<?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-38426678</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:40:03.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barka Lyrics - First One</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740646059283288</id><published>2006-12-29T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:34:20.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robotic</title><content type='html'>This and that confusing on&lt;br /&gt;all the ways of city rows&lt;br /&gt;carry you till work is done&lt;br /&gt;everything comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Understand thinking plots&lt;br /&gt;underneath here and there&lt;br /&gt;some are like flowerpots&lt;br /&gt;on shelves you used to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light to air a thought may be&lt;br /&gt;but it takes some courage too&lt;br /&gt;acknowledge what you see&lt;br /&gt;get an understanding through&lt;br /&gt;We belong to love and hate&lt;br /&gt;some are only build on fair&lt;br /&gt;much to do and to evaluate&lt;br /&gt;bring around to its own square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and take to live in&lt;br /&gt;be the same as others will&lt;br /&gt;never dive or take a spin&lt;br /&gt;climbing up embrace the hill&lt;br /&gt;All the same here and there&lt;br /&gt;sleep and work on again&lt;br /&gt;curling the shape of the year&lt;br /&gt;without a purpose robotic men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740646059283288?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740646059283288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740646059283288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740646059283288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740646059283288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/robotic.html' title='Robotic'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740632182722132</id><published>2006-12-29T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:32:01.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Live In The Distance</title><content type='html'>I live in the distance&lt;br /&gt;where dreams come and go&lt;br /&gt;where everything is clear&lt;br /&gt;in each of its glow&lt;br /&gt;I have every cloud&lt;br /&gt;that drifts here by&lt;br /&gt;filling with its rowed&lt;br /&gt;emptiness and space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every current&lt;br /&gt;moving to me and from&lt;br /&gt;all of many different&lt;br /&gt;varieties that come&lt;br /&gt;Adjust its time being&lt;br /&gt;to each minutes staying&lt;br /&gt;to and through seeing&lt;br /&gt;judgment always swaying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740632182722132?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740632182722132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740632182722132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740632182722132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740632182722132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-live-in-distance.html' title='I Live In The Distance'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740607748294330</id><published>2006-12-29T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:27:57.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Full of Emotions</title><content type='html'>With full of emotions&lt;br /&gt;never the same&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up erosions&lt;br /&gt;thunderstorms to tame&lt;br /&gt;Living in dimensions&lt;br /&gt;horizons way&lt;br /&gt;in the real world detentions&lt;br /&gt;never to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With full of emotions&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm every wave&lt;br /&gt;the inward implosions&lt;br /&gt;each longing and crave&lt;br /&gt;What came with your heart&lt;br /&gt;and tiptoed the day&lt;br /&gt;outside and inward&lt;br /&gt;where feelings do play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in dimensions&lt;br /&gt;horizons way&lt;br /&gt;coming without intentions&lt;br /&gt;in each of its play&lt;br /&gt;With full of emotions&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm every wave&lt;br /&gt;deep through the oceans&lt;br /&gt;I'll move and repave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With full of emotions&lt;br /&gt;cause nothing is still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With full of emotions&lt;br /&gt;to bring and fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploring and growing&lt;br /&gt;and finding out trouble&lt;br /&gt;feelings and knowing&lt;br /&gt;each pleasuring double&lt;br /&gt;Fast gone and to slow&lt;br /&gt;some comes with distress&lt;br /&gt;the answers that go&lt;br /&gt;will wake up or mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With full of emotions&lt;br /&gt;I need to calm down&lt;br /&gt;life is but explosions&lt;br /&gt;in mediocre we drown&lt;br /&gt;Daring are the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;that brings you to hold&lt;br /&gt;untie completely the knots&lt;br /&gt;the middlings unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep you save&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740607748294330?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740607748294330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740607748294330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740607748294330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740607748294330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/with-full-of-emotions.html' title='With Full of Emotions'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740591241226431</id><published>2006-12-29T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:25:12.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring In The Peace</title><content type='html'>Bring in the peace&lt;br /&gt;from wandering ways&lt;br /&gt;all here to please&lt;br /&gt;colored and grays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with you&lt;br /&gt;always much caring&lt;br /&gt;times are quite due&lt;br /&gt;in their much blurring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your own&lt;br /&gt;what to adore&lt;br /&gt;not everything's shown&lt;br /&gt;what love is for&lt;br /&gt;Let me say something&lt;br /&gt;burst into words&lt;br /&gt;moods often swing&lt;br /&gt;in their own yards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly into blue&lt;br /&gt;oh fluffy desire&lt;br /&gt;I'll come after you&lt;br /&gt;I'll come after you&lt;br /&gt;and bring you even higher&lt;br /&gt;Give some of my luck&lt;br /&gt;it never gets struck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring in the peace&lt;br /&gt;from wandering ways&lt;br /&gt;times are quite due&lt;br /&gt;in their much blurring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740591241226431?