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I'm somewhere else, try looking for me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staticboom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6637227269062717426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staticboom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I am the wanderer's wandering daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06644581898663073917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637227269062717426.post-3247796038157196277</id><published>2011-07-04T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T01:07:27.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I am the wanderer's wandering daughter&lt;br /&gt;Wrestle the pestle for the sake of the mortar&lt;br /&gt;I love as I breathe and leave as I live&lt;br /&gt;My cast iron shield's a titanium sieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a castle that's built on confusion and doubt&lt;br /&gt;Is a nickel within and a dollar without&lt;br /&gt;Just when the shoes seem so big I can't win&lt;br /&gt;I fill my own sneakers and take off again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wanderer's wandering daughter&lt;br /&gt;Take all my pain and I mix it with water&lt;br /&gt;It's sunny it's sweet and i don't purple stuff it&lt;br /&gt;One day by the way I met little miss muffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blew my mind with the stuff that I taught her&lt;br /&gt;I am the wanderer's wandering daughter&lt;br /&gt;I said if a spider should sit down beside you&lt;br /&gt;Tell him your name and then tell him the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great hairy spider appeared there and then&lt;br /&gt;And the holes in my soul started letting in wind&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter&lt;br /&gt;I am the wanderer's wandering daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm miss muffet I'm very afraid&lt;br /&gt;But something inside me is making me stay&lt;br /&gt;I know deep down that if I run away&lt;br /&gt;I'll just meet more spiders and still feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spider he smiled and said how is this true&lt;br /&gt;When I am so terribly smaller than you?&lt;br /&gt;My web it just went in the way the wind blew&lt;br /&gt;What i was in for i hadn't a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="b-lyrics-from-signature" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/k/kimya_dawson/wandering_daughter.html ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched her face gently with six of his legs&lt;br /&gt;And licked from her chin a speck of curds and whey&lt;br /&gt;When I was certain they'd both be okay&lt;br /&gt;I tightened my laces and I walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked away I was feeling excluded&lt;br /&gt;Wishing my impulses weren't diluted&lt;br /&gt;The muscle i hustle is real for my friends&lt;br /&gt;But the muscle I keep for myself is pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wanderer's wandering daughter&lt;br /&gt;Travel the land and I live like a martyr&lt;br /&gt;The things that I do aren't the things that I teach&lt;br /&gt;If I spend my time practicing when will I preach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do what I must as you do what you oughta&lt;br /&gt;I am the wanderer's wandering daughter&lt;br /&gt;Take all my pain and mix it with water&lt;br /&gt;I am the wanderer's wandering daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and alone and I'm fair and I'm free&lt;br /&gt;You am what you is and I are who I be&lt;br /&gt;What I'm lacking in strength I make up for in smarts&lt;br /&gt;You keep your stability I'll keep my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear finds october emotions are juices&lt;br /&gt;Beat around bushes and make up excuses&lt;br /&gt;Go out for ceruleans come home with chartreuses&lt;br /&gt;Snip and cut bonsais and turn them to spruces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss muffet called me and she said don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Real friends are friends until after they die&lt;br /&gt;Still I romanticize all this disorder&lt;br /&gt;I am the wanderer's wandering daughter&lt;br /&gt;Hop the next bus and run for the border&lt;br /&gt;I am the wanderer's wandering daughter&lt;br /&gt;Give you my life if you give me a quarter&lt;br /&gt;I am the wanderer's wandering daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long it's been good to know ya&lt;br /&gt;So long it's been good to know ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So long it's been good to know ya&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be moving along&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6637227269062717426-3247796038157196277?l=staticboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staticboom.blogspot.com/feeds/3247796038157196277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staticboom.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-wanderers-wandering-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6637227269062717426/posts/default/3247796038157196277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6637227269062717426/posts/default/3247796038157196277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staticboom.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-wanderers-wandering-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>I am the wanderer's wandering daughter.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06644581898663073917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
