<?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-20490237</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:17:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Has His Own Story To Tell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Everyone Has A Story To Tell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174044172387760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113685233065081578</id><published>2006-01-09T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:19:59.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Ever Musical....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- - - '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musical' - - -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113685233065081578?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113685233065081578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113685233065081578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113685233065081578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113685233065081578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-ever-musical.html' title='My First Ever Musical....'/><author><name>Everyone Has A Story To Tell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174044172387760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113641599162911260</id><published>2006-01-04T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:15:58.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Musical' - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Musical’ – Part 1 - Sketch - Billy.J Copy Right Protected ©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Musical’ is all about hopes and dreams, believe and faith. It’s all about not giving up, and pushing life to the extreme, never looking back on what one can possibly achieve. It features a story about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a guy who lived in an old orphanage as a kid. Jean, and his childhood best friend &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristabel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, best friends ever since the very start, they used to live at the same orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jean’s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; parents died in a house fire a week before Christmas day, caused by his dad’s drinking habit and leaving his cigarettes on late at night whilst he was drastically drunk. Jean survives the fire, thanks to their loyal, old aged neighbor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which soon after taking care of Jean as part of her family, Nina dies in consequence of a heart attack due to her age. And therefore Jean was forced to be taken in as part of a new orphanage member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kristabel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, at the age of only three years, finds herself orphaned behind the door of a small village orphanage. Left there on Christmas Eve’s night by her mom (forced by Kristabel’s abusive father). Her mom leaves her with only a locket underneath her pillow, a locket containing a photo of her parents on their wedding day, which her mother used to keep around her neck. Which ends up being the one and only trace in Kristabel’s haunting past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean and Kristabel find them selves as friends right after they have been introduced by their common friend at the orphanage; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebastian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This young fella, Sebastian, was brought in the orphanage 3years before Jean and Kristabel. Sebastian was taught the flute from one of the nuns in the orphanage, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Sister May teaches Music Class to the members in the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian gets Jean and Kristabel interested to join in one of Sister May’s music classes, which along the way they develop their own characters more deeply and interesting along the story’s path. In this part the music starts to get stronger in this scene of the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean and Kristabel start growing up together and they arrived at the age of eighteen, and become more familiar with the village they are in. People around them start to notice something special in them, as they help the people out, and also taking care of the rest of the orphanage in every way they can. They start to get more confident with Sister May and their music classes. The two main characters also begin to adventure themselves in small episodes in the village, in the local grocery stores, the bakery, and the small confectionery just around the orphanage’s corner….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year to go, till Jean and Kristabel can decide if they can still remain in the orphanage or leave and have their own lives or go to a catholic school in , where normally every kid goes after leaving the village. During this year, the two kids start making plans and saving some money, which they manage to gain with the small duties given by the villagers. Where also we’ll see that it’s time for Kristabel to seek her past, and especially finds herself in moments of solitude, whenever she locks herself in her room and stares at her mom’s locket containing a small unrecognizable photo of her parents on their wedding day… Where although it clearly shows that her mother was already pregnant on their wedding day, which raises a huge curiosity in Kristabel’s mind. And also the continuous questions whether she was given up because of this reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday night the nuns held a special night for the kids, where they can sing-along and also play or dance in a small show in the court yard of the orphanage. A court yard where Jean and Krista always hang out with the other kids, especially with Sebastian on his final day there. As Sebastian was the oldest amongst the other children, he was the first of the members to leave the place, deciding to take a chance at the catholic school to try and become a teacher at the village’s school itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641599162911260?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641599162911260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641599162911260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641599162911260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641599162911260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/2006/01/musical-part-1.html' title='&apos;Musical&apos; - Part 1'/><author><name>Everyone Has A Story To Tell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174044172387760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113641582728881037</id><published>2006-01-04T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:14:05.