385393800279945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-broken_03.html' title='Tears For Fears - The Hurting'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTBlCA8R3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9jwI715asP4/s72-c/TheHurting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-3017171751259682135</id><published>2007-02-04T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:14:43.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTC_iA8R-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/g3vnj87PVCk/s1600-h/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTC_iA8R-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/g3vnj87PVCk/s400/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027357480770619362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Between the searching and the need to work it out&lt;br /&gt;I stop believing everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Broken&lt;br /&gt;We are broken&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking uphill being turned around and round&lt;br /&gt;Secret in motion when my feet are on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Broken&lt;br /&gt;We are broken&lt;br /&gt;In my mind's eye&lt;br /&gt;One little boy anger one little man&lt;br /&gt;Funny how time flies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-3017171751259682135?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/3017171751259682135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=3017171751259682135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/3017171751259682135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/3017171751259682135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-broken.html' title='Tears For Fears - Broken'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTC_iA8R-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/g3vnj87PVCk/s72-c/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-3677414001615536705</id><published>2007-02-04T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:09:40.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Working Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTBzyA8R4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gp6Lobg0pz0/s1600-h/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTBzyA8R4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gp6Lobg0pz0/s400/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027356179395528578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These things&lt;br /&gt;That I've&lt;br /&gt;Been told&lt;br /&gt;Can rearrange&lt;br /&gt;My world&lt;br /&gt;My doubt&lt;br /&gt;In time&lt;br /&gt;But inside out&lt;br /&gt;This is the working hour&lt;br /&gt;We are paid by those who learn by our mistake&lt;br /&gt;This day&lt;br /&gt;And age&lt;br /&gt;For all&lt;br /&gt;And not for one&lt;br /&gt;All lies&lt;br /&gt;And secrets&lt;br /&gt;Put on&lt;br /&gt;Put on and on&lt;br /&gt;This is the working hour&lt;br /&gt;We are paid by those who learn by our mistake&lt;br /&gt;And fear is such a vicious thing&lt;br /&gt;It wraps me up in chains&lt;br /&gt;Find out&lt;br /&gt;Find out&lt;br /&gt;What this fear is about&lt;br /&gt;Find out&lt;br /&gt;Find out&lt;br /&gt;What this fear is about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-3677414001615536705?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/3677414001615536705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=3677414001615536705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/3677414001615536705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/3677414001615536705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-working-hour.html' title='Tears For Fears - Working Hour'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTBzyA8R4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gp6Lobg0pz0/s72-c/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-2832419772129097213</id><published>2007-02-04T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:10:14.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Mothers Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTB8SA8R5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/WPlzpokhtM4/s1600-h/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTB8SA8R5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/WPlzpokhtM4/s400/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027356325424416658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My features form with a change in the weather&lt;br /&gt;Weekend&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out&lt;br /&gt;My features form with a change in the weather&lt;br /&gt;Weekend&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;When the mothers talk&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;When the mothers talk&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you're not good enough&lt;br /&gt;It's just that we can make you better&lt;br /&gt;Given that you pay the price&lt;br /&gt;We can keep you young and tender&lt;br /&gt;Following in the footsteps of a funeral pyre&lt;br /&gt;You were paid not listen now your house is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when things get started&lt;br /&gt;When everything starts to happen&lt;br /&gt;My features form with a change in the weather&lt;br /&gt;Some of us horrified&lt;br /&gt;Others never talk about it&lt;br /&gt;But when the weather starts to burn&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll know that you're in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Following in the footsteps of a soldier girl&lt;br /&gt;It is time to put your clothes on and to face the world&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel your luck is changing&lt;br /&gt;When everything starts to happen&lt;br /&gt;Put your head right next to my heart&lt;br /&gt;The beat of the drum is the fear of the dark&lt;br /&gt;My features form with a change in the weather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-2832419772129097213?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/2832419772129097213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=2832419772129097213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/2832419772129097213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/2832419772129097213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-mothers-talk.html' title='Tears For Fears - Mothers Talk'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTB8SA8R5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/WPlzpokhtM4/s72-c/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-4922990163284214310</id><published>2007-02-04T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:11:54.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Advice For The Young At Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTCUiA8R6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qi9NLeatfP4/s1600-h/TheSeedsOfLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTCUiA8R6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qi9NLeatfP4/s400/TheSeedsOfLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027356742036244386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Advice for the young at heart&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will be older&lt;br /&gt;When we gonna make it work ?&lt;br /&gt;Too many people living in a secret world&lt;br /&gt;While they play mothers and fathers&lt;br /&gt;We play little boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;When we gonna make it work ?