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		<title>By: shuzluva</title>
		<link>http://dionnegalace.com/wordpress/2008/03/28/guilty-pleasure-2/#comment-18995</link>
		<dc:creator>shuzluva</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 15:58:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Um...okay...I know this is going to sound horrible, but since I&#039;ve been listening to so much kids music (it just can&#039;t be avoided) I realize that most of the Disney songs are really tearjerkers in disguise: &lt;i&gt;Part of Your World&lt;/i&gt; could kill me, along with &lt;i&gt;Colors of the Wind&lt;/i&gt;. While neither of these really qualify, the fact that I&#039;d cry to them is just pathetic. But the ones that really get me? Folksongs. I&#039;m not a country girl, I&#039;m a folky girl. Simon &amp; Garfunkel, Carole King, James Taylor, Don McClean (before Madonna totally fucked that song up). The &lt;i&gt;Old Friends/Bookends&lt;/i&gt; medly that S&amp;G did in Central Park always gets me:

Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench 
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.

Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.

Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly? 
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears

Time it was
And what a time it was
It was a time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago, it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories;
They&#039;re all that&#039;s left to you</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Um&#8230;okay&#8230;I know this is going to sound horrible, but since I&#8217;ve been listening to so much kids music (it just can&#8217;t be avoided) I realize that most of the Disney songs are really tearjerkers in disguise: <i>Part of Your World</i> could kill me, along with <i>Colors of the Wind</i>. While neither of these really qualify, the fact that I&#8217;d cry to them is just pathetic. But the ones that really get me? Folksongs. I&#8217;m not a country girl, I&#8217;m a folky girl. Simon &amp; Garfunkel, Carole King, James Taylor, Don McClean (before Madonna totally fucked that song up). The <i>Old Friends/Bookends</i> medly that S&amp;G did in Central Park always gets me:</p>
<p>Old friends,<br />
Old friends<br />
Sat on their park bench<br />
Like bookends.<br />
A newspaper blown though the grass<br />
Falls on the round toes<br />
Of the high shoes<br />
Of the old friends.</p>
<p>Old friends,<br />
Winter companions,<br />
The old men<br />
Lost in their overcoats,<br />
Waiting for the sunset.<br />
The sounds of the city,<br />
Sifting through trees,<br />
Settle like dust<br />
On the shoulders<br />
Of the old friends.</p>
<p>Can you imagine us<br />
Years from today,<br />
Sharing a park bench quietly?<br />
How terribly strange<br />
To be seventy.<br />
Old friends,<br />
Memory brushes the same years<br />
Silently sharing the same fears</p>
<p>Time it was<br />
And what a time it was<br />
It was a time of innocence<br />
A time of confidences<br />
Long ago, it must be<br />
I have a photograph<br />
Preserve your memories;<br />
They&#8217;re all that&#8217;s left to you</p>
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		<title>By: deemer</title>
		<link>http://dionnegalace.com/wordpress/2008/03/28/guilty-pleasure-2/#comment-18992</link>
		<dc:creator>deemer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 19:05:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Funny how most of the story in a song are country songs. . (Although kudos to whoever brought up &quot;Cat in the Cradle&quot;.  That song gave me chills when I first understood it.)

But one song. . &quot;Independence Day&quot; by Martina McBride.  As a teen, I used to think it was about female empowerment.  Now, I just think it&#039;s sad.   And that the mom was stupid.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Funny how most of the story in a song are country songs. . (Although kudos to whoever brought up &#8220;Cat in the Cradle&#8221;.  That song gave me chills when I first understood it.)</p>
<p>But one song. . &#8220;Independence Day&#8221; by Martina McBride.  As a teen, I used to think it was about female empowerment.  Now, I just think it&#8217;s sad.   And that the mom was stupid.</p>
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		<title>By: Helen M</title>
		<link>http://dionnegalace.com/wordpress/2008/03/28/guilty-pleasure-2/#comment-18991</link>
		<dc:creator>Helen M</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 17:18:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You want a corny, manipulative, designed to make you cry your eyes out song-that-tells-a-story? Joe Nichols&#039; I&#039;ll Wait For You. Story of a relationship where his job means she&#039;s often kept waiting for him - Christmas, birth of their son, etc., and now, he&#039;s trying to get back to her, alone in the hospital...

