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  <title>Capsulize The Feeling</title>
  <subtitle>The Tension &amp; The Terror</subtitle>
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    <name>killyouback</name>
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  <updated>2007-06-27T06:23:52Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:killyouback:931</id>
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    <title>Lately...</title>
    <published>2007-06-27T06:23:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-27T06:23:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Straylight Run</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lately...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've been awfully lost in emotion and reality. What should I do? Which is which and why must it be so hard? Or am I only making it hard? Maybe it's oh, so clear but I'm to blind or just to freakin' stupid to see it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Saturday I saw Lovedrug, Sparta, and Straylight Run play. The first two were good. Straylight Run made me feel something though. I mean they actually made me feel alive which I rarely feel. They woke up my soul. I have only known two things to do that and that is God and music. They were amazing. I can't explain the feeling but they were stunning. I hope to see them every time they come to town...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Amie left for Mexico early Monday morning. She'll be gone for two weeks. She's not supposed to be allowed to call or anything. I love her. I miss her. I hate being patient. I miss her. I like the fact that I miss her. I love her. I've been bored without her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Derek C. Mecke&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Kareful, I Kill Back</title>
    <published>2007-06-27T06:14:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-27T06:16:59Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Straylight Run</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek Mecke&lt;br /&gt;"Kareful, I Kill Back"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stand up, not in my way&lt;br /&gt;Put the gun the down&lt;br /&gt;It's such a cowardly way to take me out&lt;br /&gt;You always swore you were so strong&lt;br /&gt;So let's see your strength now take me down&lt;br /&gt;Kareful though I have to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Kareful now cos I'll kill you back&lt;br /&gt;There's your warning I was on the edge&lt;br /&gt;There's your inevitable trigger pull&lt;br /&gt;I swear on the bullet entering my chest I'll be back for you&lt;br /&gt;As cliche as it sounds&lt;br /&gt;I'm as cliche as they come&lt;br /&gt;But my grave will give me up&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never see me coming but you can bet it's me&lt;br /&gt;I'm the thing you thought you saw move in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;The choking feeling you have in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;The greatest fear you can fathom or begin to imagine&lt;br /&gt;The dark part of your heart that eats away at your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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