&lt;br /&gt;I could be happy&lt;br /&gt;I could be quite naive&lt;br /&gt;It's only me and my shadows&lt;br /&gt;Happy in our make believe&lt;br /&gt;Soon...&lt;br /&gt;And with the hounds at bay&lt;br /&gt;I'll call your bluff&lt;br /&gt;Cos it would be okay&lt;br /&gt;To walk on tiptoes everyday&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of you and all the love that's due&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a promise, I'll make a stand&lt;br /&gt;Cos to these big brown eyes, this comes as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;We've got the whole wide world in our hands&lt;br /&gt;Advice for the young at heart&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will be older&lt;br /&gt;When we gonna make it work ?&lt;br /&gt;Love is promise&lt;br /&gt;Love is a souvenir&lt;br /&gt;Once given&lt;br /&gt;Never forgotten, never let it disappear&lt;br /&gt;This could be our last chance&lt;br /&gt;When we gonna make it work ?&lt;br /&gt;Working hour is over&lt;br /&gt;And how it makes me weep&lt;br /&gt;Cos someone sent my soul to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of you and all the love that's due&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a promise, I'll make a stand&lt;br /&gt;Cos to these big brown eyes, this comes as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;We've got the whole wide world in our hands&lt;br /&gt;Advice for the young at heart&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will be older&lt;br /&gt;When we gonna make it work ?&lt;br /&gt;Working hour is over&lt;br /&gt;We can do anyhting that we want&lt;br /&gt;Anything that we feel like doing&lt;br /&gt;Advice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-4922990163284214310?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/4922990163284214310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=4922990163284214310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/4922990163284214310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/4922990163284214310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-advice-for-young-at.html' title='Tears For Fears - Advice For The Young At Heart'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTCUiA8R6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qi9NLeatfP4/s72-c/TheSeedsOfLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-9066632913197500348</id><published>2007-02-04T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:13:04.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - I Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTCmyA8R7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Du15Mv5lwJc/s1600-h/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTCmyA8R7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Du15Mv5lwJc/s400/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027357055568857010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I believe that when the hurting and the pain has gone&lt;br /&gt;We will be strong, Oh yes we will be strong&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that if I'm crying while I write these words&lt;br /&gt;Is it absurb ? Or am I being real&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you knew just what these tears were for&lt;br /&gt;They would just pour like every drop of rain&lt;br /&gt;That's why I believe it is too late for anyone to believe&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you thought for a moment, took your time&lt;br /&gt;You would not resign yourself to your fate&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that if it's written in the stars, that's fine&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny that I'm a Virgo too&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if your bristling while you hear this song&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong or have I hit a nerve ?&lt;br /&gt;That's why I believe it is too late for anyone to believe&lt;br /&gt;I believe that maybe somewhere in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;In the nighttime, In the storm&lt;br /&gt;In the casino&lt;br /&gt;Casino spanish eyes&lt;br /&gt;I believe, no I can't believe that every time you hear a new born scream&lt;br /&gt;You just can't see the shaping of a life&lt;br /&gt;The shaping of a life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-9066632913197500348?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/9066632913197500348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=9066632913197500348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/9066632913197500348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/9066632913197500348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-i-believe.html' title='Tears For Fears - I Believe'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTCmyA8R7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Du15Mv5lwJc/s72-c/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-5898816254069799868</id><published>2007-02-04T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:13:35.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Mad World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTCuyA8R8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/uhoQn5As4EU/s1600-h/TheHurting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTCuyA8R8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/uhoQn5As4EU/s400/TheHurting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027357193007810498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All around me are familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early for their daily races&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And their tears are filling up their glasses&lt;br /&gt;No expression, no expression&lt;br /&gt;Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No tomorrow, no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It's a very, very&lt;br /&gt;Mad World&lt;br /&gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Made to feel the way that every child should&lt;br /&gt;Sit and listen, sit and listen&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous&lt;br /&gt;No one knew me, no one knew me&lt;br /&gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson&lt;br /&gt;Look right through me, look right through me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-5898816254069799868?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/5898816254069799868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=5898816254069799868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/5898816254069799868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/5898816254069799868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-mad-world.html' title='Tears For Fears - Mad World'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTCuyA8R8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/uhoQn5As4EU/s72-c/TheHurting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-5766995371320045026</id><published>2007-02-04T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:14:11.