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740591241226431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740591241226431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740591241226431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740591241226431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/bring-in-peace.html' title='Bring In The Peace'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740575862055187</id><published>2006-12-29T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:22:38.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fictious Doubt</title><content type='html'>I have always been&lt;br /&gt;so very thoughtless&lt;br /&gt;with days running through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love has nothing seen&lt;br /&gt;only a part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I wonder&lt;br /&gt;what life is all about&lt;br /&gt;momentarily pounder&lt;br /&gt;in my fictious doubt&lt;br /&gt;Live to learn why&lt;br /&gt;what makes asunder&lt;br /&gt;each our goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so&lt;br /&gt;without luck we search&lt;br /&gt;come and let go&lt;br /&gt;every guessing words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is complete&lt;br /&gt;where such life gets&lt;br /&gt;tricky it will treat&lt;br /&gt;and hollow it vets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I wonder&lt;br /&gt;what life is all about&lt;br /&gt;momentarily pounder&lt;br /&gt;in my fictious doubt&lt;br /&gt;Live to learn why&lt;br /&gt;what makes asunder&lt;br /&gt;each our goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740575862055187?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740575862055187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740575862055187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740575862055187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740575862055187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-fictious-doubt.html' title='My Fictious Doubt'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740556486652506</id><published>2006-12-29T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:19:24.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Nothing</title><content type='html'>Almost nothing&lt;br /&gt;close and near&lt;br /&gt;step by step it'll bring&lt;br /&gt;futures in very clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost nothing&lt;br /&gt;here and now&lt;br /&gt;with moments to string&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like balloons into air&lt;br /&gt;worryings are going&lt;br /&gt;lightness up the spiral stair&lt;br /&gt;everybody's showing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the plough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost nothing&lt;br /&gt;close and near&lt;br /&gt;step by step it'll bring&lt;br /&gt;every inch and square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost nothing almost nothing&lt;br /&gt;and try you right on&lt;br /&gt;feel the minutes how they ming&lt;br /&gt;in between till they're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanent dwellings&lt;br /&gt;always feel too small&lt;br /&gt;there are endless retellings&lt;br /&gt;one for each appall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740556486652506?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740556486652506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740556486652506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740556486652506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740556486652506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/almost-nothing.html' title='Almost Nothing'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740541582208712</id><published>2006-12-29T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:16:55.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy Your Time</title><content type='html'>Can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;step by step how it goes&lt;br /&gt;all is coming around again&lt;br /&gt;like the wind that blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself enjoy your time&lt;br /&gt;all is for nothing if you don't&lt;br /&gt;all reasons go but you won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your love to every day&lt;br /&gt;motions close and near&lt;br /&gt;everything just comes to play&lt;br /&gt;be of yourself though aware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself enjoy your time&lt;br /&gt;all is for nothing if you don't&lt;br /&gt;all reasons go but you won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a day with nothing new&lt;br /&gt;just the hours in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself enjoy your time&lt;br /&gt;all is for nothing if you don't&lt;br /&gt;all reasons go but you won't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740541582208712?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740541582208712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740541582208712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740541582208712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740541582208712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/enjoy-your-time.html' title='Enjoy Your Time'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740528154820065</id><published>2006-12-29T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:14:41.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Always Loved You</title><content type='html'>I've always loved you&lt;br /&gt;in the still of night&lt;br /&gt;when love's dark and blue&lt;br /&gt;in the evening light&lt;br /&gt;Where stars come to shine&lt;br /&gt;like feelings that touch&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to define&lt;br /&gt;and say not too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved you&lt;br /&gt;you know what it is&lt;br /&gt;each word is quite true&lt;br /&gt;like mornings you wish&lt;br /&gt;The daybreak and hope&lt;br /&gt;when the light begins&lt;br /&gt;those feelings that elope&lt;br /&gt;with dawn fade-ins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740528154820065?