Normally I write much longer notes when I post something new, but “Love You to 10” was my wife’s brainchild: I just acted as accompanist and producer. This, it turns out, is what happens when a math/ computer nerd writes a love song. Enjoy the lyrics…they’re virtually incomprehensible unless you, too, are a big dork.

The song is an extraordinarily Spartan recording compared to my recent standards. With all the virtual instruments at my disposal, it was an act of sheer will to leave it simple, mournful, and uncomplicated. I’m glad I managed to restrain myself, as the results are—I think you’ll agree—pretty cool.

Love You to Ten
Words and music by Angela Hall
Performed by Angela Hall (vocals, guitar) and Mike Hall (bass, keyboards)

If I am an entity than you are an instance
If I am an int array then you are an int
If you are a primitive than I am your object
I encapsulate your properties and you exist within
What I’m trying to say is that there’s no way to quantify it
But your distance has an inverse relationship
With the rate of my heartbeat, adrenaline, hormones
Perspiration, pheromones, and serotonin

I screwed this up, this wasn’t the way to begin
What I’m trying to say is I love you to 10

I don’t believe in a soul but I have distinct patterns of thinking
Unique to this physiology that concentrate
My attention and my interest to your unique patterns of speaking
And I think that approximates the definition of soulmate

I screwed this up, this wasn’t the way to begin
What I’m trying to say is I love you to 10

You see there is no formula, no quadratic equation
No algorithm, no matrix set of observation
So how can I calculate with any precision
My endocrine reaction, my level of elation
But if love is a normal curve in a dispersed population
Then we are the outliers beyond three standard deviations
If love is a function and you are left of the equal sign
Then I’ll try every integer until yours equals mine

I screwed this up, this wasn’t the way to begin
What I’m trying to say is I love you to 10

Copyright©2008, Mike and Angela Hall. All rights reserved.

Pink Floyd

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A full nights sleep,some beautiful friendships and a warm sunny Sunday are very inspiring indeed(I poached Lyndas poems title for this)

This is myself..rapping...it's what I do pimp

Because of you

Yeah.. Luv sick, luv sick Boy, ever since the day you left I've been trippin by the way that im missin you baby Oh, im addicted to your love And i'll never let you go So you might as well come home Oh, and its driving me insane Cause i miss you like crazy Baby, no, i don't want to walk away Baby listen to me say that i love you I ain't playin no more Listenin to my heart break I'm taking all i can take You just don't get it Don't you know that your love Makes my life worth living I'm luv sick (Luv you, Luv you) I want you back I want you back in my arms Wishing on the stars to come home and save my heart I want you back I need you back in my life Since the day that you left My whole world has fallen apart (Luv sick, Luv sick) I know you feel me When you sleep alone When you're at the shopping mall Or when you're stoppin by the coffee shop When you're driving in your car Listening to the radio Betcha think of me all the time I know you don't wanna be alone And do you know what you do to me Got me actin like a fool Baby don't you see? You got out of my life, outta my soul Losing my mind, outta control Searchin for truth, losing my ground Eating your love Hear me now I ain't playin no more Listenin to my heart break I'm taking all i can take You just don't get it Don't you know that your love Makes my life worth living I'm luv sick (Luv you, Luv you) I want you back I want you back in my arms Wishing on the stars to come home and save my heart I want you back I need you back in my life Since the day that you left My whole world has fallen apart (Luv sick, Luv sick)

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xiau zhu's

ayumi -koda kumi's korean version

Chris Tomlin

Our final rendition of one of our first songs called "Let Me Stand Here," a track about people you lose throughout time