<?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-9190589</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:56:33.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead Sheets from Peter S. Quinn</title><subtitle type='html'>Rhythmicon - 50 Lead Sheets with Poems.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190589.post-110176150166947734</id><published>2004-11-29T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T07:32:24.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Come and Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Christmas%20Come%20and%20Go.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Christmas%20Come%20and%20Go.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas Come and Go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas come and go&lt;br /&gt;With many things to see,&lt;br /&gt;With a fallen winter's snow&lt;br /&gt;And some past memory;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you all&lt;br /&gt;As the night comes clear,&lt;br /&gt;With some hope therewithal&lt;br /&gt;For it is this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays from me&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have it wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;Let your singing come free&lt;br /&gt;In moments dark and dull;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wishing well&lt;br /&gt;Giving you an opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;Night's under a starry spell&lt;br /&gt;Things of wishes there to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas come to you&lt;br /&gt;This be truest in your mind,&lt;br /&gt;As you look into the blue&lt;br /&gt;Leave your worries all behind;&lt;br /&gt;For this time is never long&lt;br /&gt;To give or take the very best,&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to this in a song&lt;br /&gt;You love and have blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110176150166947734?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110176150166947734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110176150166947734' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110176150166947734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110176150166947734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/christmas-come-and-go.html' title='Christmas Come and Go'/><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190589.post-110175724483127961</id><published>2004-11-29T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T08:24:44.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Echoes of Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/The%20Echoes%20of%20Seasons.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/The%20Echoes%20of%20Seasons.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Echoes of Seasons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The echoes of seasons&lt;br /&gt;The day's noon befalls,&lt;br /&gt;With no particular reasons&lt;br /&gt;There are echoes and calls;&lt;br /&gt;In the dim and dark hour&lt;br /&gt;With a frosty frost song,&lt;br /&gt;Sullen its winter flower&lt;br /&gt;If the dark will prolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time to harvest thoughts&lt;br /&gt;That come besides dreams,&lt;br /&gt;In all these shadows blots&lt;br /&gt;From flickering lights beams;&lt;br /&gt;Some might just have a say&lt;br /&gt;Of things that are not real,&lt;br /&gt;And with your astude play&lt;br /&gt;In this light and dark duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The echoes of the night&lt;br /&gt;Times for thoughts and seeing,&lt;br /&gt;Until again it's all bright&lt;br /&gt;For pleasurable and being;&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing come to bloom &lt;br /&gt;That has only frosty days,&lt;br /&gt;And with the light is doom&lt;br /&gt;As the sun rises and plays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110175724483127961?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110175724483127961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110175724483127961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110175724483127961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110175724483127961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/echoes-of-seasons.html' title='The Echoes of Seasons'/><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-9190589.post-110173872023983177</id><published>2004-11-29T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:47:04.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely for Paris in Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Lonely%20for%20Paris%20in%20Spring.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Lonely%20for%20Paris%20in%20Spring.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lonely for Paris in Spring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely for Paris in spring&lt;br /&gt;All is so faraway to reach,&lt;br /&gt;A heart for joy could sing&lt;br /&gt;What memories should teach;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are wide in clearing blue&lt;br /&gt;All is such a joy to glide,&lt;br /&gt;It's always up to me and you&lt;br /&gt;What gets soft or amplified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be here and become strong&lt;br /&gt;All has its wandering ways,&lt;br /&gt;Have an opportunity get along&lt;br /&gt;Make the best of all the days;&lt;br /&gt;Ripe your feelings and touch&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else is more of hope,&lt;br /&gt;We have everything inasmuch&lt;br /&gt;As we work things out and cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days begin in nothingness&lt;br /&gt;With the cold pleasure at first,&lt;br /&gt;Then there might be a new fresh&lt;br /&gt;A moment of thought we thirst;&lt;br /&gt;A day is asleep for awhile&lt;br /&gt;And then there's some awaken,&lt;br /&gt;Hard in a lost hour to defile&lt;br /&gt;When a mind's occupied or taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110173872023983177?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110173872023983177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110173872023983177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110173872023983177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110173872023983177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/lonely-for-paris-in-spring.html' title='Lonely for Paris in Spring'/><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-9190589.post-110173306169906280</id><published>2004-11-29T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:07:40.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incidental Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Incidental%20Dreams.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Incidental%20Dreams.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incidental Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidental Dreams&lt;br /&gt;With days and days ahead,&lt;br /&gt;In loneliness the hour seems&lt;br /&gt;No blooming in the garden's bed;&lt;br /&gt;My longings for other things to be&lt;br /&gt;With these dimly moods,&lt;br /&gt;The stimuli of a leafless tree&lt;br /&gt;And shadows that alludes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidental Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the nowhere land,&lt;br /&gt;With flickering dully beams&lt;br /&gt;And dark horizon in backhand;&lt;br /&gt;All is in a song of night mood&lt;br /&gt;Lonely footsteps in the snow,&lt;br /&gt;A world in winter's attitude&lt;br /&gt;Pearl like glistening frosty glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidental Dreams&lt;br /&gt;The night in the window glass,&lt;br /&gt;A sleeping and dream regimes&lt;br /&gt;The time's other hourglass;&lt;br /&gt;I drift away into space&lt;br /&gt;When sleeping I go to this,&lt;br /&gt;A hour minute anyplace&lt;br /&gt;You dream and therefore it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110173306169906280?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110173306169906280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110173306169906280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110173306169906280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110173306169906280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/incidental-dreams.html' title='Incidental Dreams'/><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-9190589.post-110172692052294888</id><published>2004-11-29T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:33:09.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Fling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Sweet%20Fling.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Sweet%20Fling.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet Fling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet fling&lt;br /&gt;All the wonders of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Again sing&lt;br /&gt;When together it's burled;&lt;br /&gt;Longings are forever&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing we can do,&lt;br /&gt;Advertising is clever&lt;br /&gt;But it's still up to me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;To buy or to wear,&lt;br /&gt;Pearls on a string&lt;br /&gt;For neighbors eyes to share;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes are heartaches strong&lt;br /&gt;All is in the denying,&lt;br /&gt;You just have to get along&lt;br /&gt;Give your best in trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sing&lt;br /&gt;Just before the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;Joy bring&lt;br /&gt;In with many different ways;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to have it all&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of this and that,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your visit to the mall&lt;br /&gt;Be a smart buying diplomat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110172692052294888?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110172692052294888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110172692052294888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110172692052294888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110172692052294888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/sweet-fling.html' title='Sweet Fling'/><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-9190589.post-110169370382466661</id><published>2004-11-28T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T03:17:03.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Wind and Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/To%20The%20Wind%20and%20Sea.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/To%20The%20Wind%20and%20Sea.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To The Wind and Sea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the wind and sea&lt;br /&gt;That is out there in dark,&lt;br /&gt;With wings lonesome free&lt;br /&gt;Flying around and to hark;&lt;br /&gt;The night is a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Weaving dreams into sleep,&lt;br /&gt;A inside land of inner me&lt;br /&gt;And mine forever to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the sun and the moon&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows and light,&lt;br /&gt;In the dawn or afternoon&lt;br /&gt;You reach or lose a flight;&lt;br /&gt;And all is there between&lt;br /&gt;The twilight and the glow,&lt;br /&gt;With nothing else there seen&lt;br /&gt;But both of them to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the wind and sea&lt;br /&gt;With distant waves that go,&lt;br /&gt;And all the flights to be&lt;br /&gt;Before the eyes and flow;&lt;br /&gt;You have not seen it still&lt;br /&gt;All the world reveals this:&lt;br /&gt;Dreams promishes to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;From a land of unborn wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110169370382466661?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110169370382466661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110169370382466661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110169370382466661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110169370382466661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-wind-and-sea.html' title='To The Wind and Sea'/><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-9190589.post-110168887927208193</id><published>2004-11-28T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T09:26:07.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gypsy Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Gypsy%20Girl.