<?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-4252264520018093056</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:57:48.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buttercups Songs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4252264520018093056.post-3000024762612213569</id><published>2009-01-21T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:16:15.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Finally we are equal&lt;br /&gt;That is the place to be&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are equal&lt;br /&gt;Yes finally we are free&lt;br /&gt;There are dreams in our heart&lt;br /&gt;From this moment to start&lt;br /&gt;With so much to give&lt;br /&gt;In rejoice and to live&lt;br /&gt;Every walk in the past&lt;br /&gt;Is now in for its trust&lt;br /&gt;We were flowers and seed&lt;br /&gt;That in past did bleed&lt;br /&gt;But now is our hope&lt;br /&gt;To hold on to that strong rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are equal&lt;br /&gt;That is the place to be&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are equal&lt;br /&gt;Yes finally we are free&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to do&lt;br /&gt;Bring it forward and through&lt;br /&gt;With the feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;That will be our guide&lt;br /&gt;What we want to bring&lt;br /&gt;And about much to sing&lt;br /&gt;So we prosper to live&lt;br /&gt;And from ourselves give&lt;br /&gt;There were moments of strife&lt;br /&gt;In our thoughts and life&lt;br /&gt;But now the new shall arrive&lt;br /&gt;Where all our hope will thrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are equal&lt;br /&gt;That is the place to be&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are equal&lt;br /&gt;Yes finally we are free&lt;br /&gt;Give from everything like this&lt;br /&gt;Don’t just make moment’s bliss&lt;br /&gt;But the true reality to go&lt;br /&gt;What we share and what we know&lt;br /&gt;Let’s build responsibility&lt;br /&gt;In its greatest durability&lt;br /&gt;And the rise of new day to come&lt;br /&gt;Where every prosper is from&lt;br /&gt;There is hope in this all&lt;br /&gt;Never let it again fall&lt;br /&gt;Make the final takes a go&lt;br /&gt;Come now start freedom show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are equal&lt;br /&gt;That is the place to be&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are equal&lt;br /&gt;Yes finally we are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask not what the country &lt;br /&gt;Can do for you&lt;br /&gt;But be its strong support&lt;br /&gt;That makes it all come through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking my way with my brother&lt;br /&gt;In every its turn and trial&lt;br /&gt;Where before my father and mother&lt;br /&gt;Had some of the flourish denial&lt;br /&gt;Where everything was in bramble&lt;br /&gt;In every its thorn and din&lt;br /&gt;Through struggling ways and ramble&lt;br /&gt;For the growing to be akin&lt;br /&gt;Where our ancestors are to lead&lt;br /&gt;With their written words and tongues&lt;br /&gt;So we might someday it read&lt;br /&gt;And be their voice and lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh give the music its true worth&lt;br /&gt;Of singing and the melody&lt;br /&gt;So we might prosper this earth&lt;br /&gt;And become of troubles free&lt;br /&gt;Oh give us the music from birth&lt;br /&gt;In each of its going harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each our walk and waiting try&lt;br /&gt;We consider the changing paces&lt;br /&gt;Where the heart meets the sky&lt;br /&gt;In every its way and graces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much is to reconsider&lt;br /&gt;And what we must for future aim&lt;br /&gt;So we may come out fitter&lt;br /&gt;In peace and be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road is still to be made&lt;br /&gt;To be someone to grow&lt;br /&gt;And not to the moments fade&lt;br /&gt;That falls in its furlough&lt;br /&gt;There is safeness on the side&lt;br /&gt;To give us something more&lt;br /&gt;And there for each freedom abide&lt;br /&gt;And reach to its peaceful shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These times must be in safe&lt;br /&gt;To bring us forward still&lt;br /&gt;In every instances waif&lt;br /&gt;To climb to the highest hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love everything in right&lt;br /&gt;For that has given the day&lt;br /&gt;And sketched for further light&lt;br /&gt;To lead the tomorrow's way&lt;br /&gt;When tracks of time be brought&lt;br /&gt;Into the raised battlefield&lt;br /&gt;Where love must come from thought&lt;br /&gt;That generation appealed&lt;br /&gt;Through every struggling grain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each struggle is not plain&lt;br /&gt;And driven through struggle&lt;br /&gt;There is so much strain&lt;br /&gt;In times of hope and juggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is so much to give&lt;br /&gt;And conquering from there&lt;br /&gt;We must in justice live&lt;br /&gt;For us in just adhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love is never easy&lt;br /&gt;In times that move along&lt;br /&gt;There might be some breezy&lt;br /&gt;In hours timeless song&lt;br /&gt;And fall be cast on light&lt;br /&gt;On days from bright to dark&lt;br /&gt;For sometimes there is night&lt;br /&gt;Away in glowing spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is sparkle time&lt;br /&gt;Of glowing air&lt;br /&gt;For now is the time made&lt;br /&gt;To go finally there&lt;br /&gt;In to the billow's high&lt;br /&gt;And reach our new sky&lt;br /&gt;With hope of every brim&lt;br /&gt;From the deep of the dim&lt;br /&gt;The growing of glowing&lt;br /&gt;Of well-to-do times to come&lt;br /&gt;With all the best forward&lt;br /&gt;Each fragile bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are equal&lt;br /&gt;That is the place to be&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are equal&lt;br /&gt;Yes finally we are free&lt;br /&gt;There are dreams in our heart&lt;br /&gt;From this moment to start&lt;br /&gt;With so much to give&lt;br /&gt;In rejoice and to live&lt;br /&gt;Every walk in the past&lt;br /&gt;Is now in for its trust&lt;br /&gt;We were flowers and seed&lt;br /&gt;That in past did bleed&lt;br /&gt;But now is our hope&lt;br /&gt;To hold on to that strong rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long last&lt;br /&gt;Freedom has come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-3000024762612213569?