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“I’m With You”

by AVRIL LAVIGNE

I’m standing on a bridge
I’m waiting in the dark
I thought that you’d be here by now
There’s nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I’m listening but there’s no sound

Isn’t anyone tryin to find me?
Won’t somebody come take me home
It’s a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
I’m with you

I’m looking for a place
Searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
‘Cause nothing’s going right
And everythigns a mess
And no one likes to be alone

Isn’t anyone trying to find me?
Won’t somebody come take me home
It’s a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
I’m with you

Oh why is everything so confusing
Maybe I’m just out of my mind
Yea yea yea

It’s a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won’t you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
I’m with you

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
I’m with you

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
I’m with you
I’m with you…

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Slashdot had a posting about this BBC reporting on how the Music Publisher’s Association now wants to crack down on all the websites running lyrics - searchable or otherwise.

” Sarah Faulder, chief executive of the Music Publishers Association, says that unless the websites have the permission of the copyright owners to display the lyrics (which most do not), they are breaking the law. “

Argh….it doesn’t seem fair. These sites are awsome, simply for the lyric finding service they provide….Instead of driving yourself crazy, trying to figure out what the singer was saying (slurred for artistic or drunk or high purposes) - there’s a resource out there that will set the record straight for you….kinda like using a dictionary to spell check stuff. These lyric sites have been around for quite some time. It seems obvious to me the MPA is riding the corporate band wagon to milk internet users for every penny, including what use to be a free service for looking up lyrics. I wonder if Christmas Carolers will have to start asking the MPA permission for singing tunes?

ok…and now there’s this huge fly zooming all over my office. i thought it was a bumble bee - but i think it’s just a fat fat fly.

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i feel so drained….it’s been a frickin’ struggle to make it through working, the last two weeks….

i don’t know what’s a safe place for me anymore. i hoped i could lose myself in my work - plenty of things to keep my mind occupied….instead, i feel even more vulnerable - like when i’m buried with paperwork, interviews, troubleshooting, and crappy customers - i lose that professional detachment….i don’t know where it is, anymore - that shield that protected me from the thoughtless comments, you know, the ones that imbeciles make when they’re not trying hard enough.

yesterday, though - i found a haven at cafe muse. i had to wait for mark to finish working out….at the gym where this nightmare started. i left working, heading for strada…but i wasn’t in the mood to be rubbing shoulders with other students. so i turned left on bancroft and checked out cafe muse, at the berkeley art museum. Happy Hour - at a classy, empty cafe. I loved it. Beer = $2.00 and Wine = $1.50. How great is that? The lady at the counter was sweet, friendly, and she knew when to leave me alone. I sat down at a window table. I relaxed with a newspaper and sipped red wine. Plus they had free appetizers: salsa, chips, carrots, celery sticks, and cheese dip. The Thai Lentil soup was a yummy curry concotion, that helped belly the alcohol. A few weeks ago, I also had a tasty portobello sandwich with melted brie cheese. True, you really can’t screw up a sandwich with brie, but Cafe Muse went beyond my expectations on that.

Happy Hour was perfect for me. Other folks intellectualized outside. Two undergrads came in for some coffee and a heart to heart. I had my solitude. When I thought back to it, Strada coffee wouldn’t be such a hot idea for un-winding after a grueling day at work….the caffeine would have wired me for no good reason.

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