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					<title>Why it&apos;s fun to be a Pirate</title>
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					<description>All of my friends are pirates. I found this out while hanging out at a party the other night.  Of all my friends, I have exactly two that don&apos;t steal (aka pirate) music in one way or the other.  I still don&apos;t know how I feel about pirating music, but I do know that it&apos;s a big part of how the band makes money so we can keep making music. Interestingly enough, not a single one of my friends have pirated Watching Judas&apos; music, or the music of any indie band they&apos;ve seen in concert.   So how about you? Do you burn copies of CD&apos;s for your friends? If you do, why do you do it? No judgments here- just would love to understand : )   </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">All of my friends are pirates. I found this out while hanging out at a party the other night.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Of all my friends, I have exactly two that don't steal (aka pirate) music in one way or the other.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I still don't know how I feel about pirating music, but I do know that it's a big part of how the band makes money so we can keep making music. Interestingly enough, not a single one of my friends have pirated Watching Judas' music, or the music of any indie band they've seen in concert. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">So how about you? Do you burn copies of CD's for your friends? If you do, why do you do it? No judgments here- just would love to understand : ) </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-870252563433740393?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 20:40:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Random facts you didn&apos;t know about (and don&apos;t care about either)</title>
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					<description>1. Christian is responsible for stringing several thousand yards of lights and greenery in downtown St. Charles each christmas. He does it during our christmas break each year.  2. Paul would love to pursue a career in music therapy someday.  3. Dustin Shapiro isn&apos;t Italian like most people assume- he&apos;s Jewish.   4. Eric has released 2 solo piano christmas albums before he was 17.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">1. Christian is responsible for stringing several thousand yards of lights and greenery in downtown St. Charles each christmas. He does it during our christmas break each year.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">2. Paul would love to pursue a career in music therapy someday.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">3. Dustin Shapiro isn't Italian like most people assume- he's Jewish. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">4. Eric has released 2 solo piano christmas albums before he was 17.</p><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-9207975536099524446?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 20:40:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Make it a Small</title>
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					<description>It took me forever to figure out that people almost never remember the biggest things in their lives. I know I don&apos;t.  The big deals never seem to impact us proportionally. I guess it&apos;s because we&apos;re rarely able to connect emotionally to large events in our lives. I can&apos;t attach emotionally to hearing about cancer research, but I can when I hear my father has prostate cancer.  Maybe that&apos;s why I tend to write about the small things in life; the specifics. They symbolize bigger, more intangible emotions that are too vague to describe in a paragraph.   My hope is that next time you do the mundane, you take time look at the small things as significant. </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">It took me forever to figure out that people almost never remember the biggest things in their lives. I know I don't.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The big deals never seem to impact us proportionally. I guess it's because we're rarely able to connect emotionally to large events in our lives. I can't attach emotionally to hearing about cancer research, but I can when I hear my father has prostate cancer.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Maybe that's why I tend to write about the small things in life; the specifics. They symbolize bigger, more intangible emotions that are too vague to describe in a paragraph. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">My hope is that next time you do the mundane, you take time look at the small things as significant. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-6456931288519389606?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2010 20:39:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>If you want something over-simplified, you have to do it yourself.</title>
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					<description>At least, that&apos;s the motto of this website. I think I could have skipped philosphy class if I&apos;d just read this: http://www.btinternet.com/~glynhughes/squashed/</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[At least, that's the motto of this website. I think I could have skipped philosphy class if I'd just read this: <div><br /></div><div>http://www.btinternet.com/~glynhughes/squashed/</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-120204008423915315?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 22:04:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Sea Chanties and Stage Dives</title>
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					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TI6eDC7CbEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0uqQ1Cijry0/s1600/images-1.jpeg&quot;&gt;I just was given a concertina. It looks a like this: It&apos;s a fascinating little instrument. Somewhere between a harmonica and an accordion. I fell like it&apos;s already a fiesty little brother, just begging to be played with. Somehow, I can almost feel the sea breeze streaming through my hair when I pump its bellows. Here&apos;s someone that actually knows what they&apos;re doing with one:</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TI6eDC7CbEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0uqQ1Cijry0/s1600/images-1.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TI6eDC7CbEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0uqQ1Cijry0/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516520368736726082" /></a><br />I just was given a concertina. It looks a like this: <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's a fascinating little instrument. Somewhere between a harmonica and an accordion. I fell like it's already a fiesty little brother, just begging to be played with. Somehow, I can almost feel the sea breeze streaming through my hair when I pump its bellows. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's someone that actually knows what they're doing with one:</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgLUEuY7qn0?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgLUEuY7qn0?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-6844802730925852665?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 02:42:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Ironic</title>