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Gypsy%20Girl.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gypsy Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gypsy girl oh gypsy girl&lt;br /&gt;All the world is a dance,&lt;br /&gt;Fate comes twisting with swirl&lt;br /&gt;And give away to change;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your lover today&lt;br /&gt;What have you found out,&lt;br /&gt;Strum the guitar and play&lt;br /&gt;There are many songs about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyes so fair and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems quite true,&lt;br /&gt;There are no tricks to treat&lt;br /&gt;Only the depth in irises blue;&lt;br /&gt;Soft is your skin and dark&lt;br /&gt;And silky your flowing hair,&lt;br /&gt;A face that glitters with spark&lt;br /&gt;Through moods of every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gypsy girl sweet's your pearl&lt;br /&gt;And true to the hidden sea,&lt;br /&gt;Your mood hot tempered whirl&lt;br /&gt;So fresh and more effeminacy;&lt;br /&gt;I long for you those nights&lt;br /&gt;When moon is full and close,&lt;br /&gt;To catch your swan like flights&lt;br /&gt;And come near your dark rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110168887927208193?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110168887927208193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110168887927208193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110168887927208193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110168887927208193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/gypsy-girl.html' title='Gypsy Girl'/><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-9190589.post-110168734918994169</id><published>2004-11-28T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:00:59.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praising Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Praising%20Your%20Love.6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Praising%20Your%20Love.6.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praising Your Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praising your love&lt;br /&gt;Is somewhat not hard to do,&lt;br /&gt;Like feelings above&lt;br /&gt;It is all up to become true;&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps to make&lt;br /&gt;Everything from within,&lt;br /&gt;It's about to take&lt;br /&gt;Giving and then to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where manipulate ends&lt;br /&gt;And the feelings begin,&lt;br /&gt;What stands and what bends&lt;br /&gt;Where experience have been;&lt;br /&gt;And the trust that you show&lt;br /&gt;With closeness and touch,&lt;br /&gt;How you love can grow&lt;br /&gt;Though you say not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praising your love&lt;br /&gt;Is in the eyes and heart,&lt;br /&gt;None of it you can shove&lt;br /&gt;If it's whole and one part;&lt;br /&gt;It's your soul and your trust&lt;br /&gt;With everything you give,&lt;br /&gt;And for togetherness a must&lt;br /&gt;For two to share and live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110168734918994169?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110168734918994169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110168734918994169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110168734918994169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110168734918994169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/praising-your-love.html' title='Praising Your Love'/><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-9190589.post-110166816966884815</id><published>2004-11-28T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T16:39:17.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midday Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Midday%20Treats.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Midday%20Treats.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Midday Treats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midday treats&lt;br /&gt;Now in wintry breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Snow falling on streets&lt;br /&gt;White layered are trees;&lt;br /&gt;All this is now on&lt;br /&gt;In the coldness outside,&lt;br /&gt;It's so much winter fun&lt;br /&gt;To give and be gratified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flimflam dark&lt;br /&gt;Wishing and much sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Glistening and spark&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to share and keep;&lt;br /&gt;Joyous is the weather&lt;br /&gt;When the snow is soft,&lt;br /&gt;And we are together&lt;br /&gt;Watching to the loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trifling snow&lt;br /&gt;White and silver fine,&lt;br /&gt;Anything might glow&lt;br /&gt;In the moonshine;&lt;br /&gt;You and I so close&lt;br /&gt;While it's snowing more,&lt;br /&gt;Just like snowflake duos&lt;br /&gt;Falling down as decor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110166816966884815?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110166816966884815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110166816966884815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110166816966884815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110166816966884815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/midday-treats.html' title='Midday Treats'/><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-9190589.post-110160987287119180</id><published>2004-11-27T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T03:43:34.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Needed%20Poems.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Needed%20Poems.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Needed Poems&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed poems for everyone&lt;br /&gt;So the world may come to see,&lt;br /&gt;Much is to learn from elevation&lt;br /&gt;If your thoughts are set free;&lt;br /&gt;Lexicons and dictionaries&lt;br /&gt;Are the books for wanna-bees,&lt;br /&gt;Pick em up to your own abilities&lt;br /&gt;And conquer the impossibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed poems are always here&lt;br /&gt;With some advantages of thought,&lt;br /&gt;Give or take your fair share&lt;br /&gt;Of what you shouldn't or ought;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers call for others new&lt;br /&gt;Absolute no one accomplishes,&lt;br /&gt;Fresher moments then hitherto&lt;br /&gt;May still get through in wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed poems for this old earth&lt;br /&gt;Is a way to get and go along,&lt;br /&gt;Give your ideas new stand birth&lt;br /&gt;And it may become a fortune song;&lt;br /&gt;Use the ancient and useful ways&lt;br /&gt;That so many found and tried,&lt;br /&gt;There might come fortune days&lt;br /&gt;That hard is now to see or decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110160987287119180?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110160987287119180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110160987287119180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110160987287119180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110160987287119180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/needed-poems.html' title='Needed Poems'/><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-9190589.post-110159800486143764</id><published>2004-11-27T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T15:29:40.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a Tranquil Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/There%20is%20a%20Tranquil%20Star.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/There%20is%20a%20Tranquil%20Star.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is a Tranquil Star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Tranquil Star&lt;br /&gt;In the sky faraway,&lt;br /&gt;With air and earth bizarre&lt;br /&gt;To wake up each day;&lt;br /&gt;With colors beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And imagines far beyond,&lt;br /&gt;No spot is there dull&lt;br /&gt;No ugliness there found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything's at peace&lt;br /&gt;With everybody there,&lt;br /&gt;Much joyful and caprice&lt;br /&gt;To go with anywhere;&lt;br /&gt;There will not be mocking&lt;br /&gt;To make life miserable,&lt;br /&gt;Only a wisdom talking&lt;br /&gt;To make knowledge enable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a tranquil light&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the dark space,&lt;br /&gt;Far from quarrelsome fight&lt;br /&gt;And other hateful ways;&lt;br /&gt;It's a place found in heart&lt;br /&gt;With respect for everyone,&lt;br /&gt;It's the road where to start&lt;br /&gt;To get a truth verification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Tranquil Star&lt;br /&gt;In the sky faraway,&lt;br /&gt;With air and earth bizarre&lt;br /&gt;To wake up each day;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody needs to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;Always correct or conned,&lt;br /&gt;Bury a crumbiness duel&lt;br /&gt;Be what you have donned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110159800486143764?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110159800486143764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110159800486143764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110159800486143764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110159800486143764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/there-is-tranquil-star.html' title='There is a Tranquil Star'/><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-9190589.post-110159190161634903</id><published>2004-11-27T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T10:06:38.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Potential</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Another%20Potential.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Another%20Potential.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another Potential&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Potential&lt;br /&gt;Comes our way once more,&lt;br /&gt;A route way for all&lt;br /&gt;To keep it sound and sure;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like life&lt;br /&gt;Full of strange encounters,&lt;br /&gt;To each moment arrive&lt;br /&gt;So different and asunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another walk through&lt;br /&gt;The many nowhere stand,&lt;br /&gt;You will meet it too&lt;br /&gt;Not to understand;&lt;br /&gt;Contradict in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Flight through dark and dim,&lt;br /&gt;With your pair of only eyes&lt;br /&gt;Seeing through the brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Potential&lt;br /&gt;In a world of contrast borrow,&lt;br /&gt;Way of life are abysmal&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays and tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;All is there to take or give&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the society prefer;&lt;br /&gt;Encounter it and just live&lt;br /&gt;You may have your signature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110159190161634903?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110159190161634903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110159190161634903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110159190161634903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110159190161634903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/another-potential.html' title='Another Potential'/><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-9190589.post-110158304529969153</id><published>2004-11-27T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T15:52:02.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is The Day Taking Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Where%20is%20The%20Day%20Taking%20Us.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Where%20is%20The%20Day%20Taking%20Us.