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My life through music

This tag has been languishing in my drafts for more than a year now and I've finally been able to complete it and put it out here. Yay me!

P.S This tag comes to me by the way of Moo.

Opening Credits: Dear Prudence- The Beatles

Waking up:
I'm alive- Celine Dion

Average Day: The Beauty of Grey- Live

First Date: Good Vibrations- Beach Boys

Falling in love: The way you make me feel- Michael Jackson/ Beautiful in my eyes- Joshua Kadison

Love scene: Take my breath away- Berlin

Fight scene: Highway to the Danger Zone- Kenny Loggins

Breaking Up: You've lost that loving feeling- Righteous Brothers/ Hit the road Jack- Ray Charles

Getting back together: Heaven- Bryan Adams

Secret Love: Follow me- Uncle Kracker

Life's okay: Fields of Gold- Sting

Mental Breakdown: Freefallin- Tom Petty

Driving: Wild Thing- Jimi Hendrix

Learning a lesson: Both sides now- Joni Mitchell

Deep thought: Blowing in the wind- Bob Dylan

Flashback: Time of your life- Greenday

Partying: Gasolina- Daddy Yankee/ Rise up- Yves LaRock

Happy dance: The Elephunk Theme - Black Eyed Peas/ Dhadak Dhadak- Bunty aur Babli/ Rang De Basanti- Rang De Basanti

Regretting: How to save a life- The Fray

Long night alone: When the stars go blue- U2 and the Corrs

Death Scene: Bring me to life- Evanesence

Closing credits: Losing my religion- REM

I tag

The Mad Momma
Just call me A
Homecooked

and whoever else wants to take this up. Please don't be influenced by how long I've taken for this. I'm just lazy. It's fun, I swear.

Comments

Homecooked said…
Nice one Lyandra! I havent heard many of the songs. will take up the tag in sometime as right now my first page is filled with tags and less with recipes :)
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Homecooked: That's okay. Take your time.

@ Workhard: Thank you.

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