<?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-5558965053499182700</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:55:14.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyricist</title><subtitle type='html'>companion page to http://backwardpress.org/poet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingwithguitar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558965053499182700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingwithguitar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Kasamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201621731614709039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWQwc7k0RI8/Ss4iYUcHseI/AAAAAAAAABw/hg-f9uafYL0/S220/1+of+best+summers+of+my+life.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558965053499182700.post-4775429272872664142</id><published>2008-10-26T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:58:59.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Don't Know"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;written from Dan's perspective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1) original lyrics in purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my re-write of lyrics in black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You Don't Know"&lt;/strong&gt; - original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;from "Next to Normal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lyrics by Brian Yorkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;music by Tom Kitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DIANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you wake up in the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and need help to lift your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you read obituaries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and feel jealous of the dead?&lt;br /&gt;It's like living on a cliffside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not knowing when you'll dive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you know, do you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what it's like to die alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When the world that once had color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fades to white and gray and black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When tomorrow terrifies you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but you'll die if you look back–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You don't know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know you don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You say that you're hurting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it sure doesn't show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You tell me let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And you may say so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but I say, you don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sensation that you're screaming, but you never make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;Or the feeling that you're falling, but you never hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps on rushing at you day by day by day by day.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know, you don't know, what it's like to live that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a refugee, a fugitive, forever on the run.&lt;br /&gt;If it gets me it will kill me, but I don't know what I've done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;INTRO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Imagine Dan singing this in response to Diana's song. He gets double-time because he's addressing&lt;br /&gt;both Diana's depression (part A) and her mania (part B).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You Don't Know", pt. A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lyrics by Lisa Kasamoto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;springboarding off of Brian Yorkey's lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music by Tom Kitt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come home after work and I find you're still in bed&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss for what to do, but place my hand upon your head.&lt;br /&gt;It's like living in a nightmarewhen you say you want to die.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, do you knowwhat it's like to watch you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world goes on around us while our family falls apart&lt;br /&gt;We've got just one child to care for but she needs both of our hearts–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know! I know you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You say that you give up I say please God, no.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know, you want to let go&lt;br /&gt;And you may say so but I say, you don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter screams for your help, but you cannot hear or see.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm the one who's fallingbut you're never there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Your emptiness is actually a weight upon my back.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know, you don't know that I hurt from what you lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, my only choice is to keep you safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not my choice when this is the calm before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake up in the morning to find you've been up all night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's making sense, but you'll never see I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;It's like living on a fault line and I know you'll break away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, do you know what it's like to live that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're talking with our son and you say I just can't see&lt;br /&gt;When you rage day after day You're the one who can't see me–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know! I know you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You say that you're happy. You're out of control&lt;br /&gt;You don't know, I say take it slow&lt;br /&gt;and you may say No, but I say, you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're screaming that I mock you when all I did was smile&lt;br /&gt;When you're falling for another when I’ve been here all the while.