<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828741086435966204</id><updated>2007-03-24T10:28:03.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plumbing Songs</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/songs/index.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828741086435966204/posts/default'></link><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/songs/atom.xml'></link><author><name>masterplumber</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www2.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828741086435966204.post-7716168389036135621</id><published>2007-02-22T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:14:05.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plumbing Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>Is this a real job?&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Caught on the wet side,&lt;br /&gt;No escape from a guarantee&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, look up to the guys like me&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a plumber, I need no sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m easy plumb, easy dough, Little dry, little flow,&lt;br /&gt;Any way the bend goes doesn’t really matter to me, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama just billed a man,&lt;br /&gt;Put a ton against his spread, made it bigger, now he’s bled&lt;br /&gt;Mama, the job had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;But now I've gone and flushed it all away&lt;br /&gt;Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to bleed him dry,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not plumbing again this time tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Carry on in the john as if nothing really splatters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, it’s time to plumb,&lt;br /&gt;The shower’s not so fine, drain’s stinking full of lime&lt;br /&gt;Good God it is shoddy but I’ve spent the dough&lt;br /&gt;I need a new hub-spigot and that’s the truth&lt;br /&gt;Mama, ooh, I don't want to buy,&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I’d never been a plumber at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little plumbing ghetto from my van&lt;br /&gt;Looks a skoosh, looks a skoosh, can of orange Tango&lt;br /&gt;Tensile bolt needs tightening, very, very exciting me&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Crapper, Thomas Crapper, Thomas Crapper Mario&lt;br /&gt;Magnifico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a plumber and nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;He's just a plumber from a plumbing family,&lt;br /&gt;Spare him the strife of bulk viscosity&lt;br /&gt;Easy plumb, easy flow, will you give me dough&lt;br /&gt;St Vincent! No, we will not give you dough&lt;br /&gt;(Give him dough!) St Vincent! We will not give you dough&lt;br /&gt;(Give him dough!) St Vincent! We will not give you dough&lt;br /&gt;(Give me dough) Will not give you dough&lt;br /&gt;(Give me dough) Will not give you dough (Give me dough) Ah&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, give me dough&lt;br /&gt;Inland revenue has a bill put aside for me&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can phone me and say it’s not dry&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can moan at me and start asking me why&lt;br /&gt;No maybe, you’ve paid it now, maybe&lt;br /&gt;I’m going out, I’m gonna get right out for beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really splatters, Anyone can pee,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really splatters,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really splatters on me&lt;br /&gt;Any way the bend goes</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/songs/2007/02/plumbing-rhapsody.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828741086435966204/posts/default/7716168389036135621'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828741086435966204/posts/default/7716168389036135621'></link><author><name>Mario</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828741086435966204.post-1425990516163876860</id><published>2007-02-22T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T02:15:12.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St Vincent</title><content type='html'>Bathroom shining white&lt;br /&gt;Fix that shower and the old bidet&lt;br /&gt;Realign that water spray&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that know the darkness in my bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Smudges on the bills&lt;br /&gt;On your knees amid the toilet spills&lt;br /&gt;Catch the slops and use your skills&lt;br /&gt;To get your payment on demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what you tried to say to me&lt;br /&gt;And how you struggled to fit that vanity&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to let them pee&lt;br /&gt;They would not plumb, they did not know how&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they’re plumbing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom shining white&lt;br /&gt;Smelly powers of strange bouquets&lt;br /&gt;Swirling clouds of violet Haze&lt;br /&gt;Reflect in St Vincent’s eyes, that china loo&lt;br /&gt;Colours of shampoo&lt;br /&gt;Morning needs, that usual strain&lt;br /&gt;Flushing faeces down the drain&lt;br /&gt;Soothed beneath the plumber’s loving hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what you tried to say to me&lt;br /&gt;And how you struggled to fit that vanity&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to let them pee&lt;br /&gt;They would not plumb, they did not know how&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they’re plumbing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they could not pay you&lt;br /&gt;But still, your bill was true&lt;br /&gt;And when no soap was left inside&lt;br /&gt;In that bathroom shining white&lt;br /&gt;You left a hole as plumbers often do&lt;br /&gt;But I could've told you, St Vincent:&lt;br /&gt;This bathroom was never meant&lt;br /&gt;For one as beautiful as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom shining white&lt;br /&gt;Towels hung in empty stalls&lt;br /&gt;Radiators in countless halls&lt;br /&gt;With guys that plumb the world with no sweat&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the plumbers that get wet&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy men in plumbing clothes&lt;br /&gt;A pipe is torn, the water flows&lt;br /&gt;Clothes lie soaking on the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I know what you tried to say to me&lt;br /&gt;And how you struggled with that vanity&lt;br /&gt;And how you tried to let them pee&lt;br /&gt;They would not plumb, they’re not plumbing still&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they never will...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/songs/2007/02/st-vincent.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828741086435966204/posts/default/1425990516163876860'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828741086435966204/posts/default/1425990516163876860'></link><author><name>Mario</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828741086435966204.post-399105642685357091</id><published>2007-02-21T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:01:02.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Number One</title><content type='html'>Sed ut perspiciatis&lt;br /&gt;unde omnis iste natus&lt;br /&gt;error sit voluptatem accusantium&lt;br /&gt;doloremque laudantium&lt;br /&gt;totam rem aperiam eaque ipsa&lt;br /&gt;quae ab illo inventore veritatis&lt;br /&gt;et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explicabo</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/songs/2007/02/song-number-one.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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