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Musical' - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Musical’ – Part 2 - Sketch - Billy.J Copy Right Protected ©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long awaited year has finally passed for Jean and Kristabel, after so many memories in the orphanage, as they had to consider their only home. They both go to live in a foreign village, with the help of a friend of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sister Leticia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a new nun in the scene of Jean and Krista’s last three months at the place. Sister Leticia was an orphan herself, and wanted to help out the kids as much as she could. Also finding them jobs and a place to stay in the foreign village, where they end up staying after their fare well at the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristabel starts to work in a local bar in the village. Amongst her staff of waitresses, she has to face &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giselle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, jealous of Krista, who tries to do anything to trash Krista’s name in the bar. The bar turns from a decent bar into a ‘Coyote Ugly’ type of bar, where we’ll see both Krista and Giselle cat fighting and taking on each other’s back. Although at the end we’ll see that Krista remains cool at the end of each line, making Giselle more jealous in her own funny innocent ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story takes a funny twist in the next episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle becomes mostly jealous of Krista, after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sets eyes on Kristabel, rather than her.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas, a guy who becomes attracted to Kristabel by her &lt;em&gt;seductive voice&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;mesmerizing eyes,&lt;/em&gt; and by her &lt;em&gt;irresistible sweet charms&lt;/em&gt;, which had stole many hearts in the new village. Lucas, who also happens to be Giselle’s ex, after only two weeks of dating, that he dumped ‘Gis’, due to her over &lt;em&gt;Possessivity&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Drama Queen Scenes&lt;/em&gt; towards Lucas’s previous girl-friends and his other girl-friends in-general. At a stage of jealousy and vendetta, Gis gets on Krista’s back by hitting on Jean (Krista’s childhood best friend)… Playing tricks along with her girl-mates, Giselle manages to trick Jean into an awful mischief, a well schemed trick that risks Jean’s life for a sentence for jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas falls obsessed with Krista, whilst she was forced by Lucas’s crazy ways of trying to make her go out with him, although she stays without interest in regards of Lucas. At a certain point of the story, Krista starts to explore feelings never felt before for Lucas, Love? Lush? Or just being in a company of a guy for the first time? Despite Lucas’s attitude of being so proud of himself, he manages to get Krista in her first ever intimate moments. Causing nature to evolve in Krista’s body (she gets pregnant), causing Krista to turn onto Jean for moral support. He comes up with the idea of going back to the orphanage, to speak to the nuns over there, with a plan to keep the baby until things settle down for Krista… Jean tries to clear Krista’s mind, because she rejects his plans, she doesn’t want history to repeat on her baby, the same history that every night tortures Krista’s mind. A hard period for her to decide her baby’s faith, Krista which by now has 4months of pregnancy, finally gives in to Jean’s idea and start to pack their laguages to head of the orphanage after 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their journey begins, with Lucas not happy with the situation of Krista leaving the village with Jean…&lt;br /&gt;They encounter many different episodes along their way to the old village where they were raised and brought up during their childhood, different then the other kids, kids who had a better childhood then them. Once arrived at their old village, they see so many changes, and new faces. On their way in the village they speak about their memories, past fears, past dreams, past hopes and how they used to be. At this point in time, Krista holds to her locket (the same necklace that her mom left her) and wonders if her mom is still alive, and also takes the opportunity to make some researches about her past, behind Jean’s back. Since, ages ago they promised each other, not to ever look back on their lonely past as orphans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641582728881037?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641582728881037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641582728881037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641582728881037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641582728881037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/2006/01/musical-part-2.html' title='&apos;Musical&apos; - Part 2'/><author><name>Everyone Has A Story To Tell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174044172387760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113641558184202542</id><published>2006-01-04T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:15:08.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Musical' - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Musical’ – Part 3 - Sketch - Billy.J Copy Right Protected ©&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in their home town village the stress on Lucas starts to get to him deeply, since Krista left the village and went away with Jean. Rumors by ‘Giselle’ girl-friends (Giselle and another member which happen to be Lucas’s ex-girlfriends) are spread around the village that she dumped Lucas, which he doesn’t really like the sound of it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas gets tremendously jealous and offended by Jean, and by Krista’s way of getting onto Jean’s shoulders for support. This leads Lucas to eventually cheat on Krista with Giselle, and the word comes into Jean’s ears once he gets back, which therefore he ends up telling Krista about the whole deal. Lucas seeks revenge for Jean’s act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641558184202542?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641558184202542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641558184202542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641558184202542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641558184202542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/2006/01/musical-part-3.html' title='&apos;Musical&apos; - Part 3'/><author><name>Everyone Has A Story To Tell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174044172387760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113641539201132958</id><published>2006-01-04T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:44:10.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away (Kristabel's Main Theme, This Is Magic!