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    <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2026 21:41:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>When the stars go blue - Ryan Adams</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dancin' where the stars go blueDancin' where the evening fellDancin' in your wooden shoesIn a wedding gown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dancin' out on 7th streetDancin' through the undergroundDancin' little marionetteAre you happy now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where do you go when you're lonelyWhere do you go when you're blueWhere do you go when you're lonelyI'll follow youWhen the stars go blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laughing with your pretty mouthLaughing with your broken eyesLaughing with your lover's tongueIn a lullaby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where do you go when you're lonelyWhere do you go when you're blueWhere do you go when you're lonelyI'll follow youWhen the stars go blueThe stars go blue, stars go blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what a fine song smith is RA!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2003 15:31:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2003-10-09T15:31:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Amelia - Joni Mitchell</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was driving across the burning desertWhen I spotted six jet planesLeaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrainIt was the hexagram of the heavensit was the strings of my guitarAmelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The drone of flying enginesIs a song so wild and blueIt scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to youThen your life becomes a travelogueOf picture-post-card-charmsAmelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People will tell you where they've goneThey'll tell you where to goBut till you get there yourself you never really knowWhere some have found their paradiseOther's just come to harmOh Amelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish that he was here tonightIt's so hard to obeyHis sad request of me to kindly stay awaySo this is how I hide the hurtAs the road leads cursed and charmedI tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A ghost of aviationShe was swallowed by the skyOr by the sea, like me she had a dream to flyLike Icarus ascendingOn beautiful foolish armsAmelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I've never really lovedI guess that is the truthI've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitudeAnd looking down on everythingI crashed into his armsAmelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pulled into the Cactus Tree MotelTo shower off the dustAnd I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlustI dreamed of 747sOver geometric farmsDreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2003 19:43:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>aqss</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2003-08-08T19:43:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I can't make you love me - Bonnie Raitt</title>
      <link>https://buoy.antville.org/stories/456098/</link>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Turn down the lights, turn down the bed.Turn down these voices inside my head.Lay down with me, tell me no lies.Just hold me close, don't patronize.Don't patronize me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause I can't make you love me if you don't.You can't make your heart feelSomething it won't.Here in the dark,In these final hoursI will lay down my heartAnd I'll feel the powerBut you won't,No you won't.Cause I can't make you love me,If you don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll close my eyes, then I won't see.The love you don't feel when you're holding me.Morning will come and I'll do what's right.Just give me till then to give up this fight.And I will give up this fight...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause I can't make you love me if you don't.You can't make your heart feelSomething it won't.Here in the dark, in these final hours.I will lay down my heartAnd I'll feel the power.But you won't,No you won't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause I can't make you love me,If you don't.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2003 16:03:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>aqss</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2003-07-21T16:03:28Z</dc:date>
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