http://www.viddler.com/explore/folkpoet80/videos/20/ A feed showing comments on this specific video Mon, 21 Dec 2009 17:52:29 GMT 2009-12-21T17:52:29Z http://www.viddler.com/store/bigbg_d4b14e2a.png http://www.viddler.com/explore/folkpoet80/ folkpoet80 http://www.viddler.com/explore/folkpoet80/videos/20/comments/2 <p><a href="http://www.viddler.com/explore/bbautista/" >bbautista</a> posted a comment (0:0-1):</p><p>Quality is nice amigo. Next time show your face!</p><p><a href="http://www.viddler.com/explore/bbautista/" ><img src="http://www.viddler.com/store/bigbg_b6a80f58.png" border="0" /></a></p> Mon, 08 Sep 2008 02:50:41 GMT http://www.viddler.com/explore/folkpoet80/videos/20/comments/2 bbautista 2008-09-08T02:50:41Z http://www.viddler.com/explore/folkpoet80/videos/20/comments/1 <p><a href="http://www.viddler.com/explore/folkpoet80/" >folkpoet80</a> posted a comment (0:0-1):</p><p>Lyrics: It's a lesson too late for the learnin' Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin' In your hand, in your hand. [Cho:] Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind? Well, I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind. You've got reasons a-plenty for goin'. This I know, this I know. For the weeds have been steadily growin'. Please don't go, please don't go. As I lie in my bed in the mornin', Without you, without you. Every song in my breast dies a bornin', Without you, without you.</p><p><a href="http://www.viddler.com/explore/folkpoet80/" ><img src="http://www.viddler.com/store/bigbg_d4b14e2a.png" border="0" /></a></p> Sun, 07 Sep 2008 22:54:41 GMT http://www.viddler.com/explore/folkpoet80/videos/20/comments/1 folkpoet80 2008-09-07T22:54:41Z