Destroyer: Painter in Your Pocket

and i'm reminded
of the time that i was blinded
by the sun
it was a welcome change
from the sight of you hanging
like a willow
off the arm of yet another visionary
prophetess east van. punk

i didn't stand a chance
i couldn't stand at all
you looked ok with the others
you looked great on your own
it was 2002 and you couldn't be bothered
to say hello or goodbye
or stand the test of time
you did
i just tried to
separate an ocean from these tears we cried

where did you get that line
where did you get that look
where did you get that penchant for destruction in the way you talk

where did you get that ride
where did you get that rocket
where did you get that painter in your pocket

hey there's christine
and there's where she could've been
the summer season was cheap
birds of prey stick together
and hey so do we, go

i didn't stand a chance
i couldn't stand at all
you looked ok with the others
you looked great by yourself
it was 2002 and you needed reminding to stay alive
and so did i
but at least i tried to
fall upon that sword and never look back

Where did you get that line?
Where did you get that look?
Where did you get that penchant for destruction in the way you talk?
Where did you get that ride?
Where did you get that rocket?
Where did you get that painter in your pocket?

I didn’t stand a chance.
I didn’t stand at all.
You looked ok with the others…

Iron & Wine: Peace Beneath The City

Here’s a prayer for the body buried by the interstate
Mother of a soldier, a tree in a forest up in flames
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the women hear the washboard rhythm in their bosom when they say
"Give me good legs and a Japanese car and show me a road”

Sing a song for the bodies buried by the riverbank
A well-dressed boy and a pig with a bullet in the brain
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the white girls wander the strip mall, singing all day
“Give me a juggernaut heart and a Japanese car and someone to free"

Say something for the body buried like a keepsake
Mother of million mouths with the very same name
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the women tell the weather but never ever tell you what they pray
They pray, "Give me a yellow brick road and a Japanese car and benevolent change"

Thom Yorke: A Rat's Nest

clicks on the phone.
I cannot help you.
caught by own worm.
caught in a rat's nest.
eat own young.
chew through wires
sewn up in stitches, stitches.
deny all knowledge.
paragraph 5.
subsection b.
the comittee is content. content.
to live in a rat's nest.
rat's nest

a rats nest
caught in own mess
setting the traps
nest full of rats

vermin
eat anything
flailing
chew through wires

sit at high table
eat wild boar

secret handshake
sleeves rolled
six of the best
crack whip
trousers down

mad old men
run this town

Real Tuesday Weld: The Day Before You Came

I must have left my house at eight, because I always do.
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due.
I must have read the morning paper going into town,
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned.
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine,
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed.
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so;
The usual place, the usual bunch,
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained,
The day before you came.

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two,
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue.
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day,
And without really noticing, I must have shut a part of me away.
At five I must have left; there's no exception to the rule,
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school.
The tube back home again,
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then.
Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame,
The day before you came.

Must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so,
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go.
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on T.V.
There cannot be a sitcom or a game show that I've never seen.
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten;
I sleep so much these days, I need to be in bed by then,
Or maybe I read a while,
The latest one by Declan Gunn or something in that style.
It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim,
The day before you came.

And turning out the light,
I must have yawned and dreamt my way through yet another night,
And rattling on the roof I maybe heard the sound of rain,
"I love the rain."
The day before you came.

Real Tuesday Weld: At The House Of The Clerkenwell Kid