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/3000024762612213569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=3000024762612213569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/3000024762612213569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/3000024762612213569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='Finally'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-1805420883199071035</id><published>2009-01-13T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:06:22.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything’s Falling down Apart</title><content type='html'>There is no point no more&lt;br /&gt;Only something that has gone away&lt;br /&gt;What this was once all for&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t last and didn’t stay&lt;br /&gt;The hours of its possibility&lt;br /&gt;Are just rushing with each feel&lt;br /&gt;And coming in with its reality&lt;br /&gt;Making the fancies become real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a way reaching goals&lt;br /&gt;But nothing anywhere now seems&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts don't have any roles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s falling down apart&lt;br /&gt;With no catchy phrases playing&lt;br /&gt;The deep roots of my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;Everything now down weighing&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch a breath and be gone&lt;br /&gt;On to the ocean of holding back&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is there going on&lt;br /&gt;Only some thoughts losing track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that was is hanging around&lt;br /&gt;In my conscious mind and just spending&lt;br /&gt;Holding back somewhere be found&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to the outside comprehending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings mean allot but they'll go&lt;br /&gt;Just as those times that were here&lt;br /&gt;And before it's all lost I will know&lt;br /&gt;There is no more to give or share&lt;br /&gt;Chances I believed in they are lost&lt;br /&gt;With every time spending and make&lt;br /&gt;Forever can't once more be crossed&lt;br /&gt;It’s just gone in trying and retake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s falling down apart&lt;br /&gt;With no catchy phrases playing&lt;br /&gt;The deep roots of my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;Everything now down weighing&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch a breath and be gone&lt;br /&gt;On to the ocean of holding back&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is there going on&lt;br /&gt;Only some thoughts losing track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a way reaching goals&lt;br /&gt;But nothing anywhere now seems&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts don't have any roles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s falling down apart&lt;br /&gt;With no catchy phrases playing&lt;br /&gt;The deep roots of my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;Everything now down weighing&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch a breath and be gone&lt;br /&gt;On to the ocean of holding back&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is there going on&lt;br /&gt;Only some thoughts losing track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s falling down apart&lt;br /&gt;With no catchy phrases playing&lt;br /&gt;The deep roots of my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;Everything now down weighing&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on with nothing there&lt;br /&gt;These times are now so alone&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to go from here&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just stuck as a stone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-1805420883199071035?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/1805420883199071035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=1805420883199071035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/1805420883199071035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/1805420883199071035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2009/01/everythings-falling-down-apart.html' title='Everything’s Falling down Apart'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-3675870723336579511</id><published>2009-01-12T23:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:24:52.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining Places Here And There</title><content type='html'>There is a time for each place&lt;br /&gt;Many hours all around&lt;br /&gt;Full of temptations many ways&lt;br /&gt;That nowhere else are found&lt;br /&gt;Colors giving and holding&lt;br /&gt;To the land and sea shore&lt;br /&gt;On to remoteness unfolding&lt;br /&gt;For the voyager to explore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining places here and there&lt;br /&gt;In the gleaming everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are places of my life&lt;br /&gt;Many ways of golden hold&lt;br /&gt;In their surroundings and rife&lt;br /&gt;That before this is untold&lt;br /&gt;Troubled lands near the sea&lt;br /&gt;Folksy tales in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Places to come to and be free&lt;br /&gt;Where every hour is just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining places here and there&lt;br /&gt;With their dreaming to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted colors of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy curving in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Every moment’s of its worth&lt;br /&gt;Till the hour you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Love is easy in its spread&lt;br /&gt;So much gaining to be done&lt;br /&gt;The future’s coming here ahead&lt;br /&gt;With their customs retribution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-3675870723336579511?