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	<description>Scott Bradford has been building web sites and using them to say what he thinks since 1995, which tended to get him in trouble with power-tripping assistant principals at the time. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Public Administration from George Mason University, but has spent most of his career (so far) working on public- and private-sector web sites. He is not a member of any political party, and brands himself an ‘independent constitutional conservative.’ In addition to holding down a day job and blogging about challenging subjects like politics, religion, and technology, Scott is also a devout Catholic, gun-owner, bike rider, and music lover with a wife and two cats.</description>
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		<title>Writing Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2004 20:43:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I close my eyes to write the song Rolled over in bed and it&#8217;s gone all wrong The song was writing me.]]></description>
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		<title>Knotty Nap</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2003 20:42:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I woke up in California Surrounded by gubernatorial candidates They say it&#8217;s the fruit and nut state I believe them I woke up in an L.A. alley With pieces of corn stuck in my shoes A guy walks up to mug me And what have I got to lose I said, &#8220;I&#8217;ve got about fifty [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Writer&#8217;s Block</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2003 20:34:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I can&#8217;t think of anything Worthwhile or worth saying Locked up in my room With my computer I&#8217;ve been playing Heading over to theonion.com Or readin&#8217; about a new suicide bomb Writer&#8217;s block, yeah Writer&#8217;s block Write down a few words Try to get those juices flowin&#8217; Stuck up in a rut With my computer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tired</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jan 2003 20:47:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yeah, I could turn around and look around And pad the ground with decibels of sound And wonder what you do when I&#8217;m not around But that&#8217;s never been my style And I&#8217;m tired, I&#8217;m just tired, I&#8217;m so tired Tired, tired, tired all out So I could try around and cry around And fly [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Shadow Boxing</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2002 20:40:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You run it like a kingpin You&#8217;ll tear down those walls You try and you try and You know it all Run run run, run like it hurts Tastes like sugar and A hand up her skirt Ooooh, it&#8217;s not about tonight Ooooh, you&#8217;ve got it good alright You know it like a true song [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Making Faces at the Moonlight</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2002 20:35:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Star light Star bright Fifteenth star I see tonight Sitting in the corner Making faces at the moonlight Making faces at the moonlight He sees Shadow Falling softly in the sun He sits in the corner Making faces at the moonlight Making faces at the moonlight So is he you? Was he me? Is he [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Just a Little Longer</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2002 20:33:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just a little longer Keep the train rolling Song after song Night after night Another highway Another town Another cheering crowd So loud Just a little longer Gotta keep it going Shovel the coal Burn the midnight oil Another highway Another town Another cheering crowd So loud Just a little longer Keep the world turnin&#8217; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Blue</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2001 20:44:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[9:32pm Standing in the pouring rain Loosing my sanity Loosing my clarity Leaning against the bark bench Trying to keep my head up Above those soldiers in the trenches With their little metal cups Remembering what it was like in &#8217;85 Those dark alleys, that piercing eye There was blood on the ground But still [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Ballad of Peter Spoo</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2001 20:41:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Peter Spoo was a nice boy Always talked politely All the men shook his hand All the girls gave him a hug Peter Spoo was a nice boy Peter Spoo was a nice boy Peter Spoo was a nice boy Peter Spoo was a nice boy Always cleaned his shoes They paid him for his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Way Home</title>
		<link>http://www.scottbradford.us/2001/07/25/my-way-home/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2001 20:45:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Call me crazy The oceans fly by underneath Call me crazy Saltwater faking sea And maybe…yeah maybe If the water weren&#8217;t so wavy I&#8217;d be clear If the clouds weren&#8217;t so soft I&#8217;d have a heart If the dark world lightened And the silence heightened Maybe I&#8217;d find my way home And the parabolic energy [...]]]></description>
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