Interpol: The Undoing

I was on my way
I was on my way to tell you it's no good
I was on my way
Chasing my damage

I was chased, thrilled and altered
Chasing my damage
Because I was chased, thrilled and altered
And it raised me

Suele tener
Me suelto
Me suelto en el deshacer
Al puro perder el ganar no compara

I always thought you had great style
And style was worthwhile
Because I was
I was on my way
Sobreviviré

Chasing my damage
I was chased, thrilled and altered
And it raised me
Chasing my damage
Because I was chased, thrilled and altered
And it raised me

Suele tener
Me suelto
Me suelto en el deshacer
Al puro perder el ganar no compara

Please please the place we're in now
Please
(All night long)
Please please the place we're in now
Please
(All night long)
Please please the place we're in now
Please
Please please the place we're in now
Please

Beach House: Used To Be

You are coming home
Are you still alone
Are you not the same as you used to be
As the sound grows high
Did you save your tie
Does each day just feel like another life
Now you know
Is it just for show
Just a foolish game that you hide behind
Dont forget the nights
When it all felt right
Are you not the same as you used to be
Used to be

In a landless night
Did you feel the fright
Of the age that wasnt
Could never be
So we hold it close
When we feel the most
Like a love that we could not leave behind
We turn the wheel
To which way we feel
Till our thoughts drift
I can not find you there
Don't forget the nights when it all felt right
Are you not the same as you used to be
Used to be

Even if i try so hard
Would we still be coming to an end
Even if we spoke the same words
Would we still turn each phrase
Even if its simple rock stars
We were given pieces of the heart
And when there is nothing left to pretend
We will know its coming to an end

Even if we try so hard
We were given pieces of our heart
Its always good to see you again
Even if its coming to an end

Bon Iver: For Emma

Bon Iver: Skinny Love
Album: For Emma, Forever Ago
(download: 6.2mg - mp3)

Bon Iver: For Emma
Album: For Emma, Forever Ago
(download: 6.2mg - mp3)

Skinny Love

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And in the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
And I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
And then who the hell was I?
And I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?

For Emma

Narrator:
(So apropos:
Saw death on a sunny snow)

Him:
"For every life..."

Her:
"Forego the parable."

Him:
"Seek the light."

Her:
"...My knees are cold."

(Running home, running home, running home, running home...)

Her:
"Go find another lover;
To bring a... to string along!"

"With all your lies,
You're still very lovable."

"I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago."

Blue October: X-Amount of Words

Blue October: X-Amount of Words
Album: Foiled
(download: 5.1mg - mp3)

Blue October: X-Amount of Words (Live)
Album: Foiled for the Last Time
(download: 9mg - mp3)

Relapse
Prevent trigger intent
Now drown
High strung
Say X amount of words

You're solar, bipolar
Panic disorder
Seems harder and harder and harder
Still you try to control it

You mold, you mold
Yeah you shape to mold
Oh you're bold you're bold
But your shape is bold

You're a symptom superficial
To what they call knowing you
Minus the speed,
Could you imagine the phobia?

Your brain is faulty wiring
the reason for tiring
Keep treating the curse,
Imagine the worst
Systematic, sympathetic
Quite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic
Your heart is prosthetic

A plate of quite peculiar
On a dish of my own
A tablespoon of feather
tickle me to the bone
Give me recipes for happy
with the chemicals gone
Drinking freedom from a bottle
to the tune of belong

I'm sick of shaking
never waking
from the hell I achieve
I never knew you till you left me
with the crying disease

Another curing, reassuring
way to buckle the knees
So mistreated, I repeated
Never blessing your sneeze

Now deleted and defeated
I will stand on my own
Yeah your memory that punches me
has broken the bone

Give me recipes for sorry
I'm admitting I'm wrong
Still your memory that punches me
has broken the bone

Nouvelle Vague: Fade To Grey

One man on a lonely platform
One case sitting by his side
Two eyes staring cold and silent
Shows fear as he turns to hide

Ah, ah, we fade to grey
Ah, ah, we fade to grey

Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song
(Un homme dans une gare desolee
Une valise a ses cotes
Deux yeux fixes et froids
Montrent de la peur lorsqu'il
Se tourne pour se cacher)

Stepping out from a backdrop poster
Wishing life wouldn't be so dull

(Sent la pluie comme un ete anglais
Comme les notes d'une chanson lontaine
Sortant de derriere d'un poster
Esperant que la vie ne fut si longue)