&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on going faster 'til you think that you can fly.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know, you don’t know what it's like to watch you try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the tree that's in the storm forever standing tall&lt;br /&gt;but I've not been built to bend so what happens when I fall?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BACKSTORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down to do this just to see if I could. It turned out to be very healing. As someone with bipolar disorder, I am Diana and I had a Dan in my life for nine years. I saw Diana winning the argument (that’s what we do!) with the last word, heightened emotion, overpowering octave and volume, something thrown and someone shoved (plus Alice Ripley's unbeatable voice). To find myself able to say, "That's not fair" and step into Dan's shoes and give him a voice... that's the power that "Next to Normal" has to pull things out of me that &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; else could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the show, Dan does respond with a song, “I Am the One”, which is perfect emotionally, lyrically, and the way it is sung at the same time as Diana’s. Still, I felt Dan deserved to respond, in the same theme, “No, you don’t know what it’s like for me; no one looks at the healthy one; no one recognizes that I have needs too, especially you.” My instincts were right in that I discovered the song, “I’ve Been”, which is Dan’s heartbreaking side of it, from the earlier incarnation, “Feeling Electric”. The song was cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5558965053499182700-4775429272872664142?l=passingwithguitar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingwithguitar.blogspot.com/feeds/4775429272872664142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5558965053499182700&amp;postID=4775429272872664142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558965053499182700/posts/default/4775429272872664142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558965053499182700/posts/default/4775429272872664142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingwithguitar.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-dont-know_26.html' title='&quot;You Don&apos;t Know&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Kasamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201621731614709039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWQwc7k0RI8/Ss4iYUcHseI/AAAAAAAAABw/hg-f9uafYL0/S220/1+of+best+summers+of+my+life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558965053499182700.post-6082844337791147641</id><published>2008-10-26T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:03:08.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Even the Nothing Hurts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;lyrics by Lisa Kasamoto&lt;br /&gt;music borrowed from Tom Kitt's "I've Been"*&lt;br /&gt;to listen to "I've Been", click &lt;a href="http://tomkittband.com/listen.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funeral, I see, when I see spring flowers.&lt;br /&gt;I see a waste of time, in a precious day’s hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taste blood and failure, not the fruits of my wins.&lt;br /&gt;A bitter taste when sweet day begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a corner, lights turned off&lt;br /&gt;Was there some broken rule?&lt;br /&gt;The world’s the one that turned its back&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing that’s more cruel&lt;br /&gt;when even The Nothing hurts, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s unfair, feeling nothing&lt;br /&gt;Can’t miss the life I once had&lt;br /&gt;Yet there’s one nerve, one spark&lt;br /&gt;Enough to keep me that sad!&lt;br /&gt;So, even the Nothing hurts, this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people feel pain&lt;br /&gt;But I got nothing inside.&lt;br /&gt;No laughter, no grief,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me, have I cried?!&lt;br /&gt;Even the Nothing hurts, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear screaming children, when a bird above me sings&lt;br /&gt;Hear gunshots rip flesh, when the noon school bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a knife cut deep, in a hug safe and warm.&lt;br /&gt;I never feel sheltered from the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a corner, lights turned off&lt;br /&gt;Was there some broken rule?&lt;br /&gt;The world’s the one that turned its back&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing that’s more cruel&lt;br /&gt;when even The Nothing hurts, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind dries my tears and means they were indeed shed&lt;br /&gt;My own hand steadiesMy chin and raises my head.&lt;br /&gt;I..... begin&lt;br /&gt;I..... hurt within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a corner, lights turned off&lt;br /&gt;Was there some broken rule?&lt;br /&gt;The world’s the one that turned its back&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing that’s more cruel&lt;br /&gt;when even The Nothing hurts, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people feel pain&lt;br /&gt;But I got nothing inside.&lt;br /&gt;No laughter, no grief&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me, have I cried?!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfair, feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;Wanna miss what I had&lt;br /&gt;One nerve, one spark&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it keeps me that sad!&lt;br /&gt;Even the Nothing hurts this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most souls feel pain&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing inside&lt;br /&gt;no laughter, no grief&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, have I cried?!