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Sunday, October 10, 2010
By Your Side + Noah & The Whale, Jocasta @ 11:09 AM

Tush #3
By Your Side
I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine. - Oliver Goldsmith, She Stoops to Conquer



Song Download Of The Day:

Noah & The Whale : Jocasta

As always, click on the above link and change xx to tt.

No music video but if you want to listen to the song first before downloading, listen to the youtube video below:



When the babies born
Oh, let's turn it to the snow
So that ice will surely grow
Over weak and brittle bones
Oh, let's leave it to the wolves
Oh, their teeth turn it to food
Oh, its flesh keeps them alive
Oh, its death helps life survive
Oh, the world can be kind in its own way
Oh well your future's a machine
With the mechanics of a dream
It is your mind that spins the wheel
And your heart that makes you feel
All the guilt for all your sins
Oh and as that wheel spins
Oh well it plays as they believed
And for your husband you have grieved
Oh the world
Still decieves you as it turns
Well in my weakest moments I could see
Oh that the heart may be
The weakest part of me
Oh and the moon controls
The movements of the tide
Oh but it has no weight on the movements of my mind

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