Ah, ah, we fade to grey
Ah, ah, we fade to grey

Radiohead: Go Slowly

Over here
Come slowly
Come slowly to me
I've been waiting
Patient
Patiently
I didn't
But now I can see

That there's a way out
That there's a way out

That there's a way out
That there's a way out
That there's a way out

Clayhill: Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life Ive had
Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

Ludovico Einaudi (This is England)

Nouvelle Vague: All My Colors / Guns of Brixton

All My Colors

Flying and you know I'm not coming down
You're trying but you know you must soon go down
All my colours turn to clouds
All my colours turn to clouds

Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo

Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo

What d'you say when your heart's in pieces?
How d'you play those cards in sequence?
That box you gave me burned nicely
That box you gave me burned nicely

Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo

Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo
Zimbo, zimbo, zimbo, zimbo

Flying down, flying down
All my colours turn to clouds
All my colours turn to clouds

Hey, I'm flowing, hey, I'm flowing
All my colours turn to clouds
All my colours turn to clouds
All my colours turn to clouds

All my colours turn to clouds
All my colours turn to clouds

Flying and you know I'm not coming down
You're trying but you know you must soon go down
All my colours turn to clouds

Guns of Brixton
(feat. Camille)
(The Clash)

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yeah, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I'd do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
With you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I'd do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No...

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Rainbow: The Temple Of The King

One day, in the year of the fox
Came a time remembered well,
When the strong young man of the rising sun
Heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the year of the fox,
When the bell began to ring,
It meant the time had come for one to go
To the temple of the king.

There in the middle of the circle he stands,
Searching, seeking.
With just one touch of his trembling hand,
The answer will be found.
Daylight waits while the old man sings,
Heaven help me!
And then like the rush of a thousand wings,
It shines upon the one.
And the day has just begun.

One day in the year of the fox
Came a time remembered well,
When the strong young man of the rising sun
Heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the year of the fox,
When the bell began to sing
It meant the time had come for the one to go
To the temple of the king.

There in the middle of the people he stands,
Seeing, feeling.
With just a wave of the strong right hand, he's gone
To the temple of the king.

Far from the circle, at the edge of the world,
He's hoping, wondering.
Thinking back on the stories he's heard of
What he's going to see.
There, in the middle of a circle it lies.
Heaven help me!
Then all could see by the shine in his eyes
The answer had been found.

Back with the people in the circle he stands,
Giving, feeling.
With just one touch of a strong right hand, they know
Of the temple and the king.

Mike Bones: What I Have Left

I could promise you
With what I have left
To hold you through the night
To love you today
But maybe not the next
To leave all precious thoughts behind

I could marry you
With what I have left
But I'm certain you'll do better on your own
I curse my troubled mind
It never ever rests
I can't always be alone

I have injured you
With what I have left
But it never was my intent
You will find happiness
In the arms of other men
But will I be left with them

I could leave you
With what I have left
Would you prefer hatred or bitterness
My soul once was blessed
But it didn't take I guess
SO I'll deal with what I have left

Matthew Herbert ft. Mara Carlyle: Nice Dream

Matthew Herbert ft. Mara Carlyle: Nice Dream
Album: Exit Music - Songs With Radio Heads
Radiohead Cover(download: 8.8mg - mp3)

They love me like I was a brother
They protect me, listen to me
They dug me my very own garden
Gave me sunshine, made me happy

nice dream, nice dream
nice dream

I call up my friend the good angel
But she's out with her ansaphone
She says that she'd love to come help but
The sea would electrocute us all

nice dream, nice dream
nice dream, nice dream
nice dream, nice dream.

nice dream (if you think that you're strong enough)
nice dream (if you think you belong enough)
nice dream (if you think that you're strong enough)
nice dream (if you think you belong enough)

(Now come home, now come home)
(Now come home, now come home)

nice dream, nice dream
nice dream, nice dream

Jack Penate: Tonight's Today

I'm in a haze
an in between stage
Cos I'm not awake
but walk in a state
Of ghostly charm
a deadly calm
And my filthy palms
Reach for the harms

Today's tonight tonight's today today's tonight (2x)
Tonight's today today's tonight tonight's today
Everyday everyday everyday

Tonight just became this morning
The sun's waves at the moon
The thought has just started dawning
That there's still so much more that I can do
I shuffle into the sunlight
A zombie roaming on the day
She look's at me and says "What a sight"
A passing woman says