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					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TI6arGFN2gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2OXmq1OfspM/s1600/images.jpeg&quot;&gt;One word- ironic.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TI6arGFN2gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2OXmq1OfspM/s1600/images.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TI6arGFN2gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2OXmq1OfspM/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516516658732980738" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>One word- ironic.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-4766051184531375837?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2010 02:36:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Lyrics to Mood Ring</title>
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					<description>Here&apos;s the lyrics to Mood RingMood RingIf I was funnyIf you were charmingIf we lacked nothing but youth and beautyWe&apos;re still frail and fleetingAs morning dewWe fell so hard, so don&apos;t blame meI&apos;m just trying to change the color of your mood ring The summer of 67&apos;A smokey drag, a voice from heavenMade me think, that you and mebe alrightNow you protestmy snoring habitAnd you swear that the day we got cable was one of your happiestWhen your mother callsYou lie and say your just fineThe father, Son, and Holy folks, The Beatles took their message to their graves Suburbia takes, Suburbia kills, its name be praisedAnd I feel so stuck hereWhen you said that You&apos;d sold your recordsI knew now for sure we had nothing to keep us togetherI sat aloneOn the basement stepsand criedWith the windows downAnd the radio onThe Oldies station&apos;s cranking out a stagnant songThe wind keeps rushing through the darknessas I go numb.The wind keeps rushing through the blacknessas I go numb.We fell so hard, so don&apos;t blame meI&apos;m just trying to change the color of your mood ring </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Here's the lyrics to Mood Ring</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><b><br /></b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><b>Mood Ring</b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><b><br /></b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">If I was funny</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">If you were charming</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">If we lacked nothing but youth and beauty</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">We're still frail and fleeting</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">As morning dew</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">We fell so hard, so don't blame me</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">I'm just trying to change the color of your mood ring </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">The summer of 67'</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">A smokey drag, a voice from heaven</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Made me think, that you and me</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">be alright</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Now you protest</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">my snoring habit</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">And you swear that the day we got cable was one of your happiest</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">When your mother calls</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">You lie and say your just fine</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">The father, Son, and Holy folks, </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">The Beatles took their message to their graves </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Suburbia takes, Suburbia kills, its name be praised</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">And I feel so stuck here</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">When you said that </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">You'd sold your records</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">I knew now for sure we had nothing to keep us together</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">I sat alone</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">On the basement steps</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">and cried</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">With the windows down</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">And the radio on</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">The Oldies station's cranking out a stagnant song</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">The wind keeps rushing through the darkness</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">as I go numb.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">The wind keeps rushing through the blackness</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">as I go numb.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">We fell so hard, so don't blame me</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">I'm just trying to change the color of your mood ring </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-8520433722882241922?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 21:59:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Lyrics to We Are Astro-Nots</title>