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Head Over Heals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTC3iA8R9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4R59J8wN8zI/s1600-h/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTC3iA8R9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4R59J8wN8zI/s400/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027357343331665874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I wanted to be with you alone&lt;br /&gt;And talk about the weather&lt;br /&gt;But traditions I can trace against the child in your face&lt;br /&gt;Won't escape my attention&lt;br /&gt;You keep your distance with a system of touch&lt;br /&gt;And gentle persuasion&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in admiration could I need you this much&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;You're just wasting time&lt;br /&gt;Something happens and I'm head over heels&lt;br /&gt;I never find out till I'm head over heels&lt;br /&gt;Something happens and I'm head over heels&lt;br /&gt;Ah don't take my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw it away&lt;br /&gt;I made a fire and watching burn&lt;br /&gt;Thought of your future&lt;br /&gt;With one foot in the past now just how long will it last&lt;br /&gt;No no no have you no ambition&lt;br /&gt;My mother and my brothers used to breathe in clean in air&lt;br /&gt;And dreaming I'm a doctor&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be a man when there's a gun in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh I feel so...&lt;br /&gt;Something happens and I'm head over heels&lt;br /&gt;And this my four leaf clover&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the line, one open mind&lt;br /&gt;This is my four leaf clover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-5766995371320045026?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/5766995371320045026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=5766995371320045026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/5766995371320045026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/5766995371320045026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-head-over-heals.html' title='Tears For Fears - Head Over Heals'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTC3iA8R9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4R59J8wN8zI/s72-c/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-8797383235751752575</id><published>2007-02-04T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:15:30.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Shout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDLSA8R_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/IyUp_qq_Exc/s1600-h/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDLSA8R_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/IyUp_qq_Exc/s400/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027357682634082290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Shout&lt;br /&gt;Shout&lt;br /&gt;Let it all out&lt;br /&gt;These are things I can do without&lt;br /&gt;Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;In violent times&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't have to sell your soul&lt;br /&gt;In black and white&lt;br /&gt;They really really ought to know&lt;br /&gt;Those one track minds&lt;br /&gt;That took you for a working boy&lt;br /&gt;Kiss them goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't have to jump for joy&lt;br /&gt;Shout&lt;br /&gt;They gave you life&lt;br /&gt;And in return you gave them them hell&lt;br /&gt;As cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;I hope we live to tell the tale&lt;br /&gt;Shout&lt;br /&gt;And when you've taken down your guard&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'd really love to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Shout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-8797383235751752575?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/8797383235751752575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=8797383235751752575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/8797383235751752575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/8797383235751752575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-shout.html' title='Tears For Fears - Shout'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDLSA8R_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/IyUp_qq_Exc/s72-c/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-829256005065119393</id><published>2007-02-04T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:16:07.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Woman In Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDUCA8SAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-47VjLK2XZo/s1600-h/TheSeedsOfLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDUCA8SAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-47VjLK2XZo/s400/TheSeedsOfLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027357832957937666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  You better love loving and you better behave&lt;br /&gt;You better love loving and you better behave&lt;br /&gt;Woman in Chains&lt;br /&gt;Woman in Chains&lt;br /&gt;Calls her man the Great White Hope&lt;br /&gt;Says she's fine, she'll always cope&lt;br /&gt;Woman in Chains&lt;br /&gt;Woman in Chains&lt;br /&gt;Well I feel lying and waiting is a poor man's deal&lt;br /&gt;And I feel hopelessly weighed down by your eyes of steel&lt;br /&gt;It's a world gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Woman in Chains&lt;br /&gt;Trades her soul as skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;Sells the only thing she owns&lt;br /&gt;Woman in Chains&lt;br /&gt;Woman in Chains&lt;br /&gt;Men of Stone&lt;br /&gt;Men of Stone&lt;br /&gt;Well I feel deep in your heart there are wounds Time can't heals&lt;br /&gt;And I feel somebody somewhere is trying to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;It's a world gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Woman in Chains&lt;br /&gt;It's under my skin but out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear it apart but I won't understand&lt;br /&gt;I will not accept the Greatness of Man&lt;br /&gt;It's a world gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Woman in Chains&lt;br /&gt;So Free Her&lt;br /&gt;So Free Her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-829256005065119393?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/829256005065119393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=829256005065119393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/829256005065119393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/829256005065119393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-woman-in-chains.html' title='Tears For Fears - Woman In Chains'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDUCA8SAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-47VjLK2XZo/s72-c/TheSeedsOfLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-4179661987136508754</id><published>2007-02-04T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:16:44.