Today's tonight tonight's today today's tonight (2x)
Tonight's today today's tonight tonight's today

Every nights the same
I'm ringing church bells ,church bells,
I'm ringing church bells
I'm ringing church bells ,church bells,
I'm ringing church bells
I'm ringing bells

Today's tonight tonight's today today's tonight (2x)
Tonight's today today's tonight tonight's today
Everyday everyday

Diana Krall: I've Got You Under My Skin

I've got you under my skin
I have got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me
And I've got you under my skin

I have tried so, not to give in
I've said to myself this affair it never would go so well
But why should I try to resist when I know so well
That I've got you under my skin

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin' you near
In spite of a warning voice, that comes in the night and repeats in my ear
Don't you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin
Because I've got you under my skin

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin' you near
In spite of a warnin' voice, comes in the night and repeat to my ear
Don't you know you fool, never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin
Because I've got you under my skin

Neutral Milk Hotel: My Dreamgirl Don't Exist

my dream girl don't exist
and at the age of five she slit her wrists
she didn't know that i'de be hanging around
so her parents buried her in the ground
this day i can still hear the sound
of a life in outer space

my dream girl don't exist
it just you and i and this tv
and this illness seems to feel so strange
like a hench man that's about to hang
the moon, up like a ball and chain

and the weight is waiting off
feel the world so real and strung

my dream girl don't exist
just a photograph in a history book
and i beleive she had a voice and name
three children on the coast of maine
her life was in a hurricane
of love and real embrace

my dream girl don't exist
and at the age of five she slit her wrists
she didn't know that i'de be hanging around
so one day she took a strole to town
and walked infront of a greyhound
bound for new york central state

and the weight is waiting off
and the weight is waiting off
fell the world so real and strung
she know, and knows she knows
she'll never be afraid

Deastro: The Shaded Forests

When the back burner dies
And the fat lady sings
And your true love dances with plastic rings
I told you, we're gonna be fine
I told you, we're taking our time
When the wolf lays down to marry the lamb
He'll lay down his fangs, he'll lay down his plans
I told you, we're gonna be mine
I told you, we're taking our time

It was big, it was bright
It was wrong, it was right
It was dark, it was light
It was everything to me

Whom shall I fear?
We're gonna make it

We're gonna make it home

Loney Dear: Airport Surroundings

Last Night I took my bike to the airport surroundings, I got caught by the lights, they were trembling in blue. And my skin was cool and my heart sang, and when I said to myself that I will never go down. When I got lost the last time, I wasn't feeling at all. I wasn't feeling at all. I wasn't doing no good. I had a hole in my heart. I had no blood to my head. Yes I was going so low that I was gonna give up.

And you, you were all that I wanted you were all that I wanted

I took the fastest way down when I surrendered this time, I wasn't feeling no good I took the easy way out. The last pain got away when I gave up myself, I bought a ticket to hell when I met up with you. I wasn't doing no good. I had no work to be done, and the money I earned wouldn't end up too soon. So I had the time to do wrong, I had the time to go on. I've got a hole in my head and a hole in my heart.

And you, you were all that I wanted. You were all that I wanted.

Destroyer: It's Gonna Take an Airplane

Destroyer: It's Gonna Take an Airplane
Album: Your Blues
(download: 5.4mg - mp3)

It's gonna take an airplane
To get me off the ground.
I don't blame anyone who isn't sticking around,
Cause when you stick around (when you stick around!)
People like to put things in the ground.
Now, in my
Evil empire I
Am going to be a star in the night sky
Above. "So you think this is love?"
Yes, I guess so,
At least something to make it from...

Dressed like a dream dreamt by Lula magazine,
Baby you were born to be seen.
And art's just the start!
Now step inside the Widowmaker
And listen to your heart!
Always 'the play', never 'the thing'...

(Submarines don't mind spending their time in the ocean...)

Destroyer: The Fox and the Hound

The Fox and the Hound
Don't stand a chance
In the land
(In the land)
That I love...

And if you had Your Man,
And I My Woman...
And everything returned, returned

The Fox and the Hound
Don't stand a chance
In the land
(In the land)
That I love...

And if you had Your Man,
And I My Woman...
And everything returned, returned

The Fox and the Hound
Don't stand a chance
In the land
(In the land)
That I love...

And if you had Your Man,
And I My Woman...
And everything returned, returned

The Fox and the Hound
Don't stand a chance
In the land
(In the land)
That I love...