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Away’ – Billy.J Copy Right Protected ©&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken From - 'Musical')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to reach to you,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if you’re&lt;br /&gt;My imagination,&lt;br /&gt;Or my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be,&lt;br /&gt;My vision of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But you’re my,&lt;br /&gt;Ghost of my yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you’ve gave me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how much I cry&lt;br /&gt;We don’t seem to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I try&lt;br /&gt;You’ll still haunt me at night&lt;br /&gt;But you,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t seem to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;In the corners of my mind…&lt;br /&gt;I hold my pillow tight,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you go&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be,&lt;br /&gt;My vision of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But you’re my,&lt;br /&gt;Ghost of my yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you’ve gave me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how much I cry&lt;br /&gt;We don’t seem to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I try&lt;br /&gt;You’ll still haunt me at night&lt;br /&gt;But you,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t seem to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I have to do?&lt;br /&gt;To just get close to you!&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget you...?&lt;br /&gt;When you don’t &lt;strong&gt;(never)&lt;/strong&gt; seem to go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how much I cry&lt;br /&gt;We don’t seem to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I try&lt;br /&gt;You’ll still haunt me at night&lt;br /&gt;But you,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t seem to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I cry&lt;br /&gt;We don’t seem to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I try&lt;br /&gt;You’ll still haunt me at night&lt;br /&gt;But you,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t seem to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this dream I can’t escape&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s seems to be my faith…&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can’t runaway&lt;br /&gt;From the past of my yesterday…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641539201132958?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641539201132958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641539201132958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641539201132958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641539201132958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/2006/01/away-kristabels-main-theme-this-is.html' title='Away (Kristabel&apos;s Main Theme, This Is Magic!)'/><author><name>Everyone Has A Story To Tell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174044172387760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113641513688439589</id><published>2006-01-04T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:52:16.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's Tears (The Victory Song/Jean's Theme)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Heaven’s Tears’ - Billy.J                                                 Copy Right Protected ©&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken From - 'Musical')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing here.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at what I achieved,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hold me back now.&lt;br /&gt;So many tears I shed along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many friends&lt;br /&gt;I had to gain to get on this road.&lt;br /&gt;Always loosing myself in&lt;br /&gt;The waves of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I’m here&lt;br /&gt;Crying out my heaven’s tears.&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived where I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever will I go back&lt;br /&gt;To misery and pains.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now cause&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wont change for you&lt;br /&gt;And no one else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying good bye&lt;br /&gt;To all my hurt and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to my lonely nights,&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone in the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my way&lt;br /&gt;All alone in my days without&lt;br /&gt;You by my side, holding me.&lt;br /&gt;I can live without you now,&lt;br /&gt;And without your heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m here finally,&lt;br /&gt;Crying out my heaven’s tears,&lt;br /&gt;I made it on my own,&lt;br /&gt;And with my true friends.&lt;br /&gt;No need for me to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You can never win me back,&lt;br /&gt;You never had me in your hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A Victorious Line Of Violins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’m here&lt;br /&gt;Crying out my heaven’s tears.&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived where I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever will I go back&lt;br /&gt;To misery and pains.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now cause&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wont change for you&lt;br /&gt;And no one else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641513688439589?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641513688439589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641513688439589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641513688439589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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©&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever dreamt of being&lt;br /&gt;A lover of romance?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wished of being&lt;br /&gt;A winner of a dance?&lt;br /&gt;Did you want to see&lt;br /&gt;A star shining bright&lt;br /&gt;Across the mid night sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever saw the moon&lt;br /&gt;During the sun of the day?&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna hear a song&lt;br /&gt;That never stops to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you wanna be a fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Making rough things easily&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a reality?&lt;br /&gt;Be anyone you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that controls&lt;br /&gt;His own destiny&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a soldier&lt;br /&gt;Of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever claimed&lt;br /&gt;To be madly in love?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever touched&lt;br /&gt;The starts high above?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wanna be a fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Making rough things easily&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a reality?&lt;br /&gt;Be anyone you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that controls,&lt;br /&gt;His own destiny&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a soldier&lt;br /&gt;Of love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be anyone you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Bring your fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Into reality.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard that&lt;br /&gt;Seems in life,&lt;br /&gt;Just fight for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you wanna be a fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Making rough things easily&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a reality?