Day: October 13, 2012

Oh You’re In my Veins, and I Can’t get you Out. – Andrew Belle.

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Nothin goes as planned.
Everything will break.
People say goodbye.
In their own special way.
All that you rely on
And all that you can fake
Will leave you in the morning
But find you in the day

Oh you’re in my veins
And I cannot get you out
Oh you’re all I taste
At night inside of my mouth
Oh you run away
Cause I am not what you found
Oh you’re in my veins
And I cannot get you out.

Everything will change.
Nothin stays the same.
And nobody here’s perfect.
Oh but everyones to blame
All that you rely on
And all that you can save
Will leave you in the morning
And find you in the day

Oh you’re in my veins

And I cannot get you out
Oh you’re all I taste
At night inside of my mouth
Oh you run away
Cause I am not what you found
Oh you’re in my veins
And I cannot get you out.

No I cannot get you out.
No I cannot get you.

Everything is dark.
It’s more than you can take.
But you catch a glimpse of sun light.
Shinin, down on your face.

Oh you’re in my veins
And I cannot get you out
Oh you’re all I taste
At night inside of my mouth
Oh you run away
Cause I am not what you found
Oh you’re in my veins
And I cannot get you out

Just Found A Superb Song. “If I Knew (Claire’s Theme)”

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If I knew the
sun wouldn’t come up tomorrow,
I’d call you and tell you I miss you,
and spend just a while in your arms

When the shy moon
starves us of light it’s okay, ’cause
I don’t need my sight to see you, love;
your portrait is clearer than ever

Hide and seek,
but never find;
can’t seem to speak
when you’re on my mind.

Download the whole soundtrack for free here:
http://www.mediafire.com/?lc5b5w2jvv3w5yk

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Written/arranged/produced by Josh Beattie
Performed by the Senior Choir
from Indooroopilly State School
Conducted by Margaret Hoey
with Josh Beattie on piano

I Want to know you more. -Rumi

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“I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come 
into a room you’ve just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way 
you purse your lips
then let them part, 
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy 
of how you whisper 
“more”.

– Rumi. 

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