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/3675870723336579511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=3675870723336579511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/3675870723336579511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/3675870723336579511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2009/01/shining-places-here-and-there.html' title='Shining Places Here And There'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-6397025434206034572</id><published>2009-01-12T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:22:26.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just From This Moment to Start</title><content type='html'>To somewhere I’ll always go&lt;br /&gt;Into the flowing stream&lt;br /&gt;This my heart soon will know&lt;br /&gt;Everything there only seem&lt;br /&gt;You cannot know what love is&lt;br /&gt;If you can't understand me&lt;br /&gt;Some say it’s more like bliss&lt;br /&gt;Others say its wings are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is to hold on together&lt;br /&gt;Giving the heart its best&lt;br /&gt;Something must get just better&lt;br /&gt;If you with love are blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shall ever be for everyone&lt;br /&gt;There are so many truth and lies&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the feelings beside till gone&lt;br /&gt;Rest is that beat that tries&lt;br /&gt;A morning may give its touch&lt;br /&gt;Rise to a feeling that's inside you&lt;br /&gt;Something that always has much&lt;br /&gt;Turning away every glum and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to reach to the night&lt;br /&gt;Filling its empty going ways&lt;br /&gt;Knowing if our live shall be alright&lt;br /&gt;In every turning and grace&lt;br /&gt;I believe in what you will give&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you'll share your heart&lt;br /&gt;Something beside us to really live&lt;br /&gt;Just from this moment to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To somewhere I’ll always go&lt;br /&gt;Into the flowing stream&lt;br /&gt;This my heart soon will know&lt;br /&gt;Everything there only seem&lt;br /&gt;You cannot know what love is&lt;br /&gt;If you can't understand me&lt;br /&gt;Some say it’s more like bliss&lt;br /&gt;Others say its wings are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is to hold on together&lt;br /&gt;Giving the heart its best&lt;br /&gt;Something must get just better&lt;br /&gt;If you with love are blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shall ever be for everyone&lt;br /&gt;There are so many truth and lies&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the feelings beside till gone&lt;br /&gt;Rest is that beat that tries&lt;br /&gt;A morning may give its touch&lt;br /&gt;Rise to a feeling that's inside you&lt;br /&gt;Something that always has much&lt;br /&gt;Turning away every glum and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to reach to the night&lt;br /&gt;Filling its empty going ways&lt;br /&gt;Knowing if our live shall be alright&lt;br /&gt;In every turning and grace&lt;br /&gt;I believe in what you will give&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you'll share your heart&lt;br /&gt;Something beside us to really live&lt;br /&gt;Just from this moment to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is to hold on together&lt;br /&gt;Love is to be reason without doubt&lt;br /&gt;Love is the best for you only&lt;br /&gt;Love is the way to go about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes anything can be done&lt;br /&gt;Yes anything can be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shall ever be for everyone&lt;br /&gt;There are so many truth and lies&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the feelings beside till gone&lt;br /&gt;Rest is that beat that tries&lt;br /&gt;A morning may give its touch&lt;br /&gt;Rise to a feeling that's inside you&lt;br /&gt;Something that always has much&lt;br /&gt;Turning away every glum and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to reach to the night&lt;br /&gt;Filling its empty going ways&lt;br /&gt;Knowing if our live shall be alright&lt;br /&gt;In every turning and grace&lt;br /&gt;I believe in what you will give&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you'll share your heart&lt;br /&gt;Something beside us to really live&lt;br /&gt;Just from this moment to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something beside us to really live&lt;br /&gt;Just from this moment to start&lt;br /&gt;Just from this moment to start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-6397025434206034572?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/6397025434206034572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=6397025434206034572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/6397025434206034572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/6397025434206034572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-from-this-moment-to-start.html' title='Just From This Moment to Start'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-3445069023190032498</id><published>2009-01-12T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:21:34.