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is The Day Taking Us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the day taking us&lt;br /&gt;In this darkish winter garden,&lt;br /&gt;I've got all the abrasiveness&lt;br /&gt;For the day is now to harden;&lt;br /&gt;Like the cold comes sweet in&lt;br /&gt;With the snow so soft in frost,&lt;br /&gt;There's in my heart a backspin&lt;br /&gt;From this much wintry glossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It carries me away and across&lt;br /&gt;To some other places beyond,&lt;br /&gt;Where lies the hidden pathos&lt;br /&gt;Everthing warm has abscond;&lt;br /&gt;For it never was much within me&lt;br /&gt;To walk much and along a trail,&lt;br /&gt;Where winter is cold frezzing free&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing else to avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the day in this dim&lt;br /&gt;Where I have no place to call,&lt;br /&gt;My heart's in a whimsy whim&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in this state to appall;&lt;br /&gt;Bring thus away this dull cold&lt;br /&gt;I am more for the gentle heat,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in coldness to behold&lt;br /&gt;Only the frost and its deadbeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110158304529969153?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110158304529969153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110158304529969153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110158304529969153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110158304529969153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/where-is-day-taking-us.html' title='Where is The Day Taking Us'/><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-9190589.post-110158142608952786</id><published>2004-11-27T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:56:31.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow and Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Sorrow%20and%20Pain.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Sorrow%20and%20Pain.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorrow and Pain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we want to go,&lt;br /&gt;We search thoroughly in vain&lt;br /&gt;To prosper and grow;&lt;br /&gt;What will become of this&lt;br /&gt;For nothing is too far fetched,&lt;br /&gt;Onward thought a mere wish&lt;br /&gt;Bleaked out and stretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray clouds in much rain&lt;br /&gt;The days too lost to know,&lt;br /&gt;A turning wheel ah here again&lt;br /&gt;Something that's a while ago;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things it then is&lt;br /&gt;Through with past time etched,&lt;br /&gt;One of those little reminisce&lt;br /&gt;Unimportant and outstretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;In the house down the row,&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary life and strain&lt;br /&gt;TV taboos and scarecrow;&lt;br /&gt;All we cannot ordinarily dismiss&lt;br /&gt;Brought to mind and sketched,&lt;br /&gt;With dissatisfaction and hiss&lt;br /&gt;The many things we retched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110158142608952786?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110158142608952786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110158142608952786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110158142608952786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110158142608952786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/sorrow-and-pain.html' title='Sorrow and Pain'/><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-9190589.post-110157937026089396</id><published>2004-11-27T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T10:03:54.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonant Encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Resonant%20Encounter.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Resonant%20Encounter.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resonant Encounter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resonant encounter&lt;br /&gt;All is there to be had,&lt;br /&gt;When all thing get asunder&lt;br /&gt;And there is not more to add;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple thing or two&lt;br /&gt;That a silence can't give,&lt;br /&gt;And it's entirely up to you&lt;br /&gt;How much there is abusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resonant in beauty&lt;br /&gt;The aspiring to meet,&lt;br /&gt;What true thing ought to be&lt;br /&gt;When fondly you treat;&lt;br /&gt;Life is to make the best&lt;br /&gt;For things and thought of life,&lt;br /&gt;It will be forever a test&lt;br /&gt;How much there is real strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resonant in your way&lt;br /&gt;Everything so forward on,&lt;br /&gt;It will resonance the day&lt;br /&gt;Till the battle is here won;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple thing or two&lt;br /&gt;That you need to have more,&lt;br /&gt;So the colors become true&lt;br /&gt;And you have won the war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110157937026089396?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110157937026089396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110157937026089396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110157937026089396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110157937026089396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/resonant-encounter.html' title='Resonant Encounter'/><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-9190589.post-110157781344085076</id><published>2004-11-27T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:23:34.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Discovering.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Discovering.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Discovering&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering the route&lt;br /&gt;That comes to you in real,&lt;br /&gt;Is what this is all about&lt;br /&gt;Do know how you must feel;&lt;br /&gt;One step then another&lt;br /&gt;Is what this is about,&lt;br /&gt;You must your way discover&lt;br /&gt;To be not more in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering and finding&lt;br /&gt;That is the way to go,&lt;br /&gt;And those two thus combining&lt;br /&gt;And you will both them know;&lt;br /&gt;This is how life then is&lt;br /&gt;And feelings there in too,&lt;br /&gt;You have to make accomplish&lt;br /&gt;And know who one is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering and hoping&lt;br /&gt;We have it all in here,&lt;br /&gt;Managing somehow and coping&lt;br /&gt;And give of us to share;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other way&lt;br /&gt;Then this that has been done,&lt;br /&gt;To let your findings stay&lt;br /&gt;And others to carry them on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110157781344085076?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110157781344085076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110157781344085076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110157781344085076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110157781344085076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/discovering.html' title='Discovering'/><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-9190589.post-110157761499828336</id><published>2004-11-27T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T16:54:56.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midday Veranda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Midday%20Veranda.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Midday%20Veranda.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Midday Veranda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midday veranda&lt;br /&gt;The dawn was so young,&lt;br /&gt;Like an abracadabra&lt;br /&gt;In colors to long;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings were fresh too&lt;br /&gt;Coming to wake,&lt;br /&gt;Just like me and you&lt;br /&gt;For it was daybreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a midday&lt;br /&gt;In wonders and answers,&lt;br /&gt;An intermediate play&lt;br /&gt;Just before evening dancers;&lt;br /&gt;All life is like this&lt;br /&gt;Fresh in first sight,&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the bliss&lt;br /&gt;And make you feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last comes the evening&lt;br /&gt;For stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Then you sing a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Just before you say goodbye;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it goes&lt;br /&gt;We all have our travels,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody here really knows&lt;br /&gt;What next steps it unravels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110157761499828336?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110157761499828336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110157761499828336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110157761499828336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110157761499828336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/midday-veranda.html' title='Midday Veranda'/><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-9190589.post-110152769474026586</id><published>2004-11-26T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:49:47.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Rhythmicon.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Rhythmicon.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rhythmicon - Between The Footsteps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Is easy going about&lt;br /&gt;And everything that keeps&lt;br /&gt;In between doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road might be long&lt;br /&gt;Or leading to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;With steps deep and strong&lt;br /&gt;Those were made there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On streets of many&lt;br /&gt;Much is going on&lt;br /&gt;Worth a dime or a penny&lt;br /&gt;Or anything under the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a big place&lt;br /&gt;If you are quite small&lt;br /&gt;And turning to many ways&lt;br /&gt;But that is not all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything shall unbolt&lt;br /&gt;In one way or two&lt;br /&gt;Or go about and revolt&lt;br /&gt;But that is all up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here together&lt;br /&gt;In making this a home base&lt;br /&gt;Or something even better&lt;br /&gt;That we’d call our own place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110152769474026586?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110152769474026586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110152769474026586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110152769474026586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110152769474026586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/rhythmicon.html' title=''/><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-9190589.post-110149493815029282</id><published>2004-11-26T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T17:29:33.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/I%20Have%20a%20Dream.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/I%20Have%20a%20Dream.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Have a Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream,&lt;br /&gt;But so do we all;&lt;br /&gt;A bit in airstream,&lt;br /&gt;Wide and so tall.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much,&lt;br /&gt;I have got to say;&lt;br /&gt;Giving it my touch,&lt;br /&gt;Make it feel okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wish,&lt;br /&gt;To give as a song;&lt;br /&gt;Take away anguish,&lt;br /&gt;Make me back strong.&lt;br /&gt;All in all to share,&lt;br /&gt;Have as inspiration;&lt;br /&gt;Take away a fear,&lt;br /&gt;Bring in liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road to have and be,&lt;br /&gt;What is inside now;&lt;br /&gt;Let you make and see,&lt;br /&gt;Each your solemn vow.&lt;br /&gt;Promises to make,&lt;br /&gt;That you haven't done;&lt;br /&gt;Be more here awake,&lt;br /&gt;Before it is all gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110149493815029282?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110149493815029282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110149493815029282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110149493815029282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110149493815029282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have a Dream'/><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-9190589.post-110149385984300629</id><published>2004-11-26T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:41:40.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Illusion of Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/The%20Illusion%20of%20Dawn.