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740528154820065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740528154820065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740528154820065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740528154820065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-always-loved-you.html' title='I&apos;ve Always Loved You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740485021206174</id><published>2006-12-29T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:07:30.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give It, Yeah Babe</title><content type='html'>Lets move it up and down&lt;br /&gt;come on close or go by&lt;br /&gt;there is life now in this town&lt;br /&gt;opening up low and high&lt;br /&gt;Walk the streets in the night&lt;br /&gt;feeling dark and lonely&lt;br /&gt;come on out that's all right&lt;br /&gt;though we are here pronely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just have some little fun&lt;br /&gt;sneaking off into the street&lt;br /&gt;before day comes and sun&lt;br /&gt;with its crowded wandering beat&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to and fro back&lt;br /&gt;making the towns quite busy&lt;br /&gt;much about nothing talk&lt;br /&gt;excitement around and tizzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740485021206174?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740485021206174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740485021206174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740485021206174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740485021206174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/give-it-yeah-babe.html' title='Give It, Yeah Babe'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740447913684712</id><published>2006-12-29T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:04:52.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between</title><content type='html'>She has got &lt;br /&gt;what it takes&lt;br /&gt;suggesting more &lt;br /&gt;than can be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling number &lt;br /&gt;flowing&lt;br /&gt;through the veins &lt;br /&gt;between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she's sure&lt;br /&gt;that love is more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to find&lt;br /&gt;ways to conquer feelings&lt;br /&gt;something to be combined&lt;br /&gt;with its freshly peelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty that's met&lt;br /&gt;inside with arousal&lt;br /&gt;you'll get what you get&lt;br /&gt;through ways of coming spousal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she's sure&lt;br /&gt;that love is more and more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740447913684712?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740447913684712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740447913684712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740447913684712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740447913684712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/between.html' title='Between'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740430785685049</id><published>2006-12-29T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T06:58:27.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling and Shouting</title><content type='html'>I find&lt;br /&gt;While I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;Into the forest&lt;br /&gt;And pathways around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many footsteps from here to there&lt;br /&gt;Going everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling and shouting&lt;br /&gt;People I hear you&lt;br /&gt;Traveling alone or together&lt;br /&gt;Never the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Cold full of winter&lt;br /&gt;Hard to keep up&lt;br /&gt;Dressed comfortable numb&lt;br /&gt;Through the pathways&lt;br /&gt;Of locomotive walking&lt;br /&gt;Of everyone around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many footsteps from here to there&lt;br /&gt;Going everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling and shouting&lt;br /&gt;People I hear you&lt;br /&gt;Traveling alone or together&lt;br /&gt;Never the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless reason here to be found&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up in white earth&lt;br /&gt;Turning the reasons round and around&lt;br /&gt;Nothing cause something being of worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling and shouting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling and shouting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740430785685049?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740430785685049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740430785685049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740430785685049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740430785685049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/calling-and-shouting.html' title='Calling and Shouting'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38426678.post-116740399269478364</id><published>2006-12-29T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T06:54:51.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recurrent Waves</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And its recurrent waves&lt;br /&gt;Confusing in to and fro motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's inspirations there too&lt;br /&gt;Recurring in no-time&lt;br /&gt;Waves full of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are longing and circling&lt;br /&gt;Turning their sudden motions&lt;br /&gt;Into an irresistible moody behavior&lt;br /&gt;Gathering themselves and satisfying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no time&lt;br /&gt;To meet the clocks&lt;br /&gt;Ticking behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the recurrent waves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38426678-116740399269478364?l=the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/feeds/116740399269478364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38426678&amp;postID=116740399269478364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740399269478364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38426678/posts/default/116740399269478364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-barka-lyrics-first-one.blogspot.com/2006/12/recurrent-waves.html' title='Recurrent Waves'/><author><name>Peter S. 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