And if you had Your Man,
And I My Woman...
And everything returned, returned

Bat For Lashes: What's a Girl To Do?

We walked arm in arm
But I didn't feel his touch
A desire I'd first tried to hide,
That tingling inside was gone
And when he asked me:
'do you still love me?'
I had to look away
I didn't want to tell him
That my heart grows colder with each day

When you love so long
That the thrill is gone
And your kisses at night
Are replaced with tears
And when your dreams are on
A train to train wreck town
Then I ask you now, what's a girl to do?

He said he'd take me away
That we'd work things out
And I didn't want to tell him
But it was then I had to say
Over the times we've shared
It's all blackened out
And my bat lightning heart
Wants to fly away

When you love so long
That the thrill is gone
And your kisses at night
Are replaced with tears
And when your dreams are on
A train to train wreck town
Then I ask you now, what's a girl to do?

Iron & Wine: Wolves (Song Of The Shepherd's Dog)

Wolves by the road and a bike wheel spinning on a pawnshop wall
She’ll wring out her colored hair like a butterfly beaten in a summer rainfall
And then roll on the kitchen floor of some fucker with a pocketful of foreign change
The song of the shepherd’s dog,
A ditch in the dark in the ear of the lamb who’s going to try to run away
Whoever got that brave?

Wolves in the middle of town and a chapel bell ringing through the windblown trees
She’ll wave to the butcher’s boy with the parking lot music everybody believes
And then dive like a dying bird at any dude with a dollar at the penny arcade
The song of the shepherd’s dog,
The waiter and the check or the rooster on a rooftop waiting for day
And you know what he’s going to say

Wolves at the end of the bed and a postcard hidden in her winter clothes
She’ll weep in the back of a truck to the traitors only trying to find her bullet hole
and then run down a canopy road to some mother and a baby with a cross to bear

The song of the shepherd’s dog
a little brown flea in the bottle of oil
for your wooly wild hair,
you’ll never get him out of there

Real Tuesday Weld: It's Wonderful Li(f)e

When you're drunk and your money's spent,
I'll drive you home and I'll pay your rent,
and say you're beautiful when you're not beautiful.

And when you're sick you know I'll change your sheets,
I'll bring you drugs, sing you to sleep,
pray for miracles when you don't believe in miracles.

And all we ever need to do is to see the world the way dreamers do.
And I'd say "Never say die,"
And you'd say "It's a wonderful life"

When you grow up,
I hope you find your way,
'Cos everyone seems lost these days
I'll try to help, though I'm adrift myself.
But if I can't save you when the darkness comes,
Or prove love greater than the glum.
I'll try to pretend right up to the end.

Though all we ever need to do is to see the world the way dreamers do.
And I'd say "Never say die,"
And you'd say "It's a wonderful life."
But you know, that's a wonderful lie.

I wrote this song long before the war,
With no idea who it was for.
But now it's done.
I'm sure theres someone it was meant for.

Nouvelle Vague: Psyche

You're alone in the pack
You're feeling like you want to go home
You're feeling unfinished but you keep on going

The reason is there
You'll be falling 'til your feet are gone
Because your living a hoax
Sell us what you suss

Draw your brain, a sick inspiration
Your pill illusion
And then you follow a transfer
If you don't know the game
Then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets
It's strange

Dodge the bullet or carry the gun
The choice is yours

Yeah! Yeah!

Look at the controller
A nazi with a social degree
A middle-class hero
Rapist with your eyes on me
You pay some masturbation
A priest cheers for the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance
But Jesus, Jesus
Jesus wouldn't like it, no
Jesus wouldn't like it, no

Jill Tracy: Haunted by the Thought of You

I lock the door and I check it twice
Before I climb the stairs
I see you lurking down below
Underneath the streetlight's glare
Your footsteps approaching
A shadow cloaks the room
I revel in this nightmare
But I keep waking up too soon...

'Cause over and over again
I keep imagining
And over and over again
I fear it's true
Over and over again
Am I still haunted
Haunted by the thought of you

Your dark eyes peering
Through the wallpaper's design
You live in all the constellations
Or have I lost my mind
In the bottom of a bottle
Reflected in a spoon
I feel you right behing me
But did I just turn around to soon...

Do you believe in Destiny ?
Or are you merely testing me ?