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					<description>Several people have wanted the lyrics to the two new tracks on our latest CD- here they are:We Are Astro-notsWe are the Astro-nots High up in the sky Look at our spaceship Look how high it flies  We know we may crash and die But that&apos;s all right  We are the Astro-nots Oh look and see We can fly higher  Than a man on a trapeze  Watch us fall to the earth with the stars Oh Astro-nots We&apos;ve come so far</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Several people have wanted the lyrics to the two new tracks on our latest CD- here they are:<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "><b>We Are Astro-nots</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We are the Astro-nots</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">High up in the sky</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Look at our spaceship</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Look how high it flies</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We know we may crash and die</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">But that's all right</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We are the Astro-nots</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Oh look and see</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We can fly higher </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Than a man on a trapeze</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Watch us fall to the earth with the stars</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Oh Astro-nots</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We've come so far</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><b><br /></b></p><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-6994378011100135024?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 21:54:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>FIRE!</title>
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					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGxvgBu3uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4gPOzBcso_0/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-29+at+11.48.14+AM.png&quot;&gt;I would pay to see someone actually do this.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGxvgBu3uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4gPOzBcso_0/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-29+at+11.48.14+AM.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGxvgBu3uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4gPOzBcso_0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-07-29+at+11.48.14+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499372049605254882" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I would pay to see someone actually do this.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-5472537300135269823?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 21:44:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>The Edge and Beyond</title>
					<link>http://watchingjudas.com/blog.cfm?feature=1284167&amp;postid=387570</link>
					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGsjcbtvpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Oj9rdzvO3U0/s1600/cfiles12250.jpg&quot;&gt;I don&apos;t think I could ever have a house by the ocean. I&apos;d spend the rest of my life staring out to sea.Something about the sea makes me restless. It makes me yearn for something I can&apos;t express. I just feel a longing to be swallowed up by it. The immensity of it impossible. It takes up too much space. My brain computes, overloads, and I am reduced to sitting for hours, straining to find the edge of its dark endlessness. Perhaps the reason I write music is because I can&apos;t find a way to express what I feel here, and until I do I&apos;m going to keep trying. I feel like a child throwing stones into the water, hoping to fill up the ocean. Like a foolish child, I&apos;m going to continue. </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGsjcbtvpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Oj9rdzvO3U0/s1600/cfiles12250.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGsjcbtvpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Oj9rdzvO3U0/s400/cfiles12250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499366344923922066" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I don't think I could ever have a house by the ocean. I'd spend the rest of my life staring out to sea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Something about the sea makes me restless. It makes me yearn for something I can't express. I just feel a longing to be swallowed up by it. The immensity of it impossible. It takes up too much space. My brain computes, overloads, and I am reduced to sitting for hours, straining to find the edge of its dark endlessness. </div><div><br /></div><div>Perhaps the reason I write music is because I can't find a way to express what I feel here, and until I do I'm going to keep trying. I feel like a child throwing stones into the water, hoping to fill up the ocean. Like a foolish child, I'm going to continue. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-3234998438913830322?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2010 21:27:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Darth Vader&apos;s Shrine</title>
					<link>http://watchingjudas.com/blog.cfm?feature=1284167&amp;postid=385707</link>
					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGrsHP3D2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-yNBNEV3UCU/s1600/Darth_Vader_Memorial.jpg&quot;&gt;An ancient shrine to Darth Vader from the 1600&apos;s. They weren&apos;t kidding when they say a long time ago . . . </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGrsHP3D2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-yNBNEV3UCU/s1600/Darth_Vader_Memorial.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGrsHP3D2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-yNBNEV3UCU/s400/Darth_Vader_Memorial.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499365394344251234" /></a><br /><br /><div>An ancient shrine to Darth Vader from the 1600's. They weren't kidding when they say a long time ago . . . <div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-2796139543792543174?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 21:23:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Acoustic CD</title>