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Everybody Wants To Rule The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDdCA8SBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oQssebu0jDg/s1600-h/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDdCA8SBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oQssebu0jDg/s400/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027357987576760338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Welcome to your life&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;Even while sleep&lt;br /&gt;We will find you&lt;br /&gt;Acting on your best behaviour&lt;br /&gt;Turn your back on mother nature&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;It's my own design&lt;br /&gt;It's my own remorse&lt;br /&gt;Help me to decide&lt;br /&gt;Help make the most&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom and of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;There's a room where the light won't find you&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;When they do I'll be right behind you&lt;br /&gt;So glad we've almost made it&lt;br /&gt;So sad they had fade it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand this indecision&lt;br /&gt;Married with a lack of vision&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;Say that you'll never never never need it&lt;br /&gt;One headline why believe it ?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;All for freedom and for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-4179661987136508754?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/4179661987136508754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=4179661987136508754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/4179661987136508754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/4179661987136508754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-everybody-wants-to-rule.html' title='Tears For Fears - Everybody Wants To Rule The World'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDdCA8SBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oQssebu0jDg/s72-c/SongsFromTheBigChair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-2140786937389149921</id><published>2007-02-04T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:17:23.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Sowing The Seeds Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDnSA8SCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MHfvzCzCjfA/s1600-h/TheSeedsOfLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDnSA8SCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MHfvzCzCjfA/s400/TheSeedsOfLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027358163670419490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  High time we made a stand and shook up the views of the common man&lt;br /&gt;And the lovetrain rides from coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;D.J.'s the man we love the most&lt;br /&gt;Could you be, could you be squeaky clean&lt;br /&gt;And smash any hope of democracry ?&lt;br /&gt;As the headline says you're free to choose&lt;br /&gt;There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes&lt;br /&gt;One of these days they're gonna call it the blues&lt;br /&gt;And anything is possible when you're Sowing the Seeds of Love&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible - Sowing the Seeds of Love&lt;br /&gt;I spy tears in thier eyes&lt;br /&gt;They look to the skies for some kind of divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;Food goes to waste !&lt;br /&gt;So nice to eat, so nice to taste&lt;br /&gt;Politician Grannie with your high ideals&lt;br /&gt;Have you no idea how the Majority feels ?&lt;br /&gt;So without love and a promise land&lt;br /&gt;We're fools to the rules of a Goverment plan&lt;br /&gt;Kick out the style ! Bring back the jam !&lt;br /&gt;Anything...&lt;br /&gt;Sowing the Seeds&lt;br /&gt;The birds and the bees&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend and me in love&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it&lt;br /&gt;If you're a worried man - then shout about it&lt;br /&gt;Open hearts - feel about it&lt;br /&gt;Open minds - think about it&lt;br /&gt;Everyone - read about it&lt;br /&gt;Everyone - scream about it !&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;Everyone - read about it, read about it&lt;br /&gt;Read in the books in the crannies and the nooks there are books to read&lt;br /&gt;Chorus !&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. England Sowing the Seeds of Love)&lt;br /&gt;Time to eat all your words&lt;br /&gt;Swallow your pride&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;High time we made a stand and shook up the views of the common man&lt;br /&gt;And the lovetrain rides from coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of every hour - " I Love a Sunflower "&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in lovepower, Love power, LOVEPOWER !!!&lt;br /&gt;Sowing the Seeds&lt;br /&gt;An end to need&lt;br /&gt;And the Politics of Greed&lt;br /&gt;With love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-2140786937389149921?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/2140786937389149921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=2140786937389149921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/2140786937389149921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/2140786937389149921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-sowing-seeds-of-love.html' title='Tears For Fears - Sowing The Seeds Of Love'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_98CISi2Sei4/RcTDnSA8SCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MHfvzCzCjfA/s72-c/TheSeedsOfLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-6546814671070418585</id><published>2007-02-04T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:50:01.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - Still ill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving&lt;br /&gt;England is mine and it owes me a living&lt;br /&gt;ask me why and I'll spit in your eye&lt;br /&gt;ask me why and I'll spit in your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we cannot cling&lt;br /&gt;to the old dreams anymore&lt;br /&gt;no we cannot cling&lt;br /&gt;to those dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the body rule the mind&lt;br /&gt;or does the mind rule the body?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the iron bridge we kissed&lt;br /&gt;and although I ended up with sore lips&lt;br /&gt;it just wasn't like&lt;br /&gt;the old days anymore&lt;br /&gt;no it wasn't like those days&lt;br /&gt;am I still ill?&lt;br /&gt;am I still ill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the body rule the mind&lt;br /&gt;or does the mind rule the body?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why and I'll die&lt;br /&gt;oh ask me why and I'll die&lt;br /&gt;and if you must go to work tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;well if I were you I wouldn't bother&lt;br /&gt;for there are brighter sides to life&lt;br /&gt;and I should know because I've seen them&lt;br /&gt;but not very often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the iron bridge we kissed&lt;br /&gt;and although I ended up with sore lips&lt;br /&gt;it just wasn't like&lt;br /&gt;the old days anymore&lt;br /&gt;no it wasn't like those days&lt;br /&gt;am I still ill?&lt;br /&gt;am I still ill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-6546814671070418585?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/6546814671070418585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=6546814671070418585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/6546814671070418585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/6546814671070418585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiths-still-ill.html' title='The Smiths - Still ill'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-323293466920456801</id><published>2007-02-04T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:49:26.