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No Time After</title><content type='html'>There is no time after&lt;br /&gt;In catch the wind rafter&lt;br /&gt;Those hours are just here to drift&lt;br /&gt;Inside and outside time's swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it's like this&lt;br /&gt;Coming and going always on&lt;br /&gt;For everything works like a bliss&lt;br /&gt;Until it's almost gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart reaches out to you&lt;br /&gt;Trying to love and to go&lt;br /&gt;With every turning and blue&lt;br /&gt;As it shall always know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time after - only this&lt;br /&gt;Wasting every minute and hour&lt;br /&gt;Words that are coming to miss&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that reach out and vower&lt;br /&gt;Love that is like ours still&lt;br /&gt;In evenings and morning to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is like a dark shadow&lt;br /&gt;Filling out my footsteps to you&lt;br /&gt;With every gleam beaming glow&lt;br /&gt;That comes when moon shines through&lt;br /&gt;The hours that are passing away&lt;br /&gt;On to the evening and night&lt;br /&gt;Meet with their yearning and play&lt;br /&gt;Until the time is here right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is though alright now&lt;br /&gt;Bringing our hearts together somehow&lt;br /&gt;With everything it must and mustn't now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time after - only this&lt;br /&gt;Wasting every minute and hour&lt;br /&gt;Words that are coming to miss&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that reach out and vower&lt;br /&gt;Love that is like ours still&lt;br /&gt;In evenings and morning to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time after there is no time after&lt;br /&gt;There is no time after - best of luck&lt;br /&gt;Wasting every minute and hour&lt;br /&gt;These love lines to you are forever stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time after - only this&lt;br /&gt;Wasting every minute and hour&lt;br /&gt;Words that are coming to miss&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that reach out and vower&lt;br /&gt;Love that is like ours still&lt;br /&gt;In evenings and morning to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No time after)&lt;br /&gt;In catch the wind rafter&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck luck best of luck&lt;br /&gt;Those hours are just here to drift&lt;br /&gt;Every minute and hour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-3445069023190032498?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/3445069023190032498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=3445069023190032498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/3445069023190032498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/3445069023190032498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-no-time-after.html' title='There Is No Time After'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-4891193619707340548</id><published>2009-01-12T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:04:02.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m as a Drifting Cloud</title><content type='html'>Like my heart is in the gutter of the street going&lt;br /&gt;I´m as a drifting cloud so high and faraway&lt;br /&gt;Every dream of my inside yearning is always knowing&lt;br /&gt;What it is that comes and gives more to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings never seem to stand by at any given door&lt;br /&gt;It looks like they are going to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;With their drifting thoughts that always are for more&lt;br /&gt;And never can be at the same levels here&lt;br /&gt;For the days are always passing on by to there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of you who know the truth of my true inside&lt;br /&gt;With the wanderings that came about to give&lt;br /&gt;Where the lights of city lights glimmer and glide&lt;br /&gt;To flicker in the shadows of a glow that can’t live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings never seem to stand by at any given door&lt;br /&gt;It looks like they are going to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;With their drifting thoughts that always are for more&lt;br /&gt;And never can be at the same levels here&lt;br /&gt;For the days are always passing on by to there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere you are in the distances of day&lt;br /&gt;Like a morning coming up that cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;In my thought that are so restless in their play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my heart is in the gutter of the street going&lt;br /&gt;I´m as a drifting cloud so high and faraway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-4891193619707340548?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/4891193619707340548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=4891193619707340548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/4891193619707340548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/4891193619707340548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-as-drifting-cloud.html' title='I´m as a Drifting Cloud'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-5585483262305216593</id><published>2009-01-12T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:03:10.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Deep Blue Sky</title><content type='html'>Close of from you there is always something&lt;br /&gt;Dreams faraway - though twice is more than enough&lt;br /&gt;Like time passes by to a world that will sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In something that's happening all over the world&lt;br /&gt;Brining to the ground what from inside is true&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The playful of pulls to the up and the closing&lt;br /&gt;And bringing away what they thought they found&lt;br /&gt;Every aspect of happening in very first arousing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bring to the distance&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky&lt;br /&gt;With so much hazy of dreams that will try&lt;br /&gt;With so much hazy of dreams going there by&lt;br /&gt;To bring to the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find what was once without any falling doubt&lt;br /&gt;And giving enough of spaces there all between&lt;br /&gt;Those go around in their wandering ways and about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their hours of departing or staying&lt;br /&gt;With every embrace of their opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Like feelings that come for their unity&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is finding inside of each own&lt;br /&gt;For a while for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In