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					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGoQWO6l1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qsMiEHCMio4/s1600/WJ+Acoustic+Album+Cover.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGoQWO6l1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qsMiEHCMio4/s1600/WJ+Acoustic+Album+Cover.jpg&quot;&gt;We&apos;re so incredibly pumped about this new CD! Here&apos;s some fun tid-bits about some of the songs on the album:? More Than a Little Scared was written about a really bad date Eric went on, as part of a drama exercise for a play. ? Wig Wam Hotel was written after seeing a documentary about the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.galerie-kokopelli.com/wigwam/&quot;&gt;Wig Wam Motel in Holbrook, AZ.? Worlds All Your Own is about a real coffeehouse in downtown St. Charles, and an experience Eric had with a few random patrons.? Jane Fights Back is about a brilliant piano student of Eric&apos;s that struggled with severe paranoid schizophrenia. ? The new song Mood Ring was inspired by a really cheesy rap song, heard while randomly tuning through the radio stations on a roadtrip. ? We Are Astro-Nots is the only song Watching Judas has ever written together as a band. Christian is the author of the lyrics, which he came up with in less than 3 minutes.Please support the band, and buy a copy today at our &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.watchingjudas.com/store&quot;&gt;online merch store.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGoQWO6l1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qsMiEHCMio4/s1600/WJ+Acoustic+Album+Cover.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGoQWO6l1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qsMiEHCMio4/s400/WJ+Acoustic+Album+Cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499361618795599698" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGoQWO6l1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qsMiEHCMio4/s1600/WJ+Acoustic+Album+Cover.jpg"></a>We're so incredibly pumped about this new CD! Here's some fun tid-bits about some of the songs on the album:</div><div><br /></div><div>? More Than a Little Scared was written about a really bad date Eric went on, as part of a drama exercise for a play. </div><div><br /></div><div>? Wig Wam Hotel was written after seeing a documentary about the <a href="http://www.galerie-kokopelli.com/wigwam/">Wig Wam Motel</a> in Holbrook, AZ.</div><div><br /></div><div>? Worlds All Your Own is about a real coffeehouse in downtown St. Charles, and an experience Eric had with a few random patrons.</div><div><br /></div><div>? Jane Fights Back is about a brilliant piano student of Eric's that struggled with severe paranoid schizophrenia. </div><div><br /></div><div>? The new song Mood Ring was inspired by a really cheesy rap song, heard while randomly tuning through the radio stations on a roadtrip. </div><div><br /></div><div>? We Are Astro-Nots is the only song Watching Judas has ever written together as a band. Christian is the author of the lyrics, which he came up with in less than 3 minutes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please support the band, and buy a copy today at our <a href="http://www.watchingjudas.com/store">online merch store.</a></div><div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-5687116077244304548?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 21:11:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Interview with Edward Cullen</title>
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					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGlQCL3NfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/E2ejgnzphX0/s1600/edward-cullen-robert-pattinson.jpg&quot;&gt;Warning: if you&apos;re an Edward Cullen fan, this will fictional interview will probably offend you. Eric: Can I get you something to drink before we get started?Edward: Non-fat organic blood of a pig. Eric: Do you think that being a vampire has affected your relationships?Edward: Undoubtedly. But when you&apos;re incredibly hot and over-paid . . . (nudge, nudge) Eh? Eh? Eric: (Adjusts in chair to out of reach of Edward) I see. So what do you have to do for fun?Edward: Sparkle. And look cool on my motorcycles. Eric: Any advice to aspiring vampires? Edward: Sparkle. Eric: Who would you call your closest friends? Edward: Me.Eric: How do you fix your hair if you can&apos;t see yourself in a mirror?Edward: I . . . we . . . hmmm. Eric: Before we go, could you smile so we can see those pointy teeth of yours?Edward: Can&apos;t. My contract says it. </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGlQCL3NfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/E2ejgnzphX0/s1600/edward-cullen-robert-pattinson.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGlQCL3NfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/E2ejgnzphX0/s320/edward-cullen-robert-pattinson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499358314879202802" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Warning: if you're an Edward Cullen fan, this will fictional interview will probably offend you. </div><div><br /></div><div>Eric: Can I get you something to drink before we get started?</div><div><br /></div><div>Edward: Non-fat organic blood of a pig. </div><div><br /></div><div>Eric: Do you think that being a vampire has affected your relationships?</div><div><br /></div><div>Edward: Undoubtedly. But when you're incredibly hot and over-paid . . . (nudge, nudge) Eh? Eh? </div><div><br /></div><div>Eric: (Adjusts in chair to out of reach of Edward) I see. So what do you have to do for fun?</div><div><br /></div><div>Edward: Sparkle. And look cool on my motorcycles. </div><div><br /></div><div>Eric: Any advice to aspiring vampires? </div><div><br /></div><div>Edward: Sparkle. </div><div><br /></div><div>Eric: Who would you call your closest friends? </div><div><br /></div><div>Edward: Me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Eric: How do you fix your hair if you can't see yourself in a mirror?</div><div><br /></div><div>Edward: I . . . we . . . hmmm. </div><div><br /></div><div>Eric: Before we go, could you smile so we can see those pointy teeth of yours?</div><div><br /></div><div>Edward: Can't. My contract says it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-5516462215479543460?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 20:58:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Stepford Life</title>
					<link>http://watchingjudas.com/blog.cfm?feature=1284167&amp;postid=376040</link>
					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGiAEMU8SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_YPb09UdyYw/s1600/Stepford23.jpg.bmp&quot;&gt;If you ever want to watch a really bizarre movie, watch the 1975 version of Stepford Wives is top of my list. There&apos;s just something creepy about blending suburban lifestyles and androids. The thing I was thinking while watching last time was, if someone turned you into an android, would anyone notice? Sadly, I think many people&apos;s android counter-parts might fair just as well as they did in their mindless jobs. </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGiAEMU8SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_YPb09UdyYw/s1600/Stepford23.jpg.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TFGiAEMU8SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_YPb09UdyYw/s320/Stepford23.jpg.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499354742005231906" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>If you ever want to watch a really bizarre movie, watch the 1975 version of Stepford Wives is top of my list. There's just something creepy about blending suburban lifestyles and androids. </div><div><br /></div><div>The thing I was thinking while watching last time was, if someone turned you into an android, would anyone notice? Sadly, I think many people's android counter-parts might fair just as well as they did in their mindless jobs. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-7434208823936728354?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 20:41:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Flying</title>