&lt;br /&gt;Be anyone you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that controls&lt;br /&gt;His own destiny&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a soldier&lt;br /&gt;Of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641491124264216?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641491124264216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641491124264216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641491124264216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641491124264216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/2006/01/soldier-of-love-sebastians-theme.html' title='Soldier Of Love (Sebastian&apos;s Theme)'/><author><name>Everyone Has A Story To Tell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174044172387760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113641461265573859</id><published>2006-01-04T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:43:32.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music (Sister May's Theme,,, This Is Where It All Begins!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Music’ (The Class Room’s Song) – Billy.J                                 Copy Right Protected ©&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken From - 'Musical')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see,&lt;br /&gt;Your smile has&lt;br /&gt;Been turned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see,&lt;br /&gt;Your soul has&lt;br /&gt;Lost its way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts are broken&lt;br /&gt;So many times,&lt;br /&gt;And days turn into&lt;br /&gt;Night so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn’t matter who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter where you are,&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up,&lt;br /&gt;Sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;It can lift you up,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you’re down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Is always there by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Dry the tears that you hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Will be with you when&lt;br /&gt;Hard times come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Helps you open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And looks over your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don’t care,&lt;br /&gt;What people might say or do,&lt;br /&gt;When they see me dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t care,&lt;br /&gt;If they can bring you low,&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head straight up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your faith&lt;br /&gt;On solid ground.&lt;br /&gt;When happiness comes on slow.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need money and fame&lt;br /&gt;Reality comes from deep within’….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let music be the key,&lt;br /&gt;Then you will see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Can open the key to&lt;br /&gt;All our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Is able to heal all wounds&lt;br /&gt;Caused by this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Can guide you through&lt;br /&gt;The lonely days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Just makes you be yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Takes you places never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music is the power&lt;br /&gt;Within’ our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;The centre to keep&lt;br /&gt;All our dreams alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music can reach&lt;br /&gt;All parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the power of,&lt;br /&gt;That’s the power of Music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;It can lift you up,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you’re down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Is always there by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Dry up the tears that you hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Will be with you when&lt;br /&gt;Hard times come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Helps you open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And looks over your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641461265573859?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641461265573859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641461265573859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641461265573859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641461265573859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-sister-mays-theme-this-is-where.html' title='Music (Sister May&apos;s Theme,,, This Is Where It All Begins!)'/><author><name>Everyone Has A Story To Tell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174044172387760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113641441123784358</id><published>2006-01-04T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:40:11.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One (Krista's Cheating Theme With Jean)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘One’ – Billy.J                                                                             Copy Right Protected ©&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken From - 'Musical')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look&lt;br /&gt;Was all she took&lt;br /&gt;One heart&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t want to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t want to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment&lt;br /&gt;Remains frozen in time&lt;br /&gt;Eyes cried,&lt;br /&gt;Tears shed,&lt;br /&gt;Her love was a crime&lt;br /&gt;One moment thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let’s press the button,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s play rewind&lt;br /&gt;To be as one&lt;br /&gt;Love me for the second time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s stop the time&lt;br /&gt;Let’s come undone&lt;br /&gt;To be one&lt;br /&gt;Love you just one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do it one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Two nights&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming to be part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be mine my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two kisses&lt;br /&gt;In the midnight hour&lt;br /&gt;Making dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Making love,&lt;br /&gt;Sent from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Two seconds living for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let’s press the button,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s play rewind&lt;br /&gt;Let’s be one&lt;br /&gt;Love me for the second time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s stop the time&lt;br /&gt;Let’s come undone&lt;br /&gt;To be one&lt;br /&gt;To Love you once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do it one more time&lt;br /&gt;Just… One more time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641441123784358?