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/The%20Illusion%20of%20Dawn.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Illusion of Dawn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illusion of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Comes in with sleep,&lt;br /&gt;From under night gown&lt;br /&gt;And futures to keep;&lt;br /&gt;All is of the new light&lt;br /&gt;That gives you a day,&lt;br /&gt;So you can start a flight&lt;br /&gt;And make it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illusion like oceans&lt;br /&gt;With billows and waves,&lt;br /&gt;To bring your devotions&lt;br /&gt;- Each of its conclaves,&lt;br /&gt;You are to start and rise&lt;br /&gt;Then up into your own,&lt;br /&gt;Throw the first day dice&lt;br /&gt;Give the color and tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illusion is there&lt;br /&gt;To feel in your first sight,&lt;br /&gt;Take way or share&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong and right;&lt;br /&gt;All is for its intention&lt;br /&gt;- Quite differently across,&lt;br /&gt;Comes to apprehension&lt;br /&gt;When the dices you toss. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110149385984300629?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110149385984300629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110149385984300629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110149385984300629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110149385984300629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/illusion-of-dawn.html' title='The Illusion of Dawn'/><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-9190589.post-110149167397029844</id><published>2004-11-26T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:19:05.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Sky or Gray Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Blue%20Sky%20or%20Gray%20Days.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Blue%20Sky%20or%20Gray%20Days.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue Sky or Gray Days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue sky or gray days&lt;br /&gt;They come as they may,&lt;br /&gt;All is in where shadows plays&lt;br /&gt;With the colors of the day;&lt;br /&gt;Summer and winter songs&lt;br /&gt;With each their different mood,&lt;br /&gt;What in times hold belongs&lt;br /&gt;Old thoughts rendezvoused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue sky of deep perspective&lt;br /&gt;Onward drifting and then to fade,&lt;br /&gt;The tears and smiles abrasive&lt;br /&gt;That each and each has made;&lt;br /&gt;The blue within the minutes&lt;br /&gt;That come and go in the ease,&lt;br /&gt;Contrast each it advocates &lt;br /&gt;And gives not in to sculduggeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray days are different to bear&lt;br /&gt;For it has there too much dark,&lt;br /&gt;With every that comes to air&lt;br /&gt;Shall lose its wise and spark;&lt;br /&gt;These are tidings unlike tunes&lt;br /&gt;With each in their many mind,&lt;br /&gt;That gives advocate or impugns&lt;br /&gt;And often go on in gray blind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110149167397029844?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110149167397029844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110149167397029844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110149167397029844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110149167397029844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/blue-sky-or-gray-days.html' title='Blue Sky or Gray Days'/><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-9190589.post-110142826445271418</id><published>2004-11-25T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T17:11:55.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/The%20Wonder%20of%20You.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/The%20Wonder%20of%20You.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wonder of You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh new born thing,&lt;br /&gt;So much is there new&lt;br /&gt;Like bloom in new spring;&lt;br /&gt;You have time to come&lt;br /&gt;To hold on and play,&lt;br /&gt;And there in is some&lt;br /&gt;That gives its true weigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each hope and a try&lt;br /&gt;Shall give its good length,&lt;br /&gt;Explain to you why&lt;br /&gt;Time has its own strength;&lt;br /&gt;What is the reason&lt;br /&gt;To continuing here on,&lt;br /&gt;Why there is a season&lt;br /&gt;And why they are done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of all&lt;br /&gt;Is in with the new tides,&lt;br /&gt;Each comes to befall&lt;br /&gt;And the time sets asides;&lt;br /&gt;Love has its contrast&lt;br /&gt;In each of its many ways,&lt;br /&gt;Some have been harassed&lt;br /&gt;Others in the still stays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110142826445271418?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110142826445271418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110142826445271418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110142826445271418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110142826445271418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/wonder-of-you.html' title='The Wonder of 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-9190589.post-110142380064772307</id><published>2004-11-25T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T19:23:41.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes or Hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Wishes%20or%20Hopeless.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Wishes%20or%20Hopeless.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wishes or Hopeless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes or hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Broken down or growing,&lt;br /&gt;They may have abruptness&lt;br /&gt;Without you knowing;&lt;br /&gt;All is made from this&lt;br /&gt;What you come to know,&lt;br /&gt;Like a daydream bliss&lt;br /&gt;Or a moment glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes or hopeless&lt;br /&gt;They are here today,&lt;br /&gt;Always new and fresh&lt;br /&gt;When they go or stay;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing too much&lt;br /&gt;Only dreams to go by,&lt;br /&gt;With every life's clutch&lt;br /&gt;That catch them in a fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes or hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Like those gone before,&lt;br /&gt;For some get jadedness&lt;br /&gt;To never be for more;&lt;br /&gt;Let the dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;If you have the ways,&lt;br /&gt;Something might continue&lt;br /&gt;Have a valued cachets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110142380064772307?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110142380064772307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110142380064772307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110142380064772307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110142380064772307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/wishes-or-hopeless.html' title='Wishes or Hopeless'/><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-9190589.post-110140572574422750</id><published>2004-11-25T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T03:41:46.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Away To Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Break%20Away%20To%20Dreams.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Break%20Away%20To%20Dreams.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Break Away To Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break away to dreams&lt;br /&gt;Every day must go,&lt;br /&gt;What today is in gleams&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow maybe glow;&lt;br /&gt;There are reasons here&lt;br /&gt;And some sunshine too,&lt;br /&gt;Dreamers astrosphere&lt;br /&gt;Is a personal construe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our thought to give&lt;br /&gt;Not all can be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Some maybe though abortive&lt;br /&gt;But it is all our song;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are not the same&lt;br /&gt;Each an island apart,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings with uncertain flame&lt;br /&gt;Two opposed heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break away and let it come&lt;br /&gt;What you have to give or say,&lt;br /&gt;With exchange and emporium&lt;br /&gt;You will live a fuller day;&lt;br /&gt;Never will there be a game&lt;br /&gt;That our feelings will outsmart,&lt;br /&gt;There is no need in exclaim&lt;br /&gt;If your doing your small part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110140572574422750?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110140572574422750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110140572574422750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110140572574422750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110140572574422750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/break-away-to-dreams.html' title='Break Away To Dreams'/><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-9190589.post-110140097088788350</id><published>2004-11-25T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T08:17:27.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig the Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Dig%20the%20Dogs.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Dig%20the%20Dogs.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dig the Dogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig the dogs&lt;br /&gt;That bark and bite,&lt;br /&gt;Dysfunctional clogs&lt;br /&gt;That give a blight;&lt;br /&gt;Lightening and thunder&lt;br /&gt;No law and order,&lt;br /&gt;Everything asunder&lt;br /&gt;And over the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig the dust&lt;br /&gt;Down under you feet,&lt;br /&gt;Where it is lost&lt;br /&gt;On the bystreet;&lt;br /&gt;Once what you had&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is to last,&lt;br /&gt;Much is like nomad&lt;br /&gt;With talky bombast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig the dogs&lt;br /&gt;So much is worthless,&lt;br /&gt;Sinking into bogs&lt;br /&gt;For its tiredness;&lt;br /&gt;Feel not ashamed&lt;br /&gt;To give it no ease,&lt;br /&gt;It needs to be tamed&lt;br /&gt;That gives you a wheeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110140097088788350?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110140097088788350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110140097088788350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110140097088788350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110140097088788350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/dig-dogs.html' title='Dig the Dogs'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190589.post-110139730802259513</id><published>2004-11-25T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T09:06:45.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Remembering%20Autumn.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Remembering%20Autumn.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remembering Autumn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering autumn&lt;br /&gt;That evening blooming song,&lt;br /&gt;With daydreams desideratum&lt;br /&gt;Where lost longings belong;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the dreams&lt;br /&gt;That nowhere coexisted,&lt;br /&gt;The lonesome sunbeams&lt;br /&gt;The coming shade twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the days&lt;br /&gt;Of the withering blooms,&lt;br /&gt;Fallen leaves in alleyways&lt;br /&gt;And what the earth resumes;&lt;br /&gt;All shall be here forgotten&lt;br /&gt;In the days ahead that come,&lt;br /&gt;Summer's sweet abdications&lt;br /&gt;For the dark winter's hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering autumn&lt;br /&gt;For leaves turned to red,&lt;br /&gt;Lost their green freedom&lt;br /&gt;To fall off to their dead;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering moments&lt;br /&gt;Your yearning came too,&lt;br /&gt;All the scenting abundance &lt;br /&gt;The senses could construe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110139730802259513?