<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post8437446194083709875..comments</id><updated>2008-12-26T21:09:39.492-06:00</updated><category term='how to play screaming infidelities by dashboard confessional'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='how to play butterfly by weezer'/><category term='weezer'/><category term='butterfly'/><title type='text'>Comments on -iampabloeh-: -song of the week-</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/feeds/8437446194083709875/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html'/><author><name>pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343263527417831959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFhIsMKEa0o/SL86-1ENI6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7s0utfrGozo/S220/pablo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-462332223264367142</id><published>2008-12-26T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:09:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>peg...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yeah that makes sense too. im going ...</title><content type='html'>peg...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;yeah that makes sense too. im going back and forth still from my theory to something more centered around drug use. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;a few of the lines are just too vague for me to decide forsure. i feel like im relying on personal experience and feeling too much to shape my view of the song.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/462332223264367142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/462332223264367142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html?showComment=1230347340000#c462332223264367142' title=''/><author><name>pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343263527417831959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFhIsMKEa0o/SL86-1ENI6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7s0utfrGozo/S220/pablo.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-8437446194083709875' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/posts/default/8437446194083709875' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-348827824'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-2196933402785234471</id><published>2008-12-26T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:27:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's a turbulant relationship on the rocks...</title><content type='html'>I think it's a turbulant relationship on the rocks... the first two paragraphs being present day...spiraling back to the past...  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;1st paragraph... He's having a emotional breakdown... he's questioning why she didn't leave... what she wanted from him...  &lt;BR/&gt;2nd: WHERE HE IS IN LIFE RIGHT NOW!! (FINE BUT NOT FINE)&lt;BR/&gt;3rd: The biblical food manna was a spirital food SOME believe it was mushrooms "magic ones" others just what you said.  He starts to say he remembers when she found out.... and I THINK the manna reference is just thrown in there so we get an idea of what's gonna happen...&lt;BR/&gt;4th: so we know she found out... he finds out HE'S A MESS!!  The relationship is turbulant he hasn't heard what she's said in "a couple 100 days" BUT HE HEARD what she said. He just needs to see her face to comprehend .... WHAT'D YOU SAY??&lt;BR/&gt;5th: he puts his feelings aside (shakes it off) asks her if she too is OK... because again he's FINE or a least acting it (like in the beginning of the song) HE CAN TELL IN HER VOICE she IS NOT!!&lt;BR/&gt;6th:  they drive home....  HE TAKES IN SOME MANNA.... being whatever you want to believe it is.... BUT HE'S AT PEACE his nights have been restless up until now BUT for the moment .... HE FALLS ASLEEP!! &lt;BR/&gt;7th: HE WAKES...the blood is DRY (he's been asleep awhile), He's in SHOCK (shock is "sobering" moment) he knows there are noises/time is passing (feels audible cracks) but he's in his OWN WORLD...  HE KNOWS IT's over (the blood is dry and she's hanging from the curtains she used)  HE REALIZES how much he LOVES HER (she's perfect) .... he has a breakdown... (NOW THE PAINTING and thoughts not entirely intact could having mean of his OWN DEPRESSION or drugs) He calls the ambulance BUT IS PRAYING FOR A MIRACLE!!&lt;BR/&gt;the last lines I believe is his acceptance of her death, the crying of the baby meaning she's reaching out to him that it wasn't his fault.... &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;-peg</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/2196933402785234471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/2196933402785234471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html?showComment=1230344820000#c2196933402785234471' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-8437446194083709875' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/posts/default/8437446194083709875' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-968903590'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-330077000659802031</id><published>2008-11-15T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:19:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>curtains that hung from your neck...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this l...</title><content type='html'>curtains that hung from your neck...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;this line got me too. ive got 2 theories on it. a hospital gown could look like curtains hanging from her neck...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;OR...and i think this one makes more sense...imagine her already knowing the baby is lost...and him sitting in the waiting room or in the car or whatever waiting for her. he looks up and and sees her walking towards him...head down. a long haired girl with her head down. her hair could like curtains hanging from her neck. i think it just means he could tell it was over by her posture. head down staring at the ground.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/330077000659802031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/330077000659802031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html?showComment=1226798340000#c330077000659802031' title=''/><author><name>pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343263527417831959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFhIsMKEa0o/SL86-1ENI6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7s0utfrGozo/S220/pablo.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-8437446194083709875' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/posts/default/8437446194083709875' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-348827824'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-3061401790446770167</id><published>2008-11-15T01:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:46:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you are right...After listening to the son...</title><content type='html'>I think you are right...After listening to the song after your take on it, that makes sense..I still don't get the curtains that hung from your neck...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I thought it was drugs because of the line "Back when my thoughts were not entirely intact" more so than the manna...and I wonder if the manna line is that his life was going well and he took it for granted, pulled away from God (the good things were like a drug in that they made him think he didn't need God), and then things fell apart?