U.Fucking.O. Tunes

i'm being too lazy to update here with one song a day, so i decided to post a playlist a week:

if you're a chill, yet a weirdo crowd then this playlist is for you when you're on the road together. or even alone. and you haven't heard a single piece of it yet.

p.s. i strongly recommend foxytunes to stream and listen to online audio files.

PLF96-98: U.Fucking.O. Tunes (MP3 Files)

A stranger reaching out for your hand
An outlaw after hours leaning in
So if you see me acting out...understand
To be left out in the snow without a coat
Can do bad things to a man

Strand and my insides are burning up
Outdoors catching cold, breathing smoke
So if you set me off I'll burst into flames
Well it's a baptism by fire, breathe in the heat
This does odd things to a man and
Love is strange

Skeleton man he says "I don't care"
A chest left empty of the heart's affairs
Well, it can carry other things that weigh much less
And a head all hollowed out leaves me alone
And I can get some rest

Secrets, little secrets, when I'm not here
And skeleton men and friends reappear
So if you see me acting out, you should know
Hands and knees knelt down and scraped, skin replaced bone
I once was a skeleton
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

When someone loves you very much
You're fucked

Alan Parson: We Play The Game

You drink the wine
You play the fool
You cross the line
You lose your cool
But no one cares
Still no one cares

You raise the bar
Lost in a trance
One bridge too far
No second chance
But no one cares
Still no one cares

We play the game
We hold our own
We fight to win
We stand alone

You had a dream
You cast the dice
Your shady scheme
You paid the price
But no one cares
Still no one cares

We play the game
With hearts of stone
You lose again
You're on your own

A turning tide
A streak of light
Arms open wide
The end's in sight
And someone cares
Yes someone cares

We play the game
We hold our own
We fight to win
We stand alone

Beirut: Guyamas Sonora

In the hall I heard your faints falling,
your trial and my corrections made.

You have all the prayers of my loose heart.
You have all the prayers of .

No I was not there on the church stairs.
The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear

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