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110139730802259513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110139730802259513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110139730802259513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110139730802259513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/remembering-autumn.html' title='Remembering Autumn'/><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-9190589.post-110139565903973389</id><published>2004-11-25T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T12:17:58.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifestly Refined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Manifestly%20Refined.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Manifestly%20Refined.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manifestly Refined&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manifestly refined&lt;br /&gt;Each thread life weaves,&lt;br /&gt;They come to be assigned&lt;br /&gt;In gladness or grieves;&lt;br /&gt;You have your way to go&lt;br /&gt;Search through the woods,&lt;br /&gt;And only you will know&lt;br /&gt;If there are falsehoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manifestly and right&lt;br /&gt;Heart is the starting place,&lt;br /&gt;You may lose a fight&lt;br /&gt;But hold on to grace;&lt;br /&gt;For nothing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;And no one really wins,&lt;br /&gt;As life is something more&lt;br /&gt;And time with it spins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we start and go&lt;br /&gt;Where the road isn't clear,&lt;br /&gt;The decision you only know&lt;br /&gt;Where your heart is near;&lt;br /&gt;Should we know or wish&lt;br /&gt;For something better yet,&lt;br /&gt;When you have all of this&lt;br /&gt;All your heart and soul asset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110139565903973389?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110139565903973389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110139565903973389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110139565903973389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110139565903973389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/manifestly-refined.html' title='Manifestly Refined'/><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-9190589.post-110139110549572652</id><published>2004-11-25T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T12:20:28.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky in Afternoon's Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Sky%20in%20Afternoon&amp;#39;s%20Fire.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Sky%20in%20Afternoon&amp;#39;s%20Fire.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sky in Afternoon's Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky in afternoon's fire&lt;br /&gt;The faraway horizon gown,&lt;br /&gt;With longings and desire&lt;br /&gt;In sun settling crown;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is there still&lt;br /&gt;With promises for days,&lt;br /&gt;That your dreams must fulfill&lt;br /&gt;In its many turning ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dusk is later on&lt;br /&gt;With starry light so dim,&lt;br /&gt;And all will then be gone&lt;br /&gt;Like a diminishing whim;&lt;br /&gt;Its dream is to be told&lt;br /&gt;In the thoughts that come,&lt;br /&gt;For reality grows old&lt;br /&gt;Like thoughts are to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes you pain&lt;br /&gt;Let not distress your being,&lt;br /&gt;For such things are of vain&lt;br /&gt;And not worth of seeing;&lt;br /&gt;There is a catch to win&lt;br /&gt;With every promises to fulfill,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a line so thin&lt;br /&gt;Or another step to a hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110139110549572652?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110139110549572652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110139110549572652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110139110549572652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110139110549572652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/sky-in-afternoons-fire.html' title='Sky in Afternoon&apos;s Fire'/><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-9190589.post-110133707242533934</id><published>2004-11-24T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T09:29:02.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next to Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Next%20to%20Nothing.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Next%20to%20Nothing.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next to Nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's next to nothing&lt;br /&gt;What's going now on,&lt;br /&gt;The stars are bluffing&lt;br /&gt;With time that's gone;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing within a reason&lt;br /&gt;In travelling through,&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting a season&lt;br /&gt;That comes to imbue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's here or everything&lt;br /&gt;That makes it so whole,&lt;br /&gt;Together the circle bring&lt;br /&gt;To make more cajole;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing without a thought&lt;br /&gt;Lying around somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;To enlighten then brought&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's next in line to find&lt;br /&gt;Each its purpose and goal,&lt;br /&gt;What in its way is assigned&lt;br /&gt;The flickering fire steam roll;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing without an artery&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling its own reaching,&lt;br /&gt;What lies out there's for free&lt;br /&gt;Not all for earth's teaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110133707242533934?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110133707242533934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110133707242533934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110133707242533934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110133707242533934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/next-to-nothing.html' title='Next to 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-9190589.post-110130813937430144</id><published>2004-11-24T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T03:54:33.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By No Means</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/By%20No%20Means.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/By%20No%20Means.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By No Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means&lt;br /&gt;Is this a lonely tune,&lt;br /&gt;By no means&lt;br /&gt;In this afternoon;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been done&lt;br /&gt;Probably written and said too,&lt;br /&gt;All the gestures here gone&lt;br /&gt;Now it's entirely through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means&lt;br /&gt;And no short of immune,&lt;br /&gt;By no means&lt;br /&gt;Rather like a buffoon;&lt;br /&gt;All's sweet in the hours now&lt;br /&gt;As the day is going out,&lt;br /&gt;We will manage somehow&lt;br /&gt;To write what this's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means&lt;br /&gt;The end of the story,&lt;br /&gt;By no means&lt;br /&gt;Another accusatory;&lt;br /&gt;Say just what you like and feel&lt;br /&gt;The rest comes naturally,&lt;br /&gt;Turning up the writer's wheel&lt;br /&gt;What you want to say or be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110130813937430144?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110130813937430144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110130813937430144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110130813937430144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110130813937430144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/by-no-means.html' title='By No Means'/><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-9190589.post-110127740603368018</id><published>2004-11-23T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:18:31.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Return Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/It&amp;#39;s%20Time%20to%20Return%20Home.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/It&amp;#39;s%20Time%20to%20Return%20Home.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garageband.com/play/song?|pe1|S8LTM0LdsaSkY1m_YW4"&gt;It's Time to Return Home&lt;/a&gt; (click on name to hear the song...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to return home&lt;br /&gt;After the long days strome,&lt;br /&gt;That has taken its great toll&lt;br /&gt;In every dual and each goal;&lt;br /&gt;The day has gone a while&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps tired and beguile,&lt;br /&gt;And thoughts nearly all lost &lt;br /&gt;That through the mind crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to find a road&lt;br /&gt;To mend each new commode,&lt;br /&gt;Some have though gotten lost&lt;br /&gt;That through here have crossed;&lt;br /&gt;The night is not behind&lt;br /&gt;You shall one day though find,&lt;br /&gt;What of importance there is&lt;br /&gt; And moments that you miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I say to rubicon&lt;br /&gt;To carry and function on&lt;br /&gt;The opportunities will come&lt;br /&gt;There can not be more um;&lt;br /&gt;The goals to keep on going&lt;br /&gt;The notion is just knowing.&lt;br /&gt;To have no fears to stay&lt;br /&gt;There comes another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110127740603368018?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110127740603368018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110127740603368018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110127740603368018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110127740603368018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-time-to-return-home_23.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Return Home'/><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-9190589.post-110126218343425148</id><published>2004-11-23T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T18:09:43.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Planet Are You From?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From the Sun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Of all your friends, you're the shining star.&lt;br /&gt;You're dramatic - loving attention and the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;You're a totally entertainer and the life of the party.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out! The Sun can be stubborn, demanding, and flirty.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a great leader and great friend. The very best!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/planetquiz.html"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110126218343425148?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110126218343425148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110126218343425148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110126218343425148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110126218343425148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-planet-are-you-from.html' title='What Planet Are You From?'/><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-9190589.post-110125912410149900</id><published>2004-11-23T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:00:54.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Reversed Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/In%20Reversed%20Moonlight.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/In%20Reversed%20Moonlight.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garageband.com/play/song?|pe1|S8LTM0LdsaSkY1m-ZWs"&gt;In Reversed Moonlight&lt;/a&gt; (click on name to hear the song in real audio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reversed moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Where memories get tossed,&lt;br /&gt;There is no wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Both somehow will be lost;&lt;br /&gt;Like night becomes a day&lt;br /&gt;And dark resolves in light,&lt;br /&gt;There comes another day&lt;br /&gt;As some have lost their flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments are so full&lt;br /&gt;Of emptiness and space,&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight often will pull&lt;br /&gt;In two reversed ways;&lt;br /&gt;You will not find your luck&lt;br /&gt;When mind is not set straight,&lt;br /&gt;Be for a long time in murk&lt;br /&gt;Till some there will abrogate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reversed moonlight&lt;br /&gt;You see things so differently,&lt;br /&gt;Like Icarus in his last flight&lt;br /&gt;Lost raptness to become free;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are in a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Shadows grow and glide,&lt;br /&gt;The question remains to be&lt;br /&gt;In a mood that will provide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110125912410149900?