something that's happening all over the world&lt;br /&gt;Brining to the ground what from inside is true&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bring to the distance&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky&lt;br /&gt;With so much hazy of dreams that will try&lt;br /&gt;With so much hazy of dreams going there by&lt;br /&gt;To bring to the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the goings of my dreams in the faraway&lt;br /&gt;Taking believes to its trail of another day&lt;br /&gt;In the hours that come with each play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In something that's happening all over the world&lt;br /&gt;Brining to the ground what from inside is true&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bring to the distance&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky&lt;br /&gt;With so much hazy of dreams that will try&lt;br /&gt;With so much hazy of dreams going there by&lt;br /&gt;To bring to the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bring to the distance&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky&lt;br /&gt;With so much hazy of dreams that will try&lt;br /&gt;With so much hazy of dreams going there by&lt;br /&gt;To bring to the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bring to the distance&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky&lt;br /&gt;In the deep blue sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-5585483262305216593?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/5585483262305216593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=5585483262305216593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/5585483262305216593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/5585483262305216593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-deep-blue-sky.html' title='In The Deep Blue Sky'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-4295882555455847920</id><published>2009-01-07T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T02:44:26.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Sideways From This All</title><content type='html'>Verse:&lt;br /&gt;There are silences in our day&lt;br /&gt;Falling apart though every way&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the cards to play&lt;br /&gt;Only love that's lost inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is like broken glass&lt;br /&gt;With the hopes that don't come&lt;br /&gt;So much from outside in to amass&lt;br /&gt;Where all those hopeless touches &lt;br /&gt;Are from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Walking sideways from this all&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a different road&lt;br /&gt;Love is a way and every call&lt;br /&gt;To take away life's heavy load&lt;br /&gt;In the words of every song going by&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds that drift on&lt;br /&gt;Every charm that comes to die&lt;br /&gt;In those feelings that were almost gone&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is never easy in its touch&lt;br /&gt;Saying everything that isn’t always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Days go by without their hope&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Moments come and some elope&lt;br /&gt;It isn't always what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Walking sideways from this all&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a different road&lt;br /&gt;Love is summer sometimes fall&lt;br /&gt;Any late come that's bestowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;Here I am without any hope&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes easy or will stay&lt;br /&gt;Love is a song in its kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Or raising shadows &lt;br /&gt;In its lost alleyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-4295882555455847920?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/4295882555455847920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=4295882555455847920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/4295882555455847920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/4295882555455847920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2009/01/walking-sideways-from-this-all.html' title='Walking Sideways From This All'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-2813955027052189912</id><published>2008-12-29T03:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:26:45.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling</title><content type='html'>Darling&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in the bright light&lt;br /&gt;Of your soft spot&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;When it is of loft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting so much easy&lt;br /&gt;Funny as it is&lt;br /&gt;When our love is squishy&lt;br /&gt;With a lovely kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close and tight&lt;br /&gt;If I'm you guy&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;In its way and try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always sunny&lt;br /&gt;In its little while&lt;br /&gt;And so much more funny&lt;br /&gt;If you have a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could free me&lt;br /&gt;With your dreamy eyes&lt;br /&gt;So much there to see&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't show any lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I live&lt;br /&gt;With so much I'm aiming&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to give&lt;br /&gt;Love that's worth your naming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always sunny&lt;br /&gt;Getting so much easy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-2813955027052189912?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/2813955027052189912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=2813955027052189912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/2813955027052189912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/2813955027052189912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2008/12/darling.html' title='Darling'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-2933230949459780406</id><published>2008-12-29T03:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:20:44.