Radiohead: Everything In Its Right Place

Lyrics:

Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything in its right place
In its right place
In its right place
In its right place

Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon

Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything in its right place
In its right place
In its right place
Right place

Ive got two colours in my head
Ive got two colours in my head
What was that you tried to say?
What was that you tried to say?
Tried to say
Tried to say
Tried to say
Tried to say

Everything in its right place...

The Arcade Fire: The Neon Bible

Lyrics:

Vial of hope and a vial of pain
In the light they both look the same
Pull them out on the end of the rope
With every boy and girl singing

Neon Bible
Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival
If the Neon Bible is right

Take the poison of your rage
To lick your fingers when you turn the page
What I remember is what you know is right
In the city you see only lies
Its the

Neon Bible
Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival
If the Neon Bible
Is right

Oh God well look at you now
Well you lost him but you don't know how
In the light of a golden calf
Oh God I had to laugh
Take the poison of your age
To lick your fingers when you turn the page
It was wrong but you said it was right
In the future I won't read at night in the

Neon Bible
Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival
If the Neon Bible
Is true

Roger Waters & Bryan Adams: Empty Spaces

Lyrics:

What shall we use
to fill
the empty
spaces
Where waves
of hunger
roar?

Shall we set out across
the sea
of faces
In search of more
and more
applause?

Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on? Drop bombs? Do
tours of the east?
contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send
flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep
people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all

With our backs to the wall.