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110125912410149900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110125912410149900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110125912410149900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110125912410149900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-reversed-moonlight.html' title='In Reversed Moonlight'/><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-9190589.post-110120454730754314</id><published>2004-11-23T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T10:23:29.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming of The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Blooming%20of%20The%20Night.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Blooming%20of%20The%20Night.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blooming of The Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooming of the night&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in the daylight,&lt;br /&gt;Frost roses on a window&lt;br /&gt;In full moon they glow;&lt;br /&gt;In white and silver gray&lt;br /&gt;And flutter light they play,&lt;br /&gt;Each bouquet delegate&lt;br /&gt;That coldness only made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so roses fine&lt;br /&gt;Onward in darkness shine,&lt;br /&gt;Without the fragrances&lt;br /&gt;In beautiful ambiances;&lt;br /&gt;So graceful is your art&lt;br /&gt;That comes to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;With windy argent linings&lt;br /&gt;In every frost awakenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooming of the night&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold them tight,&lt;br /&gt;With daybreak they will go&lt;br /&gt;These sculptures of snow;&lt;br /&gt;The blossom colossal white&lt;br /&gt;These beauties of the night,&lt;br /&gt;In innocent they spark&lt;br /&gt;The silvers of the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110120454730754314?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110120454730754314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110120454730754314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110120454730754314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110120454730754314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/blooming-of-night.html' title='Blooming of The Night'/><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-9190589.post-110120449686668438</id><published>2004-11-23T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T09:55:54.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lull Me To Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Lull%20Me%20To%20Sleep.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Lull%20Me%20To%20Sleep.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lull Me To Sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lull me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Outside is winter dark,&lt;br /&gt;Help me dreams to keep&lt;br /&gt;So they may later spark;&lt;br /&gt;Day is so sleepy now&lt;br /&gt;Under this sully sky,&lt;br /&gt;Gladness it disavow&lt;br /&gt;Till spring will revivify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lull me with your wings&lt;br /&gt;Into your night fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;Moon to the sun sings&lt;br /&gt;Of what I might there see;&lt;br /&gt;Turning away from reality&lt;br /&gt;Finding a way unknown,&lt;br /&gt;What shall there be shall be&lt;br /&gt;Under this night gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lull me to new dreams&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know before,&lt;br /&gt;Magical all of it seems&lt;br /&gt;Opening a dream door;&lt;br /&gt;Restless are all longings&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating and waiting,&lt;br /&gt;To and fro in moody swings&lt;br /&gt;Each our dream is dating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110120449686668438?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110120449686668438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110120449686668438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110120449686668438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110120449686668438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/lull-me-to-sleep.html' title='Lull Me To Sleep'/><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-9190589.post-110119417262599706</id><published>2004-11-22T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:58:14.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Alexander.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Alexander.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garageband.com/play/song?|pe1|S8LTM0LdsaSkY1mwYWg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alexander&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (click on name to hear the song in real audio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is time today,&lt;br /&gt;Where will we go tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;What is in fate's way,&lt;br /&gt;Will there be joy or sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Why have you come this far,&lt;br /&gt;What is it all then for?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a wishing star,&lt;br /&gt;For love and something more?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's fool am I,&lt;br /&gt;I will just follow the road,&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Floating with lofty load.&lt;br /&gt;Time is for everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Giving and taking some,&lt;br /&gt;For it will soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;Just like this summer bosom.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it all like this,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to show?&lt;br /&gt;Is life just merely a wish,&lt;br /&gt;Memories autumnal glow?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110119417262599706?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110119417262599706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110119417262599706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110119417262599706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110119417262599706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/alexander.html' title='Alexander'/><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-9190589.post-110115459105437198</id><published>2004-11-22T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T12:35:03.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Those Who Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/To%20All%20Those%20Who%20Try.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/To%20All%20Those%20Who%20Try.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To All Those Who Try&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who try&lt;br /&gt;To give what they know,&lt;br /&gt;For time flies by&lt;br /&gt;Through winter's snow;&lt;br /&gt;Each heart is with a wish&lt;br /&gt;For things to come,&lt;br /&gt;And what we accomplish&lt;br /&gt;May be of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I learn&lt;br /&gt;From each others way,&lt;br /&gt;And luck may return&lt;br /&gt;And injustice inveigh;&lt;br /&gt;We have no clues&lt;br /&gt;Where future's going,&lt;br /&gt;Some do diffuse&lt;br /&gt;Without us knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who stand&lt;br /&gt;By what they do,&lt;br /&gt;We must understand&lt;br /&gt;What old is and new;&lt;br /&gt;In a way like before&lt;br /&gt;When days were long,&lt;br /&gt;If a heart's at war&lt;br /&gt;So much can go wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110115459105437198?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110115459105437198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110115459105437198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110115459105437198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110115459105437198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-all-those-who-try.html' title='To All Those Who Try'/><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-9190589.post-110114858911820801</id><published>2004-11-22T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T12:43:10.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Songs for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Love%20Songs%20for%20Life.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Love%20Songs%20for%20Life.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Songs for Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs for life&lt;br /&gt;Is all I can say,&lt;br /&gt;They are no lies&lt;br /&gt;Coming your way;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are there &lt;br /&gt;For the world to feel,&lt;br /&gt;Deep roots to share&lt;br /&gt;Everything is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs for life&lt;br /&gt;From one man to give,&lt;br /&gt;Here to actualize&lt;br /&gt;Personal afflictive;&lt;br /&gt;My songs and affair&lt;br /&gt;From under cartwheel,&lt;br /&gt;Up close and bare&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to conceal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs for life&lt;br /&gt;Mending each heart,&lt;br /&gt;And to sensualize&lt;br /&gt;What can be impart;&lt;br /&gt;Be therefore aware &lt;br /&gt;Some don't appeal,&lt;br /&gt;The truth and solitaire&lt;br /&gt;You'll find in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs for life&lt;br /&gt;Dust of time and hey,&lt;br /&gt;Dark and morning skies&lt;br /&gt;Give or take resume;&lt;br /&gt;Anything and all&lt;br /&gt;That you can't hear,&lt;br /&gt;When feelings call&lt;br /&gt;Close and very near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs for life&lt;br /&gt;Hours to fulfill,&lt;br /&gt;Lowness and the highs&lt;br /&gt;When the heart's still;&lt;br /&gt;Anything from a fall&lt;br /&gt;Or a summer's day,&lt;br /&gt;In winter's confrontal&lt;br /&gt;And won't go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110114858911820801?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110114858911820801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110114858911820801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110114858911820801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110114858911820801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/love-songs-for-life.html' title='Love Songs for Life'/><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-9190589.post-110110899355882127</id><published>2004-11-21T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T23:57:03.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Night%20Day.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Night%20Day.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Night Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time is night day&lt;br /&gt;Though anything will go around,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something comes this way&lt;br /&gt;That hasn't yet been nowhere found;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time is lonely too&lt;br /&gt;With not much to do or go,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just up to you&lt;br /&gt;If you feel your time in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we go together -&lt;br /&gt;Need to take in count the weather,&lt;br /&gt;Just to become traveling free&lt;br /&gt;And so we have a chance to see;&lt;br /&gt;What is really out there at all&lt;br /&gt;In this forsaken cold winter's fall,&lt;br /&gt;You and I in need for more&lt;br /&gt;These times are not secure as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the time is forward on&lt;br /&gt;Feelings cold and quarrelsome,&lt;br /&gt;Before long this maybe gone&lt;br /&gt;For the spring again will come;&lt;br /&gt;Though the days are frosty now&lt;br /&gt;All is rather beautiful out there,&lt;br /&gt;Snow weighting swinging bough&lt;br /&gt;With freshness of winter's air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110110899355882127?