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					<description>Sometimes I have to fly. It&apos;s been awhile since I&apos;ve had occasion to take to the skies. Sounds silly, but I miss it.I still think that it&apos;s silly that they make you take your shoes off. Don&apos;t you think that a terrorist isn&apos;t going to be stupid to put a bomb in his shoe? Maybe I just don&apos;t understand ballistics. I wonder what would happen if in relationships, you had to be as open as you are at the airport with your baggage. You had to show what you were carrying. Out there in the bright sting of florescent lighting. I think their might be fewer people making heart-wrenching mistakes. At least, you&apos;d at least know if their was a block of C-4 buried that you&apos;d forgotten about. </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Sometimes I have to fly. It's been awhile since I've had occasion to take to the skies. Sounds silly, but I miss it.<div><br /></div><div>I still think that it's silly that they make you take your shoes off. Don't you think that a terrorist isn't going to be stupid to put a bomb in his shoe? Maybe I just don't understand ballistics. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder what would happen if in relationships, you had to be as open as you are at the airport with your baggage. You had to show what you were carrying. Out there in the bright sting of florescent lighting. I think their might be fewer people making heart-wrenching mistakes. At least, you'd at least know if their was a block of C-4 buried that you'd forgotten about. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TECN7c9xx_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PsL4_jQBYCI/s320/airline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494547597919111154" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-5845049708200293450?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 21:44:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<description>One of the most ironic things I&apos;ve read in awhile.&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TECMHkL_urI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0neDg98-sGc/s1600/soda_ad.jpg&quot;&gt;</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>One of the most ironic things I've read in awhile.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TECMHkL_urI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0neDg98-sGc/s1600/soda_ad.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TECMHkL_urI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0neDg98-sGc/s320/soda_ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494545606992968370" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-1542495020690767861?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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					<title>Finding Creativity</title>
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					<description>Sometimes a great blog make my mind go think about the world in a way that I haven&apos;t before. Several of the blogs I&apos;ve been following for years have truly changed my life. Here&apos;s my three favorite blogs of all time:http://paintedsouldreams.blogspot.com/&lt;a href=&quot;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml&quot;&gt;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/&apos;www.forestpark365.comYou never know- one click might change your life.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Sometimes a great blog make my mind go think about the world in a way that I haven't before. Several of the blogs I've been following for years have truly changed my life. Here's my three favorite blogs of all time:<div><br /></div><div>http://paintedsouldreams.blogspot.com/</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml"></a><a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml"></a><a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml"></a><a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml"></a><a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml"></a><a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml"></a><a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml"></a><a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml"></a><a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/rss.xml"></a>http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/'</div><div><br /></div><div>www.forestpark365.com</div><div><br /></div><div>You never know- one click might change your life.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TECJ7-CSakI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qh9QOJKLgW4/s320/to_blog_or_not_to_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494543208749886018" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-4082923176678719966?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 21:02:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Slyvia Lyrics</title>
					<link>http://watchingjudas.com/blog.cfm?feature=1284167&amp;postid=360961</link>
					<description>Working on this new song- it&apos;ll be interesting to see what you think of it. Sylvia She never had a name She never once let her hair hang down She never once did anything  Sylvia She wore a long grey dress Slept in a very very long grey bed She never once did anything   Sunday after church she&apos;s out working the yard Monday, it&apos;s back to the work, and the loop, and the kids and the grind she says   Ch. I wish I could break this down somehow  Shake this whole routine The grind can make you crazy and tick away your youth and dreams  I wish I could take this down somehow blow my mind and just escape from this scene I know that I&apos;m not crazy, don&apos;t need someone to save or set me free  I just want to be free  Sylvia She sold her mother&apos;s ring She bought a ticket on a big grey plane She went to 20,000 feet and jumped  Sylvia  As she was crashing down She saw the lights of her small grey town  She couldn&apos;t help but think &quot;what a waste.