Didn&#039;t stop all day, to eat a bite,
And he finally got there &#039;round midnight
The Doctor said &#039;She&#039;s in a better place,
She said to give you this note just in case&#039;.
And it said &#039;I&#039;ll wait for you, at Heaven&#039;s gate,
Oh, I don&#039;t care how long it takes.
And I&#039;ll tell St Pete I can&#039;t come in 
Without my love and my best friend,
Oh, this ain&#039;t nothing new,
Sweetheart, I&#039;ll wait for you.
Gah. Waaaah. Manipulative and evil, but still gets me.

On a less crybaby but still country note, Dolly Parton&#039;s Harper Valley PTA is a good story song.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You want a corny, manipulative, designed to make you cry your eyes out song-that-tells-a-story? Joe Nichols&#8217; I&#8217;ll Wait For You. Story of a relationship where his job means she&#8217;s often kept waiting for him &#8211; Christmas, birth of their son, etc., and now, he&#8217;s trying to get back to her, alone in the hospital&#8230;</p>
<p>Didn&#8217;t stop all day, to eat a bite,<br />
And he finally got there &#8217;round midnight<br />
The Doctor said &#8216;She&#8217;s in a better place,<br />
She said to give you this note just in case&#8217;.<br />
And it said &#8216;I&#8217;ll wait for you, at Heaven&#8217;s gate,<br />
Oh, I don&#8217;t care how long it takes.<br />
And I&#8217;ll tell St Pete I can&#8217;t come in<br />
Without my love and my best friend,<br />
Oh, this ain&#8217;t nothing new,<br />
Sweetheart, I&#8217;ll wait for you.<br />
Gah. Waaaah. Manipulative and evil, but still gets me.</p>
<p>On a less crybaby but still country note, Dolly Parton&#8217;s Harper Valley PTA is a good story song.</p>
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		<title>By: Kimberly B.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kimberly B.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 05:06:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;All I Want to Do Is Make Love To You&quot; by Heart.  (slinks away).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;All I Want to Do Is Make Love To You&#8221; by Heart.  (slinks away).</p>
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		<title>By: bam</title>
		<link>http://dionnegalace.com/wordpress/2008/03/28/guilty-pleasure-2/#comment-18981</link>
		<dc:creator>bam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 15:51:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ugh... yeah, Karen... works ok in Firefox, though. It&#039;s IE that hates me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ugh&#8230; yeah, Karen&#8230; works ok in Firefox, though. It&#8217;s IE that hates me.</p>
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		<title>By: Karen Scott</title>
		<link>http://dionnegalace.com/wordpress/2008/03/28/guilty-pleasure-2/#comment-18979</link>
		<dc:creator>Karen Scott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 08:49:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I probably should have mentioned this a while ago, but for some reason, I can&#039;t see the comments on any of your posts.  The sexy comment boxes are all blank.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I probably should have mentioned this a while ago, but for some reason, I can&#8217;t see the comments on any of your posts.  The sexy comment boxes are all blank.</p>
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		<title>By: bam</title>
		<link>http://dionnegalace.com/wordpress/2008/03/28/guilty-pleasure-2/#comment-18978</link>
		<dc:creator>bam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 05:49:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, the song that made me cry when I was a kid was &quot;Oh No&quot; by the Commodores, which was from the soundtrack of the movie &lt;em&gt;The Last American Virgin&lt;/em&gt;. It&#039;s kind of like &lt;em&gt;American Pie&lt;/em&gt; only there&#039;s a hooker and crabs and schmorschmortion and the hero drives away at the end of the movie WITHOUT his love interest AND in the rain AND he&#039;s crying and the song &quot;Just Once&quot; by James Ingram starts playing and the credits roll. 