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and I</title><content type='html'>Me and I we need it all now&lt;br /&gt;What we had lost was never found&lt;br /&gt;Try to find out what it's somehow&lt;br /&gt;Before it’s gone nowhere around&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to try only to get lost&lt;br /&gt;With every making you comprehend&lt;br /&gt;What it is getting crisscrossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living isn’t easy when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Raising to nowhere on to the dark&lt;br /&gt;Carry those shoulders on and on&lt;br /&gt;Until day from a new will spark&lt;br /&gt;Those are empty from their going&lt;br /&gt;On to badlands of days and night&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bewilderment on growing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing now comes that's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my heart for its own sake&lt;br /&gt;Trying to raise the beat more&lt;br /&gt;Giving and showing being awake&lt;br /&gt;Trying to think what it's all for&lt;br /&gt;You and your starlight isn't to be&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s gone with its load&lt;br /&gt;So become for real what you see&lt;br /&gt;To go along strong on to the road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-2933230949459780406?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/2933230949459780406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=2933230949459780406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/2933230949459780406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/2933230949459780406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-and-i.html' title='Me and I'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-279119008190231970</id><published>2008-12-14T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:41:29.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On To the Evening and the Night</title><content type='html'>When I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;The heart is like a falling beat&lt;br /&gt;In its weakening tone&lt;br /&gt;And empty on crossing street&lt;br /&gt;I feel of life absent&lt;br /&gt;For you are not with me&lt;br /&gt;And through the ways of present&lt;br /&gt;My heart is not free&lt;br /&gt;For everyone's going&lt;br /&gt;In to the bliss of alight&lt;br /&gt;And as tomorrow is glowing&lt;br /&gt;On to the evening and the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With a love that was really never&lt;br /&gt;And it’s easy going so high&lt;br /&gt;For the hours to spent together&lt;br /&gt;Right across the deep blue seas&lt;br /&gt;Or experience from them all&lt;br /&gt;That our wings shall set and frees&lt;br /&gt;When right moments shall call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are like the rising day&lt;br /&gt;And I like a dream that is falling&lt;br /&gt;In the oceans weavings and play&lt;br /&gt;Of its very own timeless strolling&lt;br /&gt;And you are still here with me&lt;br /&gt;With the prospects of skies and clouds&lt;br /&gt;Today and forever in eternity&lt;br /&gt;Among the deep sea waving doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With a love that was really never&lt;br /&gt;And it’s easy going so high&lt;br /&gt;For the hours to spent together&lt;br /&gt;Right across the deep blue seas&lt;br /&gt;Or experience from them all&lt;br /&gt;That our wings shall set and frees&lt;br /&gt;When right moments shall call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the evening and the night&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with the billows of far&lt;br /&gt;And when the day comes again bright&lt;br /&gt;My experience be a wish like a star&lt;br /&gt;Through across the seas of love&lt;br /&gt;Which I know that exist not for now&lt;br /&gt;But as the wind blows the clouds above&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach to your heart again somehow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-279119008190231970?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/279119008190231970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=279119008190231970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/279119008190231970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/279119008190231970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-to-evening-and-night.html' title='On To the Evening and 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-4252264520018093056.post-2964132087865852833</id><published>2008-11-26T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:47:48.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Just Go On And On</title><content type='html'>Life is faraway or close&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will stay forever&lt;br /&gt;Into its oblivion it goes&lt;br /&gt;With each of its endeavor&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be for sure&lt;br /&gt;For worse or its better&lt;br /&gt;It’s all on life's circling tour&lt;br /&gt;Each its way and trendsetter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Times just go on and on&lt;br /&gt;On its way to the deep&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for long to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like rain in its pouring fall&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;Times come to their call&lt;br /&gt;Before they again lose flights&lt;br /&gt;We don't know for certain&lt;br /&gt;If their dreams are for real&lt;br /&gt;So much of it is convertin'&lt;br /&gt;To its own progress and feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Times just go on and on&lt;br /&gt;On its way to the deep&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for long to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In middle of this vortex&lt;br /&gt;We will try what we like&lt;br /&gt;The ways are too complex&lt;br /&gt;To catch each curving spike&lt;br /&gt;Main roads carry us through&lt;br /&gt;To frames of our own taste&lt;br /&gt;Then it’s much up to be true&lt;br /&gt;Or let it all go to its waste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-2964132087865852833?