&quot;  Sylvia The future flashed across her cold green eyes Day after day of the same grey life And suddenly parachutes weren&apos;t on her mind  Slyvia She wore a long grey dress They laid her out on her long grey bed And </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Working on this new song- it'll be interesting to see what you think of it. <div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sylvia</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She never had a name</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She never once let her hair hang down</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She never once did anything</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 12.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sylvia</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She wore a long grey dress</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Slept in a very very long grey bed</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She never once did anything</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 12.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sunday after church she's out working the yard</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Monday, it's back to the work, and the loop, and the kids and the grind she says</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 12.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 12.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ch.</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 12.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wish I could break this down somehow </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shake this whole routine</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The grind can make you crazy</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and tick away your youth and dreams </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wish I could take this down somehow</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">blow my mind and just escape from this scene</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I know that I'm not crazy, don't need someone to save or set me free </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I just want to be free</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 12.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sylvia</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She sold her mother's ring</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She bought a ticket on a big grey plane</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She went to 20,000 feet and jumped</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 12.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sylvia </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As she was crashing down</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She saw the lights of her small grey town </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She couldn't help but think "what a waste."</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 12.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sylvia</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The future flashed across her cold green eyes</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Day after day of the same grey life</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And suddenly parachutes weren't on her mind</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 12.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Slyvia</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She wore a long grey dress</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They laid her out on her long grey bed</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Lucida Grande'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And </span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-71593860591541540?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 21:36:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Crayons</title>
					<link>http://watchingjudas.com/blog.cfm?feature=1284167&amp;postid=360930</link>
					<description>I always wanted a good set of crayons when I grew up. I was stuck with those hand-me-down bits of colored wax left over from others children&apos;s childhoods. Not that I&apos;m complaining. It&apos;s probably part of why I&apos;m an musician today instead of an artist. I chose to paint with sound. Next time you see a kid that doesn&apos;t have a good set of crayolas, go out and buy him the best you can find. Or a cheap guitar. You might start something.  </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I always wanted a good set of crayons when I grew up. I was stuck with those hand-me-down bits of colored wax left over from others children's childhoods. </div><div><br /></div><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TD3XVhkdG6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/A7BAamVd8fU/s320/rolling_rainbow_crayons%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493783885250370466" /><div><br /></div><div>Not that I'm complaining. It's probably part of why I'm an musician today instead of an artist. I chose to paint with sound. </div><div><br /></div><div>Next time you see a kid that doesn't have a good set of crayolas, go out and buy him the best you can find. Or a cheap guitar. You might start something.  </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-6802720570022225966?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 20:22:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>When there&apos;s a way . . .</title>
					<link>http://watchingjudas.com/blog.cfm?feature=1284167&amp;postid=358945</link>
					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TD3WM-pNKXI/AAAAAAAAADs/TqARELQeNrs/s1600/28f56eed-5388-4e61-a47a-e8b9eb6cf71e.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TD3WM-pNKXI/AAAAAAAAADs/TqARELQeNrs/s1600/28f56eed-5388-4e61-a47a-e8b9eb6cf71e.jpg&quot;&gt;There&apos;s someone&apos;s will hanging around somewhere. I wish all musicians were this creative. </description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TD3WM-pNKXI/AAAAAAAAADs/TqARELQeNrs/s1600/28f56eed-5388-4e61-a47a-e8b9eb6cf71e.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TD3WM-pNKXI/AAAAAAAAADs/TqARELQeNrs/s320/28f56eed-5388-4e61-a47a-e8b9eb6cf71e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493782638924474738" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSyuUXTUz7Y/TD3WM-pNKXI/AAAAAAAAADs/TqARELQeNrs/s1600/28f56eed-5388-4e61-a47a-e8b9eb6cf71e.jpg"></a><br />There's someone's will hanging around somewhere. I wish all musicians were this creative. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/970073665504305038-581002267803129381?l=watchingjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 20:17:00 GMT</pubDate>
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