Placebo: Protège Moi

C'est le malaise du moment
L'épidémie qui s'étend
La fête est finie on descend
Les pensées qui glacent la raison
Paupières baissées, visage gris
Surgissent les fantômes de notre lit
On ouvre le loquet de la grille
Du taudit qu'on appelle maison

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me
Protect me

Protège-moi, protège-moi [x4]

Sommes nous les jouets du destin
Souviens toi des moments divins
Planants, éclatés au matin
Et maintenant nous sommes tout seul
Perdus les rêves de s'aimer
Le temps où on avait rien fait
Il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer
Et maintenant nous sommes tout seul

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me
Protect me

Protect me from what I want (Protège-moi, protège-moi)
Protect me from what I want (Protège-moi, protège-moi)
Protect me from what I want (Protège-moi, protège-moi)
Protect me
Protect me

Protège-moi, protège-moi [x2]

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me
Protect me
[x3]

Protect me
Protect me, protège-moi

Vampire Weekend: Horchata

In December, drinking horchata
I'd look psychotic in a balaclava
Winter's cold is too much to handle
Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals

In December, drinking horchata
Look down your glasses at that aranciata
With lips and teeth to ask how my day went
Boots and fists to pound on the pavement

Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on

You'd remember drinking horchata
You'd still enjoy it with your foot on masada

Winter's cold is too much to handle
Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals

Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
Oh you had it but oh no you lost it
Looking back you shouldn't have fought it

In December, drinking horchata
I'd look psychotic in a balaclava

But winter's cold is too much to handle
Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals
Years go by and hearts start to harden
Those palms and firs that grew in your garden
Are falling down and nearing the rosebeds
The roots are shooting up through the tool shed
Those lips and teeth that asked how my day went
Are shouting up through cracks in the pavement

Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
Oh you had it but oh no you lost it
You understood so you shouldn't have fought it.

Destroyer: Bay of Pigs

Soon.
Soon.

Listen, I've been drinking
as our house lies in ruin.
I don't know what I'm doing
alone in the dark
at the park or at the pier,
watching ships disappear in the rain.

The world's just bones.
The world is black stones dressed up in the rain
with no place to go but home-
just like Nance.
On a night like this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky.

All lit up and sick of fighting
beneath the diseased lighting of the discotheque at night.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It's got that swing.

I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Magnolia's a girl. Her heart's made of wood.
As apocalypses go, that's pretty good.
Sha-la-la, wouldn't you say?

Please remove your spurs.
Come to think of it, remove your antlers.
Haven't seen you for ages.
I still fly into rages at the mention of your name,
Christine White.

I think about you often, off in the desert,
laughing your head off in the Forest of the Night.
Say a prayer for the light.

So now I live well. I live in the mine.
I'm still slinging mud at the towers all the time.
I took a walk
and threw up in an English Garden.

I was born in the North, but my father's from the South.
Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're upset- and have every right to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
Every night was a waste of time.
Every night. Every night. Every night.

You were on the side of good.
I was inside of the sea's guts,
a crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice.
A crumbling beauty trapped in Paradise,
oh yes, it was Paradise!

The tide comes in and the tide goes out again.
I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day.
The tide comes in. The tide goes away.
Oh, the tide comes in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.

A ransom note written on the night sky above
reminds me what-in-particular about this wine I love.
Like a punctured beast, better-off dead,
compliments going to my head:
La-da-da, la-da-da!

And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower),
and speaking of a world turning sour on you,
I was twenty years old in 1992.
I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright?

I was ripped on dope. You were a ray of sunshine.
I was a hopeless romantic. You were swine.
You've got to spend money to make money.
You've got to stop calling me "honey".

Oh world! You fucking explosion that turns us around!
The searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night,
and the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyard
going down, down, down, down, down, down, down.

You traveled light (all night, every night),
to arrive at the conclusion
of the world's inutterable secret,
and you shut your mouth.

I've seen it all. I've seen it all. I've seen it all.

Free and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
The wind through the trees makes you mental for me.
Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud.

Soon. Soon.

Thom Yorke: Hearing Damage

a tear in my brain
allows the voices in
they wanna push you off the path
with their frequency wires

and you can do no wrong
in my eyes
you can do no wrong
in my eyes

a drunken salesman
your hearing damage
your mind is restless
they say you’re getting better
but you don’t feel any better

your speakers are blowing
your ears are wrecking
your hearing damage
you wish you felt better
you wish you felt better

you can do no wrong
in my eyes
you can do no wrong
in my eyes
in my eyes

Sinéad O'Connor: Tiny Grief Song

I'd a terrible broken heart
You were born the day my mother was buried
My grief my grief my grief