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - This Charming Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Punctured bicycle&lt;br /&gt;on a hillside desolate&lt;br /&gt;will Nature make a man of me yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in this charming car&lt;br /&gt;this charming man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why pamper life's complexities&lt;br /&gt;when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;but I haven't got a stitch to wear&lt;br /&gt;this man said "It's gruesome&lt;br /&gt;that someone so handsome should care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jumped-up pantry boy&lt;br /&gt;who never knew his place&lt;br /&gt;he said "return the rings"&lt;br /&gt;he knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;he knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;but I haven't got a stitch to wear&lt;br /&gt;this man said "It's gruesome&lt;br /&gt;that someone so handsome should care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This charming man&lt;br /&gt;this charming man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jumped-up pantry boy&lt;br /&gt;who never knew his place&lt;br /&gt;he said "return the ring"&lt;br /&gt;he knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;he knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;he knows so much about these things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-323293466920456801?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/323293466920456801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=323293466920456801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/323293466920456801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/323293466920456801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiths-this-charming-man.html' title='The Smiths - This Charming Man'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-1361230075518348647</id><published>2007-02-04T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:48:50.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - How soon is now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I am the son&lt;br /&gt;and the heir&lt;br /&gt;of a shyness that is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and heir&lt;br /&gt;of nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;how can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the son&lt;br /&gt;and the heir&lt;br /&gt;of a shyness that is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and the heir&lt;br /&gt;of nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;how can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a club if you'd like to go&lt;br /&gt;you could meet somebody who really loves you&lt;br /&gt;so you go, and you stand on your own&lt;br /&gt;and you leave on your own&lt;br /&gt;and you go home, and you cry&lt;br /&gt;and you want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's gonna happen "now"&lt;br /&gt;well, when exactly do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;see I've already waited too long&lt;br /&gt;and all my hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;how can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else does&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-1361230075518348647?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/1361230075518348647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=1361230075518348647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/1361230075518348647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/1361230075518348647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiths-how-soon-is-now.html' title='The Smiths - How soon is now'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-1595703981197318178</id><published>2007-02-04T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:48:02.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - I want the one I can't have</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  On the day that your mentality&lt;br /&gt;catches up with your biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the one I can't have&lt;br /&gt;and it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;it's written all over my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A double-bed&lt;br /&gt;and a stalwart lover, for sure&lt;br /&gt;these are the riches of the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A double-bed&lt;br /&gt;and a stalwart lover, for sure&lt;br /&gt;these are the riches of the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[refrain]&lt;br /&gt;A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails&lt;br /&gt;raised on Prisoner's Aid&lt;br /&gt;he killed a policeman when he was&lt;br /&gt;thirteen&lt;br /&gt;and someone that really impressed&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;it's written all over my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day that your mentality&lt;br /&gt;catches up with your biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever need self-validation&lt;br /&gt;just meet me in the alley by the&lt;br /&gt;railway-station&lt;br /&gt;it's written all over my face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-1595703981197318178?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/1595703981197318178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=1595703981197318178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/1595703981197318178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/1595703981197318178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiths-i-want-one-i-cant-have.html' title='The Smiths - I want the one I can&apos;t have'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-4617997183890055672</id><published>2007-02-04T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:47:02.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - Please, please, please let me get what I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Good times for a change&lt;br /&gt;see, the luck I've had&lt;br /&gt;can make a good man&lt;br /&gt;turn bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please please please&lt;br /&gt;let me, let me, let me&lt;br /&gt;let me get what I want&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had a dream in a long time&lt;br /&gt;see, the life I've had&lt;br /&gt;can make a good man bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for once in my life&lt;br /&gt;let me get what I want&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows it would be the first time&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows it would be the first time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-4617997183890055672?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/4617997183890055672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=4617997183890055672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/4617997183890055672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/4617997183890055672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiths-please-please-please-let-me-get.html' title='The Smiths - Please, please, please let me get what I want'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-5211312984975611569</id><published>2007-02-04T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:46:02.