v.8 Andrew Bird - Fake Palindromes
my dewy-eyed disney bride, what has tried
swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
monsters?
whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide!
jesus don’t you know that you could’ve died
(you should’ve died)
with the monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth
and she’s got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes
and she’s got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise
she’s got an old death kit she’s been meaning to use
she’s got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you
she’s got blood in her eyes for you
certain fads, stripes and plaids, singles ads
they run you hot and cold like a rheostat, i mean a thermostat
so you bite on a towel
hope it won’t hurt too bad
my dewy-eyed disney bride, what has tried
swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
what monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth
and she says i like long walks and sci-fi movies
if you’re six foot tall and east coast bred
some lonely night we can get together
and i’m gonna tie your wrists with leather
and drill a tiny hole into your head
v.4 Keane - Nothing In My Way
A turning tide
Lovers at a great divide
Why do you laugh
When I know that you hurt inside?
And why do you say
“It’s just another day
Nothing in my way
I don’t wanna go
I don’t wanna stay
So there’s nothing left to say?”
And why do you lie
When you wanna die
When you hurt inside?
Don’t know what you lie for anyway
Now there’s nothing left to say
A tell-tale sign
You don’t know where to draw the line
And why do you say
“It’s just another day
Nothing in my way
I don’t wanna go
I don’t wanna stay
So there’s nothing left to say?”
And why do you lie
When you wanna die
When you hurt inside?
Don’t know what you lie for anyway
Now there’s nothing left to say
Well for a lonely soul, you’re having such a nice time
For a lonely soul you’re having such a nice time
For a lonely soul it seems to me
that you’re having such a nice time
You’re having such a nice time
v.1 Laakso - Sunday Night
sunday night arrives
and everything’s too late again tonight
another week is gone without me getting
any of my stuff done
for the last six months
I’ve been waiting for the day to come
when I run
the thing in my life that I really wanna do
that I’m into doing
but no way
another and another day
but I’m doing this for real
and I’m doing this for love
yeah, I’m doing this for real
and I’m doing this for real, pure love
my good friends arrive
they’re here to guide
they’re here to give advice
that’s really nice
but I’d rather see things
through my very own eyes
so spair me your lifes important things
your mama’s put in your mouth
oh mom
what a weakened son you’ve got
but I’m doing this for real
and I’m doing this for love
yeah, I’m doing this for real
and I’m doing this for love
yeah, I’m in this for real
and I’m in this for love
yeah I’m in this for real
in this for real, pure love
I won’t drink tonight
alright, I’ll have a smaller sized thin pint
v.51 Bloc Party - Kreuzberg
There is a wall that runs right through me
Just like the city, I will never be joined
What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it really run out in the strangers’ bedrooms?
I
I have decided
At twenty-five
Something must change
Saturday night in East Berlin
We took the U-Bahn to the East Side Gallery
I was sure I’d found love with this one lying with me
Crying again in the old Hauptbahnhof
I
I have decided
At twenty-five
That something must change
After sex
The bitter taste
Been fooled again
The search continue
v.50 Sufjan Stevens - The Seer’s Tower
In the Tower above the earth
There is a view that reaches far
Where we see the universe
I see the fire, I see the end
Seven miles above the earth
There is Emanuel of Mothers
With His sword, with His robe
He comes dividing man from brothers
In the Tower above the earth,
we built it for Emanuel
In the Powers of the earth,
we wait until it rails and rails
In the Tower above the earth,
we built it for Emanuel
Oh my Mother, she betrayed us
but my Father loved and bathed us
Still I go to the deepest grave
Where I go to sleep alone
v.47 Eels - P.S. You rock my world
I was at a funeral the day i realized
I wanted to spend my life with you
Sitting down on the steps at the old post office
The flag was flying at half mast
And i was thinking ’bout how
Everyone is dying
And maybe it is time to live
I don’t know where we’re going
I don’t know what we’ll do
Walked in to the thrif-tee
Saw the man with the hollow eyes
Who didn’t give me all my change
But it didn’t bother me this time
’cause i know i’ve only got
This moment
And it’s good
I went to the gas station
Old woman honked her horn
Waiting for me to fix her car
I don’t know where we’re going
I don’t know what we’ll do
Laying in bed tonight i was thinking
And listening to all the dogs
And the sirens and the shots
And how a careful man tries
To dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk
And maybe it is time to live
v.46 Fito y Fitipaldis - Cerca de Las Vias
Hay dÃas que parece
que nunca se va a apagar el sol,
y otros son más tristes
que una despedida en la estación.
es igual que nuestra vida
que cuando todo va bien…
un dÃa tuerces una esquina
y te tuerces tu también.
Esa telaraña
que cuelga en mi habitación
no la quito, no hace nada,
solo ocupa su rincón.
Yo he crecido cerca de las vÃas
y por eso sé,
que la tristeza y la alegrÃa,
viajan en el mismo tren
¿Quieres ver el mundo?
Mira, esta debajo de tus pies.
Con el paso de los años
nada es como yo soñé.
Si no cierras bien los ojos,
muchas cosas no se ven.
No le tengo miedo al diablo
¿no ves que no puedo arder?
No hay mas fuego en el infierno
del que hay dentro de mi piel.
Todo lo malo y lo bueno
caben dentro de un papel.
¿Quieres ver el mundo?
Mira, está debajo de tus pies
v.45 The Sundays - Here’s where the story ends
People I know, Places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They’re on the inside
Here’s where the story ends
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside
Here’s where the story ends
Ooh, Here’s where the story ends
It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it’s the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside
Oh, Here’s where the story ends
Ooh, Here’s where the story ends
It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would’ve thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It’s that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here’s where the story ends
Ooh, Here’s where the story ends
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v.44 Eskobar - Tell Me I’m Wrong
It’s not easy being friends, it’s even harder being lovers
The flag is waving, it’s the end, I build a shelter under my covers
Where I sit i think of you my only love
Tell me I’m wrong but I feel so free and so small at the same time
Tell me I’m wrong but I feel so free and so small at the same time
It’s not even making sense, the ground we walk or sky above us
So how to understand the end, I build a shelter under my covers
Where I sit i think of you my only love
Tell me I’m wrong but I feel so free and so small at the same time
Tell me I’m wrong but I feel so free and so small at the same time