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/2964132087865852833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=2964132087865852833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/2964132087865852833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/2964132087865852833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2008/11/times-just-go-on-and-on.html' title='Times Just Go On And On'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-3840417527107764951</id><published>2008-07-17T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:25:01.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Not Reach the Top</title><content type='html'>I may not reach the top&lt;br /&gt;For either or a different way&lt;br /&gt;But what is down comes up&lt;br /&gt;If it is meant to stay&lt;br /&gt;To reach from dark inside&lt;br /&gt;Entwine and climb then high&lt;br /&gt;Is to have someone's guide&lt;br /&gt;To get there on its fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no desire aspiring&lt;br /&gt;To be put up in just a name&lt;br /&gt;For if my thoughts don't sing&lt;br /&gt;In candid plainly flame&lt;br /&gt;It isn't for me being there&lt;br /&gt;And burn my pride on&lt;br /&gt;But go back to the nowhere&lt;br /&gt;That always is never done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best is staying alive&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to give or tell&lt;br /&gt;Only empty circling arrive&lt;br /&gt;With nothing that rings true bell&lt;br /&gt;O let me rest then peacefully&lt;br /&gt;And steer no one's thought&lt;br /&gt;With what is considered breeze fully&lt;br /&gt;By what it sometimes ought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not reach the top&lt;br /&gt;For either or a different way&lt;br /&gt;But what is down comes up&lt;br /&gt;If it is meant to stay&lt;br /&gt;To reach from dark inside&lt;br /&gt;Entwine and climb then high&lt;br /&gt;Is to have someone's guide&lt;br /&gt;To get there on its fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though anything done faithfully&lt;br /&gt;Should give its good fortune&lt;br /&gt;If it’s not measly simple too dully&lt;br /&gt;To be on its top climbing run&lt;br /&gt;And closer that one can bear&lt;br /&gt;The mountains for picnic surprise&lt;br /&gt;Like everything that is down there&lt;br /&gt;Has nothing to do with the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can tell by now&lt;br /&gt;There is no ticket for a trip&lt;br /&gt;You just get on top somehow&lt;br /&gt;Or down you go in your own flip&lt;br /&gt;For its not hard to realize&lt;br /&gt;It’s simply by fortunate’s luck&lt;br /&gt;How upside up you may rise&lt;br /&gt;Or forever on bottom stay stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not reach the top&lt;br /&gt;For either or a different way&lt;br /&gt;But what is down comes up&lt;br /&gt;If it is meant to stay&lt;br /&gt;To reach from dark inside&lt;br /&gt;Entwine and climb then high&lt;br /&gt;Is to have someone's guide&lt;br /&gt;To get there on its fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-3840417527107764951?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/3840417527107764951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=3840417527107764951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/3840417527107764951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/3840417527107764951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-may-not-reach-top.html' title='I May Not Reach the Top'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-4971195528380625659</id><published>2008-07-12T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:41:39.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreams Are So Clear</title><content type='html'>Come to your senses and bring in your song&lt;br /&gt;The s days are right for the right start of living&lt;br /&gt;Anything that comes here still along&lt;br /&gt;Worth every cent in the way it‘s giving&lt;br /&gt;And dreams are so clear of the knowing well&lt;br /&gt;It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every friendly town that you come to&lt;br /&gt;Will be from heights’ of ongoing on&lt;br /&gt;Something to give around and become true&lt;br /&gt;Till it’s all here in its old time done&lt;br /&gt;And dreams are so clear of the knowing well&lt;br /&gt;It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rise of each fall and what you do long&lt;br /&gt;Streams of the rivers of all going high&lt;br /&gt;Summer of dreaming in bird’s ways tongue&lt;br /&gt;Into the cast of the coming and the try&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams are so clear in their foretell&lt;br /&gt;It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings are trying to have their saying&lt;br /&gt;Given their time and taste to place&lt;br /&gt;Everything is out in their new comer weighing&lt;br /&gt;That was lost in times of their ways&lt;br /&gt;And dreams are so clear of the knowing well&lt;br /&gt;It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longings in the distance are giving their all&lt;br /&gt;With every dream that they have found&lt;br /&gt;Each in true knocking and to its own call&lt;br /&gt;That comes here again around and around&lt;br /&gt;And dreams are so clear of the knowing well&lt;br /&gt;It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every footstep going to whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Making their dreaming all come again true&lt;br /&gt;Where are the stakes that people up wakes?&lt;br /&gt;When they become noticing the new&lt;br /&gt;In the dreams that are clear of the knowing well&lt;br /&gt;And bringing them inside its own kind of spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going forever into its own goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Without a try of the fates that comes to your door&lt;br /&gt;Rises of dreams in their low and their high&lt;br /&gt;Something is always in a standing for a store&lt;br /&gt;And dreams are so clear of the knowing well&lt;br /&gt;It‘s bringing you inside its own kind of spell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-4971195528380625659?