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110110899355882127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110110899355882127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110110899355882127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110110899355882127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/night-day.html' title='Night Day'/><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-9190589.post-110109886591975494</id><published>2004-11-21T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:04:05.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Winter&amp;#39;s%20Heart.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Winter&amp;#39;s%20Heart.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Winter's Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from winter's heart&lt;br /&gt;Each new northern light,&lt;br /&gt;Starry dreams won't depart&lt;br /&gt;Into the lonesome night;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have dreams:&lt;br /&gt;Sharing peace on this earth,&lt;br /&gt;Though in twilight now seems&lt;br /&gt;All we thought its worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from winter's night&lt;br /&gt;Those that now carry on,&lt;br /&gt;Moments wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;Till the hours are gone;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;For every little occasion,&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy shadows in hide&lt;br /&gt;Till their rising invasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's winter's song&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds of darkish mist,&lt;br /&gt;Into the noon they belong&lt;br /&gt;Until their fume's dismissed;&lt;br /&gt;The hour and minutes go&lt;br /&gt;From here on to all eternity, &lt;br /&gt;The distances of them grow&lt;br /&gt;Until they are once more free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110109886591975494?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110109886591975494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110109886591975494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110109886591975494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110109886591975494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/winters-heart.html' title='Winter&apos;s Heart'/><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-9190589.post-110109062031839707</id><published>2004-11-21T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:31:50.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyage to Nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Voyage%20to%20Nowhere.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Voyage%20to%20Nowhere.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voyage to Nowhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we go along&lt;br /&gt;There will come a different song,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says so, - incognito!&lt;br /&gt;Move around and there we go;&lt;br /&gt;On a Voyage to Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;It's either here or there,&lt;br /&gt;Or most of all it's nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Though we go from there to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we are right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;We just have to get along,&lt;br /&gt;All is really always the same&lt;br /&gt;In this going on and on game:&lt;br /&gt;On a Voyage to Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Where we need to give and share,&lt;br /&gt;Most of all to everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it through the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every time you are strong&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's to a different song,&lt;br /&gt;You may end up in one way&lt;br /&gt;With some tempt in disarray;&lt;br /&gt;On a Voyage to Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Each must specially be debonair,&lt;br /&gt;Or most of all, stand foursquare&lt;br /&gt;In Voyages through the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110109062031839707?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110109062031839707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110109062031839707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110109062031839707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110109062031839707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/voyage-to-nowhere.html' title='Voyage to Nowhere'/><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-9190589.post-110105835021596709</id><published>2004-11-21T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T09:37:02.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Occasional Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Occasional%20Voices.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Occasional%20Voices.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Occasional Voices&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are occasional voices&lt;br /&gt;Some songs we hear again,&lt;br /&gt;Mindful in returning leases&lt;br /&gt;With everything they entertain;&lt;br /&gt;All are songs for the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Giving as much as they can,&lt;br /&gt;To sorrow's countermeasure&lt;br /&gt;And to the end of each span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring and summer are there&lt;br /&gt;With the love inside singing,&lt;br /&gt;Voice that the hearts share&lt;br /&gt;When they're feelings bringing; &lt;br /&gt;Understanding at every time&lt;br /&gt;What it is all in there about,&lt;br /&gt;When tones ascending climb&lt;br /&gt;From occasions and blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasional voices we'll hear&lt;br /&gt;When no sounds are skipping,&lt;br /&gt;The sky out there is all clear&lt;br /&gt;With its enchantments gripping;&lt;br /&gt;We have some songs for all&lt;br /&gt;And they come near and deep,&lt;br /&gt;In each palliated shading fall&lt;br /&gt;That is close around to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is on an onward mission&lt;br /&gt;To bring fully the peace in,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful and with precision&lt;br /&gt;War twilights will take a spin;&lt;br /&gt;All is the same from yesteryear&lt;br /&gt;There isn't reasons for otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and take care&lt;br /&gt;Besom away the stained lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110105835021596709?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110105835021596709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110105835021596709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110105835021596709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110105835021596709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/occasional-voices.html' title='Occasional Voices'/><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-9190589.post-110098049857660757</id><published>2004-11-20T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T13:00:09.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Golden Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/To%20The%20Golden%20Fall.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/To%20The%20Golden%20Fall.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To The Golden Fall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the golden fall&lt;br /&gt;When summer songs are full,&lt;br /&gt;Upon you I now call&lt;br /&gt;For winter moods are dull;&lt;br /&gt;Each hour is lived in dim&lt;br /&gt;And some in blackish gray,&lt;br /&gt;The wintry whimsy whim&lt;br /&gt;Belongs to this frosty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To each the bloom I knew&lt;br /&gt;When summer was young,&lt;br /&gt;I want my thoughts renew&lt;br /&gt;And carry with me along;&lt;br /&gt;For I am now in the cold&lt;br /&gt;And feeling rather lonesome,&lt;br /&gt;No bouquets there to hold&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the golden shades&lt;br /&gt;The leaves grow to be old,&lt;br /&gt;Like memories away fades&lt;br /&gt;Becoming an aged household;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next of spring&lt;br /&gt;Each dreaming is wintry,&lt;br /&gt;For then we will again sing&lt;br /&gt;Get to be careless free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110098049857660757?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110098049857660757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110098049857660757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110098049857660757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110098049857660757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-golden-fall.html' title='To The Golden Fall'/><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-9190589.post-110090980499066312</id><published>2004-11-19T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T16:24:56.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Day is Deeper Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Each%20Day%20is%20Deeper%20Still.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Each%20Day%20is%20Deeper%20Still.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Each Day is Deeper Still&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is deeper still&lt;br /&gt;With promises to fill,&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing is there in&lt;br /&gt;Except for a twilight spin;&lt;br /&gt;That give a way to deep&lt;br /&gt;When shadows to you creep,&lt;br /&gt;The winter is so dark&lt;br /&gt;That light must stop and hark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have not found a way&lt;br /&gt;To warmer sun that bless,&lt;br /&gt;Though here's brighter day&lt;br /&gt;That with you will caress;&lt;br /&gt;For night is still out there&lt;br /&gt;With all the shadows on,&lt;br /&gt;This is a dusky time's year&lt;br /&gt;Where flicking light will run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is deeper still&lt;br /&gt;Then those you knew before,&lt;br /&gt;And moon is over the hill&lt;br /&gt;To give a ravens score;&lt;br /&gt;The aura's full of hollow&lt;br /&gt;With air that climps to top,&lt;br /&gt;Before daybreak's airflow&lt;br /&gt;That every shadow's stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110090980499066312?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110090980499066312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110090980499066312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110090980499066312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110090980499066312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/each-day-is-deeper-still.html' title='Each Day is Deeper Still'/><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-9190589.post-110089271252204665</id><published>2004-11-19T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:13:17.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Altered Midnights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Altered%20Midnights.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Altered%20Midnights.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Altered Midnights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In altered midnights states of dream,&lt;br /&gt;Where all of reality in tranquility seem;&lt;br /&gt;The roads form nowhere leads to you,&lt;br /&gt;Like forward light reaching out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;These dreams are to have close at hand,&lt;br /&gt;So you can comprehend and understand;&lt;br /&gt;For love songs are in so dissimilar ways,&lt;br /&gt;Like nights are many as the different days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In altered states where the mind floats free,&lt;br /&gt;And everything is what the inner eye see;&lt;br /&gt;And you and I have not materialized,&lt;br /&gt;For the world reality is all in disguised.&lt;br /&gt;The stage we live on has nowhere to grip,&lt;br /&gt;It is all a mysterious round and round trip;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps us moving forward or so it seems,&lt;br /&gt;For all reality is only in our own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes and goes through our vision,&lt;br /&gt;May really be only in perspective precision;&lt;br /&gt;Both night and the day of which is the two,&lt;br /&gt;Where will we have what really is true.&lt;br /&gt;Can we understand if dream is just a dream,&lt;br /&gt;What if all that is real is only in the deem;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering ways are like altered midnights,&lt;br /&gt;We see what's perspective through the lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110089271252204665?