What are you listening to today?

"Nomenclature" - Andrew Bird

Just think of the lives you could swap with your own
While you're selling your coats, you're sewing your own
You know it's not the easy way

Sometimes we've got to pay to play
With finger paints and macrame
It's time we asked the sea and say
Could you bring a different nomenclature?

Now the colors have bled to gray
To ones that don't exist in nature

A nomenclature is washing away, washing away
A nomenclature is washing away, washing away
But did it carry you away, carry you all the way?

Did it carry you away, carry you all the way?
Nomenclature's washing away, oh it's washing us all away
Nomenclature's washing away, oh it's washing us all away
 
Blind Pilot - One Red Thread

Oh from the first that the line got drawn
It was poisoning the land it was on
One red thread through the middle of a song
My only one, my only one

I can remember the age that I was
But not that story that pumped in my blood
When you were the savior
And I was the taker of
Oh where I was

Oh but man, oh man, you can do what you want
Oh man, oh man, you can do what you want
The only line that is true is the line you're from

I have to say there was a mile or two
I had the itch to fly and I flew
Now at best we would make our dreams
With something used
With something used

From the minute that the line got drawn
I couldn't see straight to you for nothing
Now me, I'm the poisoning one
Yeah I'm the one
I am the...

Oh but man, oh man, you can do what you want
Oh man, oh man, you can do what you want
The only line that is true is the line you're-
Oh man, oh man, you can do what you want
Oh man, oh man, you can do what you want
The only line that is true is the line you're from
The only line that is true is the line you're from
 
Pumped Up Kicks - Foster the People

Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room,
he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette,
hanging out his mouth
he's a cowboy kid.

Yeah he found a six-shooter gun.
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things,
and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you,
yeah he's coming for you.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late,
yeah he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.

I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand
is now a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire,
you must have lost your wits, yeah.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

[Whistling]

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
 
Sigh.

Bastille - "Flaws".


When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
The wonderful part of the mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone

All of your flaws and all of my flaws
They lie there hand in hand
Ones we've inherited, ones that we learned
They pass from man to man

There's a hole in my soul
I can't fill it, I can't fill it
There's a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up; let's finish what we've started
Dig them up, so nothing's left untouched

All of your flaws and all of my flaws,
When they have been exhumed
We'll see that we need them to be who we are
Without them we'd be doomed

There's a hole in my soul
I can't fill it I can't fill it
There's a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up; let's finish what we've started
Dig them up, so nothing's left untouched

Oooooh
Oooooh

When all of your flaws
And all of my flaws are counted
When all of your flaws
And all of my flaws are counted

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up. Let's finish what we've started
Dig them up. So nothing's left untouched

Oooooh
Oooooh

All of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
Look at the wonderful mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone
 
The Passenger - Micheal Hutchence

I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
Ride through the city's back sides
See the stars come out of the sky
Yeah the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I am a passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
See the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped backside
And everything looks good tonight

Singing
La la lala lala
La la lala lala
La la lala lala lala

Get into the car
We'll be the passengers
We'll ride through the city at night
See the city's ripped backside
See the bright and hollow sky
See the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight

Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides

He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
Sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backside
Sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
It just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine

Singing...
 
Nirvana- Dumb



I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
And I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Maybe just happy

I think I'm just happy
I think I'm just happy
I think I'm just happy

My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover

Have a hangover
Have a hangover
Have a hangover

Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
Soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
And I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Maybe just happy

I think I'm just happy
I think I'm just happy
I think I'm just happy

I think I'm dumb (x12)
 
Dire Straits
Sultans Of Swing
So Far Away
Brothers In Arms
Down To The Waterline
Romeo and Juliet
Lady Writer
Eastbound Train
Southbound Again
Wild West end
 
"Roslyn" - Bon Iver & St. Vincent

Up with your turret
Aren't we just terrified?
Shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find

Don't let it fool you
Don't let it fool you down
Dancing around, folds in her gown

Sea and the rock below
Cocked to the undertow
Bones blood and teeth erode, with every crashing node

Wings wouldn't help you
Wings wouldn't help you down
Down fills the ground, gravity's proud

You barely are blinking
Wagging your face around
When'd this just become a mortal home?

Won't, won't, won't, won't

Won't let you talk me
Won't let you talk me down
Will pull it taut, nothing let out
 
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