Goldfrapp: Ooh La La

dial up my number now
weaving it through the wire

wwitch me on
turn me up
don't want it baudelaire
just glitter lust
switch me on
turn me up

i want to touch you
you're just made for love

i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la
i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la

coils up and round me
teasing your poetry
switch me on
turn me up
oh child of venus
you're just made for love

i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la
i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la.

i wanna love some more
it'll never be the same
a broken heel like a heart
i'll never walk again

yeah
i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la
i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la

Andrew Bird: The Water Jet Cilice

photo by bahar

i knew this one girl
drowned in her own curls
candy colored swirls
that never seemed to end

i could not comprehend
half what she said to me
so casually
all our tender ears would bend

tales of ritual self-torture
she's making you abort your
carefully laid plans
to make a final stand
rest the world to hand
scoreless victory for serendipity