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now</title><content type='html'>I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour&lt;br /&gt;but heaven knows I'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a job, and then I found a job&lt;br /&gt;and heaven knows I'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;why do I give valuable time&lt;br /&gt;to people who don't care if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers entwined pass me by&lt;br /&gt;and heaven knows I'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a job, and then I found a job&lt;br /&gt;and heaven knows I'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;why do I give valuable time&lt;br /&gt;to people who don't care if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she asked of me at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Caligula would have blushed&lt;br /&gt;"You've been the house too long" she said&lt;br /&gt;and I naturally fled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;why do I smile&lt;br /&gt;at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour&lt;br /&gt;but heaven knows I'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;"You've been the house too long" she said&lt;br /&gt;and I naturally fled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;why do I give valuable time&lt;br /&gt;to people who don't care if I live or die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-5211312984975611569?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/5211312984975611569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=5211312984975611569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/5211312984975611569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/5211312984975611569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiths-heaven-knows-im-miserable-now.html' title='The Smiths - Heaven Knows I&apos;m Miserable Now'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-4615826044746065037</id><published>2007-02-04T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:45:50.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - William, it was really nothing</title><content type='html'>The rain falls hard on a humdrum town&lt;br /&gt;this town has dragged you down&lt;br /&gt;oh the rain falls hard on a humdrum town&lt;br /&gt;this town has dragged you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's got to live their life&lt;br /&gt;and God knows I've got to live mine&lt;br /&gt;God knows I've got to live mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William, William it was really nothing&lt;br /&gt;William, William it was really nothing&lt;br /&gt;it was your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you stay with a fat girl who'll say:&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to marry me&lt;br /&gt;and if you like you can buy the ring"&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't care about anything&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to marry me&lt;br /&gt;and if you like you can buy the ring"&lt;br /&gt;I don't dream about anyone&lt;br /&gt;except myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William, William it was really nothing&lt;br /&gt;William, William&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-4615826044746065037?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/4615826044746065037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=4615826044746065037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/4615826044746065037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/4615826044746065037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiths-william-it-was-really-nothing.html' title='The Smiths - William, it was really nothing'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-7079647552469538161</id><published>2007-02-04T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:45:32.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - Girlfriend in a Coma</title><content type='html'>Girlfriend in a coma, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know - it's serious&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend in a coma, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know - it's really serious&lt;br /&gt;There were times&lt;br /&gt;When I could&lt;br /&gt;Have 'murdered' her&lt;br /&gt;(but, you know, I would hate&lt;br /&gt;Anything to happen to her)&lt;br /&gt;NO, I DON'T WANT TO SEE HER&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think&lt;br /&gt;She'll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend in a coma, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know - it's serious&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I could&lt;br /&gt;Have 'strangled' her&lt;br /&gt;(but, you know, I would hate&lt;br /&gt;Anything to happen to her)&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;LET ME SEE HER!&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think&lt;br /&gt;She'll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;Let me whisper my last goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - IT'S SERIOUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-7079647552469538161?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/7079647552469538161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=7079647552469538161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/7079647552469538161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/7079647552469538161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiths-girlfriend-in-coma.html' title='The Smiths - Girlfriend in a Coma'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-8577591489817291109</id><published>2007-02-04T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:39:51.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - Panic</title><content type='html'>Panic on the streets of London&lt;br /&gt;Panic on the streets of Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to myself&lt;br /&gt;Could life ever be sane again ?&lt;br /&gt;The Leeds side-streets that you slip down&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hopes may rise on the Grasmere&lt;br /&gt;But Honey Pie, you're not safe here&lt;br /&gt;So you run down&lt;br /&gt;To the safety of the town&lt;br /&gt;But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle&lt;br /&gt;Dublin, Dundee, Humberside&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn down the disco&lt;br /&gt;Hang the blessed DJ&lt;br /&gt;Because the music that they constantly play&lt;br /&gt;IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Hang the blessed DJ&lt;br /&gt;Because the music they constantly play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down&lt;br /&gt;Provincial towns you jog 'round&lt;br /&gt;Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ&lt;br /&gt;Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ&lt;br /&gt;HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ&lt;br /&gt;HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ&lt;br /&gt;HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ&lt;br /&gt;Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ&lt;br /&gt;HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ&lt;br /&gt;HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ&lt;br /&gt;Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ&lt;br /&gt;HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ&lt;br /&gt;HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ&lt;br /&gt;Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ&lt;br /&gt;HANG THE DJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-8577591489817291109?