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641441123784358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641441123784358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641441123784358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641441123784358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-kristas-cheating-theme-with-jean.html' title='One (Krista&apos;s Cheating Theme With Jean)'/><author><name>Everyone Has A Story To Tell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174044172387760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113641390258416537</id><published>2006-01-04T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:31:42.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Taught Me (The Orphans Prayer Song Theme)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘He Taught Me’ – Billy.J                                                          Copy Right Protected ©&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken From - 'Musical')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was down&lt;br /&gt;And fell on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I looked above&lt;br /&gt;And saw his face&lt;br /&gt;Starring right back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He taught me how to fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;He’s there for me everyday&lt;br /&gt;When I’ll die&lt;br /&gt;I know he’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;He taught me how to fight and pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith seems far away&lt;br /&gt;He’ll bring it back to me&lt;br /&gt;And I believe&lt;br /&gt;In him everyday&lt;br /&gt;To wash my sins away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I didn’t speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He taught me how to fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;He’s there for me everyday&lt;br /&gt;When I’ll die&lt;br /&gt;I know he’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;He taught me how to fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh ooOOH&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;When I was blind&lt;br /&gt;And couldn’t see the light&lt;br /&gt;He was there&lt;br /&gt;He was there&lt;br /&gt;Right by my side… ohhhh OOOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught me how to fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;He’s there for me everyday&lt;br /&gt;When I’ll die&lt;br /&gt;I know he’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;He taught me how to fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He taught me how to fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;He’s there for me everyday&lt;br /&gt;When I’ll die&lt;br /&gt;I know he’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;He taught me how to fight and pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He taught me how to laugh and cry&lt;br /&gt;When I had a pain in my chest&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one I confide with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641390258416537?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641390258416537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641390258416537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641390258416537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641390258416537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/2006/01/he-taught-me-orphans-prayer-song-theme.html' title='He Taught Me (The Orphans Prayer Song Theme)'/><author><name>Everyone Has A Story To Tell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174044172387760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113641349376745734</id><published>2006-01-04T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:24:53.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me ( Giselle's + Her Girl Friends Theme/The Bar Song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ‘It’s Me’(The Bar Song) – Billy.J                                                 Copy Right Protected ©&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken From - 'Musical')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to have fun&lt;br /&gt;I’m the one who makes you helpless&lt;br /&gt;Want to see this showcase?&lt;br /&gt;Won’t make you feel stressed&lt;br /&gt;More likely I’ll make you feel obsessed&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I came here for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t try to find another one&lt;br /&gt;Won’t find another one like me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say the things that I can do to you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t show you unless you’re near me boo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m what everybody’s talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything you’re dreaming about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one you’re thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one you can’t forget about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me, It’s Me, Me, Me, Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come undone&lt;br /&gt;No game for me that can’t be won&lt;br /&gt;Droppin’ all your glasses&lt;br /&gt;I came to see those nasty faces&lt;br /&gt;Every corner, in every possible places&lt;br /&gt;Wanna play games with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t try to find another one&lt;br /&gt;Won’t find another one like me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing won’t compare to me and you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t show you unless you’re near me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m what everybody’s talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything you’re dreaming about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one you’re thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one you can’t forget about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me, It’s Me, Me, Me, Me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna play hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;This thing is getting sleezy&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl runaway from school&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing I won’t do&lt;br /&gt;Others girls know I’m good&lt;br /&gt;Anybody knows I’m good&lt;br /&gt;You know I’m good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m what everybody’s talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything you’re dreaming about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one you’re thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one you can’t forget about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me, It’s Me, Me, Me, Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m what everybody’s talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything you’re dreaming about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one you’re thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one you can’t forget about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(It’s Me, It’s Me, Me, Me, Me)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641349376745734?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641349376745734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20490237.post-113641289784372898</id><published>2006-01-04T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:18:25.