Radiohead: Fake Plastic Trees

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out.

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out.
It wears him out, it wears . . .

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
Oh, oh.

Andrew Bird: Scythian Empires

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Five day forecast bring black tar rains and hellfire
While handpicked handpicked handler's kid gloves tear at the inseams
Their Halliburton attache cases are useless
While scotch guard Macintoshes shall be carbonized
Now they're offering views of exiting empires
Such breathtaking views of Scythian empires

Scythian empires, horsemen of the Russia steppe
Scythian empires, archers of an afterthought
Routed by Sarmations, thwarted by the Thracians
Scythian empires

Scythian empire, exiting empire
Scythian empire, exiting empire
Routed by Sarmations, thwarted by the Thracians
Scythian empire
Kings of Macedonia, Scythian empire

Santogold: Anne

My name is Anne, I got a plan
I may lack virtue
But I'm penitent
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
To lose my mind
It's never easy
A shadow still
there's weight to me
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh


J,j,jesus Pieces
Rescue me
the more I try
the more it gets too complicated

J,j,jesus pieces
Rescue me
The more I give up
The more it takes
The more it takes


My name is Anne, I'll take a stand
I'll hold my head up dig on in
Ah-oooooooh
You can bait me for the hell of it
I'll take it for the hell of it

See it there, but it's too far ahead
Go numb from how bad I want it
See it there but it's too far ahead
And I hear you calling to me right from here

J,j,jesus Pieces
Rescue me
the more I try
the more it gets too complicated

J,j,jesus pieces
Rescue me
The more I give up
The more it takes
The more it takes

Desroyer: Certain Things You Ought to Know

It was cutting. It was done with style.
It was just a way to see you smile.
Shadows in the snow:
There are certain things you ought to know.
There are certain things you ought to know.

Springtime on the barricades -
Our Springtime Charades.
Oh, don't mind me, it's just that vipers define me
And I never thought it'd be this way...
Springtime on the barricades -
Our Springtime Charades.
Now don't mind me, it's just that vipers define me
And I never thought it'd be this way...

Bridges made of sand
Are the ones in your hand.
Let go...
There are certain things you ought to know.
There are certain things you ought to know...

All a dagger can ever be
Is a ship against the sea
Turning to snow...

MGMT: Weekend Wars

Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change.
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much

Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love

Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
It's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars

Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love

I'm a curse and i'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin

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