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/8577591489817291109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=8577591489817291109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/8577591489817291109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/8577591489817291109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiths-panic.html' title='The Smiths - Panic'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-8357178209414205936</id><published>2007-02-04T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:40:16.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Pale Shelter</title><content type='html'>How can I be sure ?&lt;br /&gt;When your intrusion is my illusion&lt;br /&gt;How can I be sure&lt;br /&gt;When all the time you changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I asked for more and more&lt;br /&gt;How can I be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don’t give me love&lt;br /&gt;You gave me pale shelter&lt;br /&gt;You don’t give me love&lt;br /&gt;You give me cold hands&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t operate on this failure&lt;br /&gt;When all I want to be is&lt;br /&gt;Completely in command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be sure&lt;br /&gt;For all you say you keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;How can I be sure&lt;br /&gt;When all you do is see me through&lt;br /&gt;I asked for more and more&lt;br /&gt;How can I be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been here before&lt;br /&gt;There is no why, no need to try&lt;br /&gt;I thought you had it all&lt;br /&gt;I’m calling you, I’m calling you&lt;br /&gt;I ask for more and more&lt;br /&gt;How can I be sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-8357178209414205936?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/8357178209414205936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=8357178209414205936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/8357178209414205936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/8357178209414205936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-pale-shelter.html' title='Tears For Fears - Pale Shelter'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-8634370386130556709</id><published>2007-02-04T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:40:33.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears For Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tears For Fears - Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You walked in to the room&lt;br /&gt;I just had to laugh&lt;br /&gt;The face you wore was cool&lt;br /&gt;You were a photograph&lt;br /&gt;When its all too late&lt;br /&gt;Its all too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have the time&lt;br /&gt;I did not have the nerve&lt;br /&gt;To ask you how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;When its all too late&lt;br /&gt;Its all too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change&lt;br /&gt;You can change&lt;br /&gt;And something on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Became a point of view&lt;br /&gt;You lost your honesty&lt;br /&gt;I lost the life in you&lt;br /&gt;When its all too late&lt;br /&gt;Its all too late&lt;br /&gt;We walk and talk in time&lt;br /&gt;I walk and talk in two&lt;br /&gt;Where does the end of me&lt;br /&gt;Become the start of you&lt;br /&gt;When its all too late&lt;br /&gt;Its all too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to&lt;br /&gt;The friend that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Has he gone away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-8634370386130556709?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/8634370386130556709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=8634370386130556709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/8634370386130556709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/8634370386130556709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/tears-for-fears-change.html' title='Tears For Fears - Change'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-3904710627920714001</id><published>2007-02-02T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:40:49.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Real Thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Real Thing - You to me are everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmm, I would take the stars out of the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Stop the rain from falling if you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you, your wish is my command&lt;br /&gt;I could move a mountain when your hand is in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, Words could not express how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;There must be some other way to make you see&lt;br /&gt;If it takes my heart and soul you know I'd pay the price&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I possess I'd gladly sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I can sing, oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;To you I guess I'm just a clown who picks you up&lt;br /&gt;Each time you're down, oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;You give me just a taste of love to build my hopes up high&lt;br /&gt;You know you got the power girl to keep me holding on&lt;br /&gt;So now you've got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Come on and take the rest of me, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, Though you're close to me, we seem so far apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe given time you'll have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;If it takes forever girl, then I'm prepared to wait&lt;br /&gt;The day you give your love to me won't be a day too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I can sing, oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;To you I guess I'm just a clown who picks you up&lt;br /&gt;Each time you're down, oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;You give me just a taste of love to build my hopes up high&lt;br /&gt;You know you got the power girl to keep me holding on&lt;br /&gt;So now you've got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Come on and take the rest of me oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I can sing, oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I need you baby)&lt;br /&gt;You to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I can sing oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;(You are everything to me, can't you see?)&lt;br /&gt;You to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I can sing oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;(You're the sweetest song that I can sing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-3904710627920714001?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/3904710627920714001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=3904710627920714001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/3904710627920714001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/3904710627920714001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/real-thing-you-to-me-are-everything.html' title='The Real Thing - You to me are everything'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-8679256224701934872</id><published>2007-02-02T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:41:06.