&lt;BR/&gt;Those are my thoughts for the moment anyways..and I am pretty tired...I tried to post last night, but for some reason it didnt work..user error I am sure..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/3061401790446770167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/3061401790446770167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html?showComment=1226735160000#c3061401790446770167' title=''/><author><name>tasimira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672179232047290380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-8437446194083709875' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/posts/default/8437446194083709875' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1956492205'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-2770833995215172069</id><published>2008-11-13T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:31:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ps&lt;br&gt;i thought car accident at first too. but the...</title><content type='html'>ps&lt;BR/&gt;i thought car accident at first too. but the more i read and listen...the less i think there was an accident. "the feeling of audible cracks" i think is just a fancy way of saying that he could almost hear and feel the situation breaking. it was so devastating that he could hear and feel this fragile thing breaking. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;and the "teeth ripping out of my head"...i think hes just expressing an intense emotion here. anger...frustration...grief. i almost imagine him just yelling out in anger or grief.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/2770833995215172069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/2770833995215172069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html?showComment=1226601060000#c2770833995215172069' title=''/><author><name>pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343263527417831959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFhIsMKEa0o/SL86-1ENI6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7s0utfrGozo/S220/pablo.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-8437446194083709875' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/posts/default/8437446194083709875' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-348827824'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-7681903305302560429</id><published>2008-11-13T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:28:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my take: it starts out with a devastated man imagi...</title><content type='html'>my take: it starts out with a devastated man imagining killing himself. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i think the "manna is a hell of a drug" line is not a drug reference. i think its about blessings from god. (manna from heaven) i think hes devastated and feeling like he cant get enough comfort from god. (or blessings)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;long story short, think its a miscarriage. i think its about his reaction to his wife/girlfriend telling him that she miscarried. and then the event causes a separation in the relationship..and leads him to lonliness and dispair...but eventually he either remembers the daughter....or realizes another is on the way...and feels love again for his wife/girlfriend...or child. (old one..or possible new one) or just love in general. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;thats the really quick "on my lunch break" version of my take. sorry if its sloppy.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/7681903305302560429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/7681903305302560429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html?showComment=1226600880000#c7681903305302560429' title=''/><author><name>pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343263527417831959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFhIsMKEa0o/SL86-1ENI6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7s0utfrGozo/S220/pablo.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-8437446194083709875' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/posts/default/8437446194083709875' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-348827824'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-327837656393812508</id><published>2008-11-12T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:28:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the guy feels lost and alone...on drugs? He gets i...</title><content type='html'>the guy feels lost and alone...on drugs? He gets into a car accident, killing his wife/girlfriend. She was pregnant, and he realizes he feels love for this child..not sure if it is because he lost it or because he lost his lady and now has the child...or maybe it is just him imagining the life he could have had if he had not screwed up.&lt;BR/&gt;Is it kinda "you don't know what you got 'til it's gone" type thing?&lt;BR/&gt;  Ok, so now what is your take on it?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/327837656393812508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/327837656393812508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html?showComment=1226550480000#c327837656393812508' title=''/><author><name>tasimira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672179232047290380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-8437446194083709875' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/posts/default/8437446194083709875' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1956492205'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-3479461425779203762</id><published>2008-11-09T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:42:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon second reading I no longer feel a bit suicida...</title><content type='html'>Upon second reading I no longer feel a bit suicidal and am going to spare you the punching of the neck.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/3479461425779203762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/3479461425779203762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html?showComment=1226248920000#c3479461425779203762' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-8437446194083709875' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/posts/default/8437446194083709875' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1295286025'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-8669275847711985367</id><published>2008-11-09T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:40:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Um... this song just kinda made me want to kill my...</title><content type='html'>Um... this song just kinda made me want to kill myself.  I'm going to go tickle the dogs now and then maybe head down to your house to deliver your snow hating self a neck punch.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/8669275847711985367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/8437446194083709875/comments/default/8669275847711985367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html?showComment=1226248800000#c8669275847711985367' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.iampabloeh.com/2008/11/song-of-week.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28572529.post-8437446194083709875' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28572529/posts/default/8437446194083709875' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1810789265'/></entry></feed>
