<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 21:36:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>winter olympics words</title><description/><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/lyrics.htm</link><managingEditor>Andrew</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112559253841029270</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2005 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-09-30T03:20:48.140-07:00</atom:updated><title>feeling european</title><atom:summary type='text'>
Girl you know I'd love you like a holiday. I'm packing the essentials and I've got my money changed. I’ve been thumbing through the guide books, and studying the map, to find your points of local interest and take you off the beaten track. SHA NA NA NA NA NA NA NAAAA.

When we go to sleep this evening we’ll be feeling European, we’ll be steeped in history and swimming in warm beer, I’ll be </atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/09/feeling-european</link><author>Andrew</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112324540146794043</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2005 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-09-30T03:11:23.286-07:00</atom:updated><title>windows 95</title><atom:summary type='text'>
When I look in your eyes I see Windows 95. They seemed like the future for a while. They promised so much to oh so many, now they're still familiar, but less friendly. And they're always on my mind like a karaoke Elvis, a grim reminder of just how bright we used to shine. And they're always on top, like the clock on my computer, always on top like a lover who won't try.

I had a dream as bad As </atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/09/windows-95</link><author>Andrew</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112360335420664365</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-09-27T08:50:00.993-07:00</atom:updated><title>kiss versus the smiths</title><atom:summary type='text'>You and me up on the roof, hitting golf balls down the avenue. Moving out of driving range, we watch them arc and fade away.

Going to the eighties night, dressed up like the Miner’s Strike. Running for the twelve fifteen all lit-up like Christmas trees.

The last time that I saw you we were listening to Kiss, I was trying to assure you they were better than The Smiths, and I was right, I was </atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/08/kiss-versus-smiths</link><author>Andrew</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112360309024424094</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-09T09:05:59.356-07:00</atom:updated><title>the flood the flood</title><atom:summary type='text'>If we believe enough and we take things real slowly, we’ll make it through this flood; driving with Denilson in the window.

If we believe in love and the tread in these old tyres, we’ll make it to the pub for last orders and stories by the fire.

Wheels. The Flood, the flood, the flood.
Wheels. The Flood, the flood, the flood.

Well, the water’s getting higher, we watch it rise above the wheels.</atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/08/flood-flood</link><author>Andrew</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112360255044402101</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-10T05:18:23.386-07:00</atom:updated><title>fall down sometimes</title><atom:summary type='text'>[andrew] You should definitely go out with me. I’m twenty eight, you’re twenty three. Is that OK? Is that alright?

[pippa] But I’m looking for a man who really works out, not a boy who’s afraid of the pollen count, and there’s no way that I’ll compromise.

[Both] Fall Down, sometimes. And you might find you’re standing upright.

[andrew] Well we race after love like a dog running after a car, </atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/08/fall-down-sometimes</link><author>Andrew</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112360211597012397</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-09T08:41:55.976-07:00</atom:updated><title>dancing at the speedway</title><atom:summary type='text'>Four years is a long time. For boy bands and mice, four years is a life. And now it’s been four years since the first time this seemed a good idea – And I wait right here.

I have seen you dancing at the speedway. I have seen you do the mountain range.

Your dog can see the evil that surrounds our towns and people, your dog can see the some of all our fears. The presence that makes babies cry, </atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/08/dancing-at-speedway</link><author>Andrew</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112325651525356018</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-05T08:41:55.253-07:00</atom:updated><title>they launched a probe</title><atom:summary type='text'>Hey Houston, we've got a problem, I have seen the ships and there's hundreds of them. An X marks the spot where we parked the car, where the engine stopped and we found out who we really are.

Somewhere in this universe there has to be a place for us, I'm looking into space for us with telescopes and high hopes. And if it gets too dangerous, we'll have to change our names, they're looking in our </atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/08/they-launched-probe</link><author>Andrew</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112325606813705038</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-05T08:34:28.143-07:00</atom:updated><title>the great outdoors</title><atom:summary type='text'>We’ll find a better life outside these city lights. We’ll take our place with the bears and snakes, leave our office cares behind.

Let’s call a meeting (ooo-ee-ooo) with the chairman of the board (ooo-ee-ooo) Let’s rearrange the seating for the great outdoors.

Let’s get pizza sent directly to our tents. Let’s tell the guy to take his time. Because we will return to London, Birmingham, England </atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/08/great-outdoors</link><author>Andrew</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112325321468082532</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-09-06T09:15:49.283-07:00</atom:updated><title>office rock</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/08/office-rock</link><author>Andrew</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112325185370788647</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-05T07:24:13.713-07:00</atom:updated><title>is it leaves?</title><atom:summary type='text'>She jumped over the wall today, she didn’t smile, but she looked okay, and in the half-light now, she tears the half-pipe down. She’s kicking her feet up off of the ground, I’m watching her heart jump up and down. And in the half-light now she tears the half-pipe down.

You’re all I want, you’re all I need, is it me? Or is it leaves? You’re all I want, you’re all I need, is it me? or is it leaves</atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/08/is-it-leaves</link><author>Andrew</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285997.post-112325094534417727</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-05T07:09:05.350-07:00</atom:updated><title>stairway to helen's</title><atom:summary type='text'>I ain’t been sleeping since the 1970s ruined my weekend: Magic secrets finally revealed. She ain’t been staying much since the old man passed away, she stands in the station and watches people leave like trains. And we’re all standing on the stairway.

See I’d made my way to Percy Street to go and get something to eat, but John and Helen had the fear and lost a week out of their year. We’d found </atom:summary><link>http://www.thewinterolympicsband.com/2005/08/stairway-to-helens</link><author>Andrew</author></item></channel></rss>