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110089271252204665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110089271252204665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110089271252204665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110089271252204665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/altered-midnights.html' title='Altered Midnights'/><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-9190589.post-110085252347784884</id><published>2004-11-19T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T10:58:30.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Energetic Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Energetic%20Winter.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Energetic%20Winter.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Energetic Winter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic Winter with clouds of the open sky,&lt;br /&gt;You have love of the frost and cold;&lt;br /&gt;There are songs with reasons you can try,&lt;br /&gt;But never will there be a premature hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic winter - energetic winter with a song of the cold,&lt;br /&gt;You have black nights in your holdings - never lost;&lt;br /&gt;Every sully cloudy morning that eternity will hold,&lt;br /&gt;Shall be yours with each more forsaken frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the twilight as the night becomes too dark,&lt;br /&gt;Every day of autumn will be into deep gone;&lt;br /&gt;On every lighter aspect you'll set your watermark,&lt;br /&gt;Till the dark is darker and the day foredone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic Winter with the darkness sky,&lt;br /&gt;The days are sleeping behind clouds of gray;&lt;br /&gt;Each footstep in the dark you will intensify,&lt;br /&gt;Until spring comes again down the alleyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the twilight as the night becomes too dark,&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs so moody with the meadow lark;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic Winter with clouds of the open sky,&lt;br /&gt;Each footstep in the dark you will intensify.&lt;br /&gt;- Each footstep in the dark you will intensify!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110085252347784884?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110085252347784884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110085252347784884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110085252347784884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110085252347784884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/energetic-winter.html' title='Energetic Winter'/><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-9190589.post-110084446564143144</id><published>2004-11-18T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T09:06:33.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Nectarine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Virtual%20Nectarine.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Virtual%20Nectarine.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virtual Nectarine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtual Nectarine -&lt;br /&gt;It is so much like this:&lt;br /&gt;Hard medicine to define,&lt;br /&gt;To take not away the bliss!&lt;br /&gt;You have it inside of you,&lt;br /&gt;To never miss an opportunity;&lt;br /&gt;To find if it's therefore true,&lt;br /&gt;And if it makes you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtual is a sensing word&lt;br /&gt;And within your own space,&lt;br /&gt;Like phantom lying bird&lt;br /&gt;That nowhere for long stays;&lt;br /&gt;These are times so strange&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been done before,&lt;br /&gt;Two and two combat brains&lt;br /&gt;None of the others sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtual Nectarine -&lt;br /&gt;Like shooting out of a gun:&lt;br /&gt;The strangeness in between,&lt;br /&gt;So much complex and fun!&lt;br /&gt;But is it so for everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Where life is mere a blink;&lt;br /&gt;Who has a trophy - won!&lt;br /&gt;A sportsman with a clink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110084446564143144?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110084446564143144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110084446564143144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110084446564143144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110084446564143144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/virtual-nectarine.html' title='Virtual Nectarine'/><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-9190589.post-110083985844384003</id><published>2004-11-18T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T08:54:36.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This or That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/This%20or%20That.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/This%20or%20That.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This or That&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a gift&lt;br /&gt;With promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;Life to give and uplift&lt;br /&gt;The coming of the deep;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is for real&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't for all,&lt;br /&gt;It must have the feel&lt;br /&gt;To make the first call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a heart&lt;br /&gt;To find a different way,&lt;br /&gt;There must be a start&lt;br /&gt;To find the new day;&lt;br /&gt;Let songs be the truth&lt;br /&gt;In what you have to say,&lt;br /&gt;In all there's youth&lt;br /&gt;To make a while play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a reason&lt;br /&gt;For anything apropos,&lt;br /&gt;And playing to a season&lt;br /&gt;That makes us grow;&lt;br /&gt;All is in the life&lt;br /&gt;We are giving here,&lt;br /&gt;The battle and the strife&lt;br /&gt;That we all must share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or that&lt;br /&gt;With promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;This or that&lt;br /&gt;To wake you from your sleep!&lt;br /&gt;We have a heart&lt;br /&gt;To find a different way,&lt;br /&gt;There must be a start&lt;br /&gt;To find the new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110083985844384003?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110083985844384003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110083985844384003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110083985844384003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110083985844384003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-or-that.html' title='This or That'/><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-9190589.post-110082265041840499</id><published>2004-11-18T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:39:30.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unseen Paths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Unseen%20Paths.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Unseen%20Paths.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unseen Paths&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unseen paths&lt;br /&gt;To roadways thereon,&lt;br /&gt;After the aftermaths&lt;br /&gt;Of life's autobahn;&lt;br /&gt;Sick sack and crossing&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in the drifting,&lt;br /&gt;Where fumes are embossing&lt;br /&gt;The air uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I still&lt;br /&gt;Feeling and knowing,&lt;br /&gt;The leaf and axil&lt;br /&gt;Unknown that's glowing;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams in the ways&lt;br /&gt;Gasping and lofty,&lt;br /&gt;Near to new days&lt;br /&gt;So fluffy and softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unseen paths&lt;br /&gt;What is out there,&lt;br /&gt;Strangely birdbaths&lt;br /&gt;In concessionaire;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning to cloudlets&lt;br /&gt;In the deep sky,&lt;br /&gt;There are some alternates&lt;br /&gt;Still need to codify.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110082265041840499?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110082265041840499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110082265041840499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110082265041840499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110082265041840499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/unseen-paths.html' title='Unseen Paths'/><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-9190589.post-110082123715740484</id><published>2004-11-18T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:45:42.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radical Recollections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Radical%20Recollections.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Radical%20Recollections.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Radical Recollections&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radical recollections&lt;br /&gt;Each from a winter's name,&lt;br /&gt;Forward to shady directions&lt;br /&gt;Never to be the same;&lt;br /&gt;Summer and winter alike&lt;br /&gt;Each of opposite way,&lt;br /&gt;Within pleasures can strike&lt;br /&gt;What will become of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrasting moods to play&lt;br /&gt;All is forever or nothing,&lt;br /&gt;What will go on or not stay&lt;br /&gt;To every day it's bluffing;&lt;br /&gt;When there's frost out there&lt;br /&gt;You will just feel the cold,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing together to share&lt;br /&gt;The mood can't ease unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radical but going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Like a flame that burns out,&lt;br /&gt;We have something next to ware&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing what it's about;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting with some could outside&lt;br /&gt;Mist from twilight in the night,&lt;br /&gt;Where the shadows dimly hide&lt;br /&gt;For dawn takes another dark flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110082123715740484?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110082123715740484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110082123715740484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110082123715740484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110082123715740484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/radical-recollections.html' title='Radical Recollections'/><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-9190589.post-110063124209105341</id><published>2004-11-16T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:28:17.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Winter Outside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter outside&lt;br /&gt;Now autumn is gone,&lt;br /&gt;The shadows abide&lt;br /&gt;And blooming are done;&lt;br /&gt;What is it worth&lt;br /&gt;This dark loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;That now gives its birth&lt;br /&gt;Right in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is allied&lt;br /&gt;In this aeon,&lt;br /&gt;Dark almond-eyed&lt;br /&gt;To earth overdrawn;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in dearth&lt;br /&gt;Falling oblivious,&lt;br /&gt;What might be worth&lt;br /&gt;In dark deep fathomless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter outside&lt;br /&gt;With frost hereupon,&lt;br /&gt;The rows alongside&lt;br /&gt;In cold ties liaison;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is in peace&lt;br /&gt;With stillness out there,&lt;br /&gt;Heavy are trees&lt;br /&gt;Snow burden they share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190589-110063124209105341?l=lead-sheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/feeds/110063124209105341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190589&amp;postID=110063124209105341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110063124209105341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190589/posts/default/110063124209105341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lead-sheets.blogspot.com/2004/11/winter-outside.html' title='Winter Outside'/><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></feed>