&lt;br /&gt;’cause… everything hurts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*I rewrote the lyrics to "I've Been" by Tom Kitt, my favorite song from his musical "Feeling Electric";&lt;br /&gt;the song was cut from the current version, now called "Next to Normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original lyrics to be posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5558965053499182700-6082844337791147641?l=passingwithguitar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingwithguitar.blogspot.com/feeds/6082844337791147641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5558965053499182700&amp;postID=6082844337791147641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558965053499182700/posts/default/6082844337791147641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5558965053499182700/posts/default/6082844337791147641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingwithguitar.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-nothing-hurts.html' title='&quot;Even the Nothing Hurts&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Kasamoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201621731614709039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XWQwc7k0RI8/Ss4iYUcHseI/AAAAAAAAABw/hg-f9uafYL0/S220/1+of+best+summers+of+my+life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558965053499182700.post-3288755932104187209</id><published>2008-10-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:56:49.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Beyond Being a Girl"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;original lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I Enjoy Being a Girl"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Flower Drum Song&lt;br /&gt;lyrics by: Oscar Hammerstein II&lt;br /&gt;music by: Richard Rodgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a girl and I’m me – that’s only great&lt;br /&gt;I am proud that my silhouette is curvy&lt;br /&gt;That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait&lt;br /&gt;With my hips kind of swively and swirley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore being dressed in something frilly&lt;br /&gt;When my date comes to get me at my place&lt;br /&gt;Out I go with my Joe or John or Billy&lt;br /&gt;Like a filly who is ready for the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a brand new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;With my eyelashes all in curl&lt;br /&gt;I float as the clouds on air do&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men say I’m cute and funny&lt;br /&gt;And my teeth aren’t teeth, but pearl&lt;br /&gt;I just lop it up like honey&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flip when the fella sends me flowers&lt;br /&gt;I drool over dresses made of lace&lt;br /&gt;I talk on the telephone for hours&lt;br /&gt;With a pound and a half of cream upon my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m strictly a female female&lt;br /&gt;And my future I hope will be&lt;br /&gt;In the home of a great and free male&lt;br /&gt;Who’ll enjoy being a guy, having a girl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men say I’m sweet as candy&lt;br /&gt;As around in a dance, we whirl&lt;br /&gt;It goes to my head like brandy&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone with eyes that smolder&lt;br /&gt;Says he loves every silken curl&lt;br /&gt;That falls on my ivory shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear a complimentary whistle&lt;br /&gt;That greets my bikini by the sea&lt;br /&gt;I turn and I glower and I bristle&lt;br /&gt;But I’m happy to know the whistle’s meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m strictly a female female&lt;br /&gt;And my future I hope will be&lt;br /&gt;In the home of a great and free male&lt;br /&gt;Who’ll enjoy being a guy, having a girl like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my rewrite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I’m Beyond Being a Girl"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let’s call it Flower Drum Scream&lt;br /&gt;lyrics by Lisa Kasamoto, working off of Hammerstein II's lyrics&lt;br /&gt;music by Richard Rodgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a girl and I’m me – a lousy fate&lt;br /&gt;I’m aghast that my silhouette is curvy&lt;br /&gt;So I walk with a swagger, strutting gait&lt;br /&gt;With every convention topsy-turvey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I abhor being dressed in something frilly&lt;br /&gt;When my date comes to get me at my place&lt;br /&gt;Out I go with my Jo or Dawn or Jilly&lt;br /&gt;Like a filly who is ready for the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I have a brand new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;my eyelashes all in curl&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be made over!&lt;br /&gt;I’m beyond being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men say I’m cute and funny&lt;br /&gt;My teeth grind; I want to hurl&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t call me “Honey”&lt;br /&gt;I’m beyond being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flip him off when the fella sends me flowers&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at dresses made of lace&lt;br /&gt;I don’t stand at the mirror for hours&lt;br /&gt;I’m just me – this is my one and only face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m strictly a tomboy female&lt;br /&gt;And my future I hope will be&lt;br /&gt;In the home of a carefree female&lt;br /&gt;Who’ll enjoy being a girl, finding true love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men say I’m sweet as candy&lt;br /&gt;A warning flag I unfurl&lt;br /&gt;I need a stiff drink of brandy&lt;br /&gt;I’m beyond being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone with eyes that smolder&lt;br /&gt;Says he loves every silken curl&lt;br /&gt;I swear and I punch him on the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I’m beyond being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear a complimentary whistle&lt;br /&gt;That greets my tee-shirt by the sea&lt;br /&gt;I turn and I glower and I bristle&lt;br /&gt;To make sure that that whistle’s not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m strictly a tomboy female&lt;br /&gt;And my future I hope will be&lt;br /&gt;In the home of a carefree female&lt;br /&gt;Who’ll enjoy being a girl, knowing true love with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;The other rewrites of lyrics were inspired by the amazing Next to Normal.&lt;br /&gt;This one had a less lofty inspiration, that the only time you’ll catch me as&lt;br /&gt;a girly girl would be on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5558965053499182700-3288755932104187209?l=passingwithguitar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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