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil Inside (Krista's Theme Against Lucas)</title><content type='html'>‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Devil Inside’ - Billy.J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Copy Right Protected ©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Taken From - 'Musical')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see what you’ve done to me?&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed what I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Had to taste all of my fears&lt;br /&gt;When you were still inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your heart is cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is more than wise&lt;br /&gt;You keep pushing me aside&lt;br /&gt;You keep holding your pride&lt;br /&gt;You can never be free&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes more than eyes for you to see&lt;br /&gt;Hate’s the only thing that is real&lt;br /&gt;Anger’s the one thing that you feel&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your heart is cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is more than wise&lt;br /&gt;You keep pushing me aside&lt;br /&gt;You keep holding your pride&lt;br /&gt;You can never release&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw me running and I never try to hide&lt;br /&gt;Tried to see me dying from the inside&lt;br /&gt;Emotions turned into something cold&lt;br /&gt;With no more feelings left to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can’t you see, You took my life away?&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see, You took my life away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your heart is cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is more than wise&lt;br /&gt;You keep pushing me aside&lt;br /&gt;You keep holding your pride&lt;br /&gt;You can never be free&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your heart is cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is more than wise&lt;br /&gt;You keep pushing me aside&lt;br /&gt;You keep holding your pride&lt;br /&gt;You can never release&lt;br /&gt;The devil inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641289784372898?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641289784372898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641289784372898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Lucas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Secret Angel’ – Billy.J                                                  Copy Right Protected ©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Taken From - 'Musical')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A secret angel&lt;br /&gt;You smiled when you tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;A secret angel&lt;br /&gt;Only telling me lies in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came into my world, told me to come and see&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel everything, I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Made me lose myself, from deep within&lt;br /&gt;I should have known right from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You took my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise, made me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You took my soul,&lt;br /&gt;With your lies, with your fake smile&lt;br /&gt;A secret angel&lt;br /&gt;You smiled, when you tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;A secret angel&lt;br /&gt;Only telling me lies in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no escape, from my drowning world&lt;br /&gt;Could have chosen, a different destiny&lt;br /&gt;Could have dreamed, a different dream&lt;br /&gt;This nightmare keeps haunting after me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You took my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise, made me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You took my tears,&lt;br /&gt;With your lies, turned them into fears&lt;br /&gt;A secret angel&lt;br /&gt;You laughed, when you tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;A secret angel&lt;br /&gt;The reason I can’t live my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a dark fantasy, of you being with me&lt;br /&gt;Your peaceful heart, turned out to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;You were my destiny, with a secret mystery&lt;br /&gt;But you were, just another lie, hiding in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You took my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise, made me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You took my soul,&lt;br /&gt;With your lies, with your fake smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You took my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise, made me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You took my soul,&lt;br /&gt;With your lies, with your fake smile&lt;br /&gt;A secret angel&lt;br /&gt;You smiled when you tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;A secret angel&lt;br /&gt;Only telling me lies in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You took my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise, made me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You took my tears,&lt;br /&gt;With your lies, turned them into fears&lt;br /&gt;Secret angel&lt;br /&gt;Remember the kiss, when you tore me apart?&lt;br /&gt;A secret angel&lt;br /&gt;The reason I can’t live my life&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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endless pains for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your eyes I see&lt;br /&gt;And your making believes&lt;br /&gt;Your love has stayed&lt;br /&gt;…but not tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face of&lt;br /&gt;Being sorry for the&lt;br /&gt;Harm you caused me to feel&lt;br /&gt;Through out my years&lt;br /&gt;…..but not tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your touch which&lt;br /&gt;I always needed to long for&lt;br /&gt;When you brought me down.&lt;br /&gt;…not tonight, (not tomorrow)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I needed a hand&lt;br /&gt;You just turned away.&lt;br /&gt;Saying now that what&lt;br /&gt;We had was a physical bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your forever was just a word&lt;br /&gt;Not a thing was meant.&lt;br /&gt;It was good till it lasted&lt;br /&gt;Now someone else can see my dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you thought,&lt;br /&gt;I’d stay and cry for your lies,&lt;br /&gt;And your never ending stories,&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry you’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im moving on…&lt;br /&gt;…Without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20490237-113641216108608660?l=billy-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billy-j.blogspot.com/feeds/113641216108608660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20490237&amp;postID=113641216108608660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20490237/posts/default/113641216108608660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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