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

Beirut: Nantes

well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile
and I'll gamble away my fright
and I'll gamble away my time
and in a year, a year or so
this will slip into the sea
well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile

nobody raise their voices
just another night in Nantes
nobody raise their voices
just another night in Nantes

well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile
and I'll gamble away my fright
and I'll gamble away my time
and in a year, a year or so
this will slip into the sea
well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile.

Radiohead: You and Whose Army?

Come on, Come on
You think you drive me crazy, well

Come on, Come on
You and whose army
You and your cronies

Come on, Come on
Holy Roman empire

Come on if you think
Come on if you think
You can take us all
You can take us all

You and whose army
You and your cronies

You forget so easy
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses

We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
Ghost horses

Moby: I Love to Move in Here

I love to move here.. "wooo!"
i love to move in here

I love to move here.. "wooo!"
i love to move in here

(MC)
okay..
this is how its gonna go..
y'all gona move 'till ya cant no more
the dj gonna pick up records 'till his hands are sore
the lights are gonna flash
for grand masta cash
gonna kick it to you like you never heard before
the place is here
the time is now
all the fellas say ho
all the ladies say ow.
put your two hands togetha
to form a so clap
and jump back never see you ride the track
it ain't black or white
it's about the beat
if you can't rack the mic
its about the heat
you say what you're like
when im about to speak
and nobody wanna hear you anyway
so keep it moving girl (girl)
so old skool taking it back
and we ain't leaving
till we stop breathing
even if the music stops -
we continue to groove
nice and smooth
because we want y'all to move

I love to move here.. "wooo!"
i love to move in here


"i love to move in here"
"old skool takin it back again"


I love to move here.. "wooo!"
i love to move in here

"old skool takin it back again"


I love to move here.. "wooo!"
i love to move in here