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Now playing: Shooglenifty - August
via FoxyTunes


Courtesy of the lady-friend's blog, an iTunes meme. Some facts about my library...

How many songs total: 4166
How many hours or days of music: 10.7 Days
Most recently played: (check out my Foxy Tunes tag at the beginning of the post)
Most played: "Main Title / Morgan's Ride" from Cutthroat Island by John Debney
Most recently added: Shooglenifty - August

Sort by song title:
First Song: A. A. Cameron's Strathspey / Mrs. Martha Knowles / The Pitnacree Ferryman / The New Shillin' -- Silly Wizard
Last Song: "7/29/04 The Day Of" from Oceans 12 by David Holmes

Sort by time:
Shortest Song: "The Shadow Knows...1994" - Alec Baldwin (:08)
Longest Song: "Alabama" from Crimson Tide by Hans Zimmer (23:50)

Sort by album:
First album: Abby Road --Immediate Music
Last album: 300 OST (ha!) - Tyler Bates

First song that comes up on Shuffle: "Cells (Instrumental)" - The Servant

Search the following and state how many songs come up:
Death: 26
Life: 23
Love: 68
Hate: 4
You: 74
Sex: 3 (The Rednex "Sex and Violins," and some suite to "The Secret Life of Elizabeth and Essex")


Also, I may make it a habit to post some poetry if I have nothing better to say. As such, here:

The Listeners
Walter De La Mare

"Is there anybody there?" asked the Traveller,
   Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
   Of the forest's ferny floor;
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
   Above the Traveller's head;
And he smote upon the door again a second time
   "Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
   No head from the leaf fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
   Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
   That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
   To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
   That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in the air stirred and shaken
   By the lonely Traveller's call.

As he felt in his heart their strangeness,
   Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
   'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote the door, even
   Louder, and lifted his head:
"Tell them I came, and no one answered
   That I kept my word," he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
   Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
   From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
   And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
   When the plunging hooves were gone.


Enough, More Later.
- James