Bright Eyes - Going For the Gold

And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify,
they seem adequate to fill up my time.
And if I could talk to myself like I was someone else
well then maybe I could take your advice.
And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time.

There's a film on the wall,
makes the people look small
who are sitting beside it
all consumed in the drama.
They must return to their lives
once the hero has died
they will drive to the office
stopping somewhere for coffee
where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene
dispensing their wisdom,
oh dear amateur orators.
they will detail their pain
in some standard refrain
that will recite their sadness
like it's some kind of contest.
Well if it is,
I think I am winning it,
all beaming with confidence
as I make my final lap
the gold medal gleams
so hang it around my neck;
cause I am deserving it--
the champion of idiots.

But a kid carries his Walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha,
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin.
'Cause each note sounds so pure
it just cuts into her
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.
And now to me everything else,

it just sounds like a lie.

Jack's Mannequin - bloodshot

Sits in his basement from midnight 'till four
Painting pictures that nobody sees
From his days in the war
The canvas is painted bright red, red
He heats up the shower
He paces the hall
He'll scrub for an hour or more
But he wont get it all
The paint in his fingernail beds

And the hill's still left to climb
It's just so high
And I'm so tired
Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes
The clouds are all on fire
It's just so high
And I'm so tired
Come on look up at the bloodshot sky
The clouds are all on fire
The clouds are all on fire


Someone will understand this.

My eyes have been pretty bloodshot lately.

Ben Folds- Rockin' the Suburbs

I got shit runnin' throught my brain
It's so intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white-boy pain
Shake your booty while the band complains

Rockin' the suburbs
Just like Jon Bon Jovi did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks

In a haze these days
I pull up to the stop light
I can feel that something's not right
I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate
And bass
Sendin' dirty vibes my way
'Cause my great great great great Grandad
Made someones' great great great great Grandaddys' slaves
It wasn't my idea
Never was my idea
Jjust drove to the store
For some Preparation-H

Ya'll don't know what it's like, bein' male, middle-class and white.

Keane - Pretend That You're Alone

I wonder what I'd do
If I could wake up every morning
With a clean slate
I'd burn through the cities,
I'd tear through the towns
Cos there's no deals to make

So break out of the cages,
The delicate structures
We cling to all our lives
Cos we are just the monkeys
Who fell out of the trees
When we were trying to fly

Forgive Durden - I've Got A Witch Mad At Me And You Might Get Into Trouble

Consider this your fair warning
There's no turning back now
You're leaving your
Blanket of cleansed gospel
For the smut of vicious truth
You won't need your wool coat
Because out there the sun beats through

So interlock your fingers with mine
And squeeze tight
Stay close behind
We haven't much time
So I'll cut to the quick
We'll burn the midnight oil

The Album Leaf - Airplane

Instrumental



Everything will be just fine.

Anberlin - Breaking

Do you collect the souls you've lost
In the top of your dresser drawer?
Count the number of tears displaced
On lonely bedroom floors
Where the shape of your heart once was
Slowly takes the place of you
Will they hold the memories now
Of the love I though I knew

You make breaking hearts look so easy
Seems like you've done this before
You've got breaking hearts all but down
And you've done this, you've done this before
You make stealing hearts look so easy
Where is the girl I adore
You've got breaking up all but down
I can't love a thief anymore


Tonight, I wished that you won't break my heart.

Franz Ferdinand - No You Girls

Sometimes I say stupid things
That I think
Well, I mean I
Sometimes I think the stupidest things

You girls never know
Oh no, you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel

Do you know? I don't think so. But then again, you just might.