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Real Thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Real Thing - No way</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No way - no way - no way -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I leave your door&lt;br /&gt;when we say good-night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me more and more&lt;br /&gt;'cause girl&lt;br /&gt;it just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the day like this with no more than a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spend the night just dreaming of the things&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have my way&lt;br /&gt;girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd be together more and more each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd go on forever&lt;br /&gt;lovers hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;can't you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl&lt;br /&gt;you've got to be my woman&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be your man !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't get by without you&lt;br /&gt;I need you more each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel about you leaves nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you&lt;br /&gt;girl&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't get by without you - no way !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasting precious time that you and I could share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl&lt;br /&gt;it's such a crime to hear you call my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're not together then there's only time to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;girl&lt;br /&gt;I do believe&lt;br /&gt;It's not too far away when I can say good-night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still be by your side to dry the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ill have all the love I need to keep me satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I canY get by without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you more each day&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;I can't get by without you&lt;br /&gt;I need you more each day&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get by without you - canY get by without you -&lt;br /&gt;Can't get by without you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get by without you&lt;br /&gt;I need you more each day&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;I can't get by without you&lt;br /&gt;I need you more each day&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-8679256224701934872?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/8679256224701934872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=8679256224701934872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/8679256224701934872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/8679256224701934872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/real-thing-no-way.html' title='The Real Thing - No way'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987867333953758583.post-1577542780955191322</id><published>2007-02-02T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:41:23.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rah Band'/><title type='text'>Rah Band - Clouds across the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;INTRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good evening. This is the intergalactic operator. Can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I'm trying to reach flight commander P.R. Johnson, on Mars, flight 2-4-7"&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, hold on please [beeping] you're through!"&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you operator!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi darlin' ! How are you doing ?&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, where're your sleeping ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sorry, but I've been really missing you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi darlin' ! How's the weather?&lt;br /&gt;Say baby, is that cold better now ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sorry, is there someone there with you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh...since you went away, there's nothing goin' right !&lt;br /&gt;I just can't sleep alone at night... I'm not ashamed to say&lt;br /&gt;I badly need a friend...or it's the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I look at the cloud's across the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Here in the night I just hope and pray that soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, you'll hurry home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi darlin', the kids say they love you.&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, is everything fine with you?&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me, but I'm trying not to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh...I've had a million different lovers on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;But I just stayed right here at home.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can take it anymore this crazy war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but we are&lt;br /&gt;experiencing violent storm conditions in the asteriod belt at this&lt;br /&gt;time. We may lose this valuable deep space communication link.&lt;br /&gt;Please, be as brief as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or it's...or it's..."Hello?" "Hello operator?"&lt;br /&gt;" Yes, we've lost the connection! Could you try again please?"&lt;br /&gt;-"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we've lost contact with Mars 2-4-7&lt;br /&gt;at this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS repeat 3 times WHILE SAYING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. Thank you very much...&lt;br /&gt;I'll...I'll try again next year...next year...next year...next year..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS INTERMEZZO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLO BASS-GUITAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE INTERMEZZO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS repeat 3 times WHILE FADING OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987867333953758583-1577542780955191322?l=stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/feeds/1577542780955191322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987867333953758583&amp;postID=1577542780955191322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/1577542780955191322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987867333953758583/posts/default/1577542780955191322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckintheeighties.blogspot.com/2007/02/clouds-across-moon-rah-band.html' title='Rah Band - Clouds across the moon'/><author><name>Manolette Roque, MD, MBA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14219549562659484864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.eyerepublic.com.ph/images/mrr-id-photo-150-175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