But yeah, in &quot;Oh No&quot;

&lt;blockquote&gt;I want you
To want me
I&#039;m goin&#039; crazy
Knowin&#039; he will be your lover tonight
And when he comes,
I&#039;ll let you go
I&#039;ll just pretend that you walked out the door
Oh no
I can&#039;t sleep
Oh no
I&#039;m goin&#039; crazy with love
Over you...&lt;/blockquote&gt;

*wiping tear*

HE DOESN&#039;T GET THE GIRL! Worst. teen. sex. comedy. ever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, the song that made me cry when I was a kid was &#8220;Oh No&#8221; by the Commodores, which was from the soundtrack of the movie <em>The Last American Virgin</em>. It&#8217;s kind of like <em>American Pie</em> only there&#8217;s a hooker and crabs and schmorschmortion and the hero drives away at the end of the movie WITHOUT his love interest AND in the rain AND he&#8217;s crying and the song &#8220;Just Once&#8221; by James Ingram starts playing and the credits roll. </p>
<p>But yeah, in &#8220;Oh No&#8221;</p>
<blockquote><p>I want you<br />
To want me<br />
I&#8217;m goin&#8217; crazy<br />
Knowin&#8217; he will be your lover tonight<br />
And when he comes,<br />
I&#8217;ll let you go<br />
I&#8217;ll just pretend that you walked out the door<br />
Oh no<br />
I can&#8217;t sleep<br />
Oh no<br />
I&#8217;m goin&#8217; crazy with love<br />
Over you&#8230;</p></blockquote>
<p>*wiping tear*</p>
<p>HE DOESN&#8217;T GET THE GIRL! Worst. teen. sex. comedy. ever.</p>
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		<title>By: katieM</title>
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		<dc:creator>katieM</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 03:53:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Slick Rick.  Childrens&#039; Story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Slick Rick.  Childrens&#8217; Story.</p>
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		<title>By: Wendy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Wendy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 02:28:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My best friend used to have an entire album of these called &quot;Storytellers&quot; and we used to ACT THEM OUT. I shit you not.  But I don&#039;t like any of them enough to call them a favorite, except folky stuff like &quot;The Springhill Mine Disaster&quot; and Peggy Seeger&#039;s &quot;Engineer Song&quot; and &quot;Nine Month Blues.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My best friend used to have an entire album of these called &#8220;Storytellers&#8221; and we used to ACT THEM OUT. I shit you not.  But I don&#8217;t like any of them enough to call them a favorite, except folky stuff like &#8220;The Springhill Mine Disaster&#8221; and Peggy Seeger&#8217;s &#8220;Engineer Song&#8221; and &#8220;Nine Month Blues.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: fiveandfour</title>
		<link>http://dionnegalace.com/wordpress/2008/03/28/guilty-pleasure-2/#comment-18973</link>
		<dc:creator>fiveandfour</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 01:17:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, and &lt;i&gt;Lucille&lt;/i&gt; really pissed me off when I was a kid.  First of all, I thought he was saying, &quot;four &lt;b&gt;hundred&lt;/b&gt; children&quot; and boy, Lucille really was a jerk for leaving.  

Then later on I figured Lucille probably was taking care of those four kids all day AND doing stuff out in the field to help out her husband.  And he didn&#039;t appreciate how much work those four kids were until finally one day Lucille up and left and go Lucille! I say (except for the bad mommy part) because he deserved to walk a mile in her shoes and see how damn hard it is doing all that stuff around the house.  He can cry Lucille a river as far as I&#039;m concerned and get over himself.

But there&#039;s two sides to every story and we never did get to hear all of the facts, so finally I had to let all that anger at Mr. Crybaby and Lucille go and get on with my life.

Not that I&#039;ve thought much about it or anything.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, and <i>Lucille</i> really pissed me off when I was a kid.  First of all, I thought he was saying, &#8220;four <b>hundred</b> children&#8221; and boy, Lucille really was a jerk for leaving.  </p>
<p>Then later on I figured Lucille probably was taking care of those four kids all day AND doing stuff out in the field to help out her husband.  And he didn&#8217;t appreciate how much work those four kids were until finally one day Lucille up and left and go Lucille! I say (except for the bad mommy part) because he deserved to walk a mile in her shoes and see how damn hard it is doing all that stuff around the house.  He can cry Lucille a river as far as I&#8217;m concerned and get over himself.</p>
<p>But there&#8217;s two sides to every story and we never did get to hear all of the facts, so finally I had to let all that anger at Mr. Crybaby and Lucille go and get on with my life.</p>
<p>Not that I&#8217;ve thought much about it or anything.</p>
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