Fleet Foxes: White Winter Hymnal

I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin’ in the snow
And I turned ’round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime

Human Highway: The Sound

Got nothing left but it ain't bringin' me down
I'm just gonna follow the sound

And the sound is pleasing
When it sounds like it is breathing
There's no one around
To hear the notes falling down
Nobody seems to care
The feeling isn't there
Like it was all a bad dream
Now we're looking everywhere

You keep searching
You keep on searching

Got nothing left but it ain't bringin' me down
I'm just gonna follow the sound

That ringing in my ears
Oh whats that sound
It's the cold death knell
Of the big ships bell
See the strings unwound
See them lying on the ground
Can't pick up your guitar
Cause you've forgotten the sound

We'll keep searching
Keep on searching

Got nothing left but it ain't bringin' me down
I'm just gonna follow the sound

Great Lake Swimmers: Your Rocky Spine

I was lost in the lakes
And the shapes that your body makes
That your body makes, that your body makes
That your body makes

The mountains said I could find you here

They whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear
I traced my finger along your trails
Your body was the map, I was lost in it

Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you?re mine
Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you?re mine

I was moving across your frozen veneer
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The sky was dark but you were clear
Could you feel my footsteps
And would you shatter, would you shatter, would you

And with your soft fingers between my claws
Like purity against resolve
I could tell, then and there, that we were formed from the clay
And came from the rocks for the earth to display

They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair
They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind rages through your hair

Andrew Bird: Fake Palindromes

my dewy-eyed disney bride what has tried
swapping your blood with formaldehyde?

monsters?

whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide!
Jesus don't you know that you coulda died
with the monsters what talk
monsters what walk the earth

she's got red lipstick
and a bright pair of shoes
knee high socks
what to cover a bruise
she's got an old death kit
she's been meaning to use
blood in her eyes in her eyes for you
she's got blood in her eyes for you

certain fads, stripes and plaids singles ads
run you hot and cold like a rheostat I mean a thermostat
so you bite on a towel
hope it won't hurt too bad

she says I like long walks and sci-fi movies
you're six foot tall and east coast bred
some lonely night we can get together
and I'm gonna tie your wrists with leather
and drill a tiny hole into your head

The Real Tuesday Weld: Ruth, Roses, and Revolvers

Let’s make a film, it’ll be such fun
All you need is a girl and a gun,
Apparently

We’ll pump it full of art and sex
It’ll make a sure-fire success
Of you and me

And if I crumble in the face of lust
The porn, pain and prescription drugs
Will get me through

So don’t tell me I’m not thinking straight
I’m looking rough but I’m feeling great
I promise you

There’s no turning back, Ruth

It’s too much love that’s killing me
So that method stuff and your empathy
I just don’t need

Performance problems in the bed
We’ll beef up your part with blood and sweat
Just make-believe

That you’re as happy as a bird
Who thinks that “cage” is just a word
We call home

And all your existential holes
Will clog up when the camera rolls
I swear

No, there’s no turning back, Ruth
There’s no turning back, Ruth

The world’s too big and life’s too short
To act so badly out of sorts
We all grow up

But it feels like the end has come
And we’ve only just begun
To live, my love

No, there’s no turning back, Ruth

All you need’s
A girl, and a gun
Give a gun

Lykke Li: Dance Dance Dance

Having troubles telling how I feel
But I can dance, dance, dance
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean
But I can dance, dance, dance
So when I trip on my feet
Look at the beat
The words are, written in the sand
When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing
The words are written in the air

Dance,
I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do

Easy conversations, there's no such thing
No I'm shy, shy, shy
My hips they lie 'cause in reality I'm shy, shy, shy
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But when I trip on my feet
Look at the ground
The words are written in the dust
When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing
The words are written in the air

Dance,
I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do

Dance, dance, dance

Sia: Sunday

For those who've slept
For those who've kept
Themselves jacked up
How Jesus wept
Sunday
Sunday

For those in need
For those who speed
For those who try to slow their minds with weed
Sunday
Sunday

For those who wake
With a blind headache
Who must be still
Who will sit and wait
For sunday, to be monday

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away

For those with guilt
For those who wilt
Under pressure
No tears over spilt milk
Sunday
Sunday

Sunday
Sunday

Sunday
Sunday

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway

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