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/4971195528380625659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=4971195528380625659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/4971195528380625659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/4971195528380625659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams-are-so-clear.html' title='The Dreams Are So Clear'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-6402397673698829520</id><published>2008-07-11T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:24:18.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song to the Road</title><content type='html'>There are days that are going we have known&lt;br /&gt;To the roads of the dreams that have left&lt;br /&gt;With distances in clouds drifts that have flown&lt;br /&gt;In the grass swaying of its time and bereft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many miles from their home they still long&lt;br /&gt;For the days that are gone on to the road&lt;br /&gt;Memories that come again and are so strong&lt;br /&gt;With their ways and their dreaming in load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young hearts are now finding what they need&lt;br /&gt;In many times more than the stretching mile&lt;br /&gt;Every given that comes in and the days read&lt;br /&gt;From the looks of the world and its beguile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find what you need till it’s all gone&lt;br /&gt;But there are no means to bring it all around&lt;br /&gt;For the traveling heart must carry still on&lt;br /&gt;In the dust of the roads that have been found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like tomorrow is still only a dream in today&lt;br /&gt;With its times in our thoughts that are going&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lives till it comes to us some way&lt;br /&gt;Through the efforts of our own that is showing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-6402397673698829520?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/6402397673698829520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=6402397673698829520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/6402397673698829520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/6402397673698829520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-to-road.html' title='A Song to the Road'/><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-4252264520018093056.post-1355046256075983080</id><published>2008-07-10T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:19:44.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the Moments</title><content type='html'>Taking the day in its wildness&lt;br /&gt;Ongoing town of love's caress&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of the moments and their amass&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness of time through the fresh&lt;br /&gt;Longing and dreaming of nothing there on&lt;br /&gt;Always the going and drifting high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays in moods of forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Laden in time nowhere found&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine of this and everything else&lt;br /&gt;Longitudes there right from the start&lt;br /&gt;Driven like spears in to the heart&lt;br /&gt;Of what has been said and given around&lt;br /&gt;Strictly to ways that are right bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs in air on to the old&lt;br /&gt;Flickering way to every song&lt;br /&gt;Rocking and living and on to hold&lt;br /&gt;What dreams in reeling’s do long&lt;br /&gt;While they are here untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispering ways finding each other&lt;br /&gt;Searching around and giving of its fire&lt;br /&gt;What has been done sisters and brother?&lt;br /&gt;Finding the way to the stage once more&lt;br /&gt;Love song of sound and inside desire&lt;br /&gt;Coming around to build everything here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been played or many times said&lt;br /&gt;With inspiration moments to go&lt;br /&gt;Giving and finding the inside job done&lt;br /&gt;Like garden of pleasure found only ones&lt;br /&gt;Where everything twist into its own&lt;br /&gt;Growing of blossoms nowhere else shown&lt;br /&gt;That comes to leaves like breezing blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hanging around deep forest&lt;br /&gt;Love thoughts of whisper in the fields&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing is desperately going to rest&lt;br /&gt;But show only moments of own yields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find every fountain that comes through here&lt;br /&gt;With what is lost to be found&lt;br /&gt;Instance in tempo be everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Where there are feelings that go again around&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday living never was easy&lt;br /&gt;Came out of luck from walking about&lt;br /&gt;With something to share a little bit breezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to mornings that sun warms in&lt;br /&gt;Rising to bridges that gross over rivers&lt;br /&gt;Everything worthy in its own spin&lt;br /&gt;And a heart of the content again delivers&lt;br /&gt;Through every ocean that rises again&lt;br /&gt;Moves every rock to its state and its grain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4252264520018093056-1355046256075983080?l=the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/1355046256075983080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4252264520018093056&amp;postID=1355046256075983080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/1355046256075983080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4252264520018093056/posts/default/1355046256075983080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-buttercups-songs.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-of-moments.html' title='Thoughts of the Moments'/><author><name>Peter S. 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