R.E.M. - I Took Your Name

I wore the clothes you wanted
I took your name
If there is some confusion, who's to blame?

I signed your living will
I smiled your face
I'm ready to close the book on NASA in outer space

If there is some confusion
Who's to blame?
Who's to blame?

I sequenced your arrival
I sealed your fate
I pushed the button and erased your master tape

I wrote the sales pitch
I threw the brake switch
I dragged your big ass daddy roth car out of that ditch

If there is some confusion
Who's to blame?
Who's to blame?

I crossed your great divide
I stirred your ocean's tide
I called your bluff until I blew your circuits wide

I'll be your albatross,
Devil, dog, Jesus, god,
I don't wanna be Iggy Pop but if that's what it takes, hey

If there is some confusion
If there is some confusion
If there is some confusion
Who's to blame?
Who's to blame?

MGMT - Little Dark Age

Breathing in the dark
Lying on its side
The ruins of the day
Painted with a scar
And the more I straighten out
The less it wants to try
The feelings start to rot
One wink at a time

Oh
Forgiving who you are
For what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide
It doesn't go away
When you get out of bed
Don't end up stranded
Horrified with each stone
On the stage
My little dark age

Picking through the cards
Knowing what's nearby
The carvings on the face
Say they find it hard
And the engine's failed again
All limits of disguise
The humor's not the same
Coming from denial

Oh
I grieve in stereo
The stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide
It doesn't go away
If you get out of bed
And find me standing all alone
Open-eyed
Burn the page
My little dark age

I grieve in stereo
The stereo sounds strange
You know that if it hides
It doesn't go away
If I get out of bed
You'll see me standing all alone
Horrified
On the stage
My little dark age

Giddy with delight
Seeing what's to come
The image of the dead
Dead ends in my mind

Policemen swear to god
Love's seeping from the guns
I know my friends and I
Would probably turn and run
If you get out of bed
Come find us heading for the bridge
Bring a stone
All the rage
My little dark age

I grieve in stereo
The stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide
It doesn't go away
If you get out of bed
And find me standing all alone
Open-eyed
Burn the page
My little dark age

All alone
Open-eyed
Burn the page
My little dark age

Tv On The Radio - King Eternal

All men condemned by men to die
Damned by blind bitch in hallowed halls
Hear it, heed this call:

Oh fucking eternal

Infinity's hourglass will measure all measure all
So, power

Cover your balls
'Cause we swing kung fu

Oh fucking eternal
Oh fucking eternal

Afraid of thunder children, so hide your ears
Hope your fortress holds up for many many many years
Shudder, it's a shame
Lightning, call the game
Send us up a baby boy
Let the smoke carry his name

If it's a girl let her shine

We will be

Oh fucking eternal

The hour of man is nigh
So gather up all supplies
And stack 'em up high
Stack 'em up high

Faith, Nathan I could see it in your eyes
Warmth, Nathan I can see it in your eyes

Golden houses, silver brides
Immortal erection, tongues untied

Oh fucking eternal
Oh fucking

The Mission - In Silhouette

Just because you disagree
It doesn't make, it doesn't make me wrong
And just because you think I'm weak
It doesn't make, it doesn't make you strong

Push me too far or hurt what's mine
I will retaliate, I won't hesitate
I've told you once and now I'm telling you twice
I will retaliate, make no mistake

Do you get what you deserve
Or deserve what you get?
'Cause only guilt can break a man
Break a man more than regret

Push me too far or hurt what's mine
I will retaliate, I won't hesitate
I've told you once and now I told you twice
I will retaliate, make no mistake

You can't take back the things you say
Or the love you've given away
Success is getting what you want
But happiness is wanting what you get
I'm in silhouette

Push me too far or hurt what's mine
I will retaliate, I won't hesitate
I've told you once and now I told you twice
I will retaliate, make no mistake

I won't forgive and I won't forget
I will retaliate, I won't hesitate
And you will live with cold regret
I will retaliate, I'm in silhouette

M83 - On a White Lake, Near a Green Mountain

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The Mission - Kingdom Come (Forever And Again)

Desert rat cry me wolf
Shedding skin upon you lips
I pray
For the love of madness
For the hand that takes the grip
And we close our eyes
To forgive and forget
And we close our eyes
To forgive and forget
With bated breath for the kingdom come
With bated breath for the kingdom come

I build myself a brave asylum
And ask all the madmen to play host
And when the colours all fade away
It's time for us to give the ghost
Give up the ghost

And we close our eyes
To dream a while
And we close our eyes
To dream a while
Dream a while
With bated breath for the kingdom come
With bated breath for the kingdom come

And while we're talking in tongues
Of animal behaviour
With a flick of the wrist you could've broken my heart
And done yourself a favour
And I cry in the heat
For the promised and given

The hand I once would trust
Now for the love of heaven
You won't see me
See me for dust

And we close our eyes
To love again
And we close our eyes
To love again
Love again
With bated breath for the kingdom come
With bated breath for the kingdom come
With bated breath for the kingdom come
With bated breath for the kingdom come

Morrissey - The Boy Racer

He's just too good-natured and
He's got too much money and
He's got too many girlfriends
I'm jealous, that's all

Have you seen him go, though, oh?
Have you seen him go, though, oh?

Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's got too many girlfriends
He thinks he owns this city
He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over

Have you seen him go, though, oh?
Have you seen him go, though, oh?

Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He thinks he got the whole world in his hands
Stood at the urinal
He thinks he got the whole world in his hands
And I'm gonna ... kill him !
Oh, no!

Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's just too good-looking
He's just too good-looking
He's just too good-looking, and...

Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Toy Dolls - Spiders In The Dressing Room

I was getting dressed late one night
along came a spider and I got a fright
oh I could not squash it flat
No matter how I tried,
And when it looked me in the eye
I ran away to hide...

I put on me Doctor Martin shoes
A battle with the spider that I wasn't gonna loose
A kick from the left a kick from the right
I was on the floor but I was alright
It was gonna be a long long night

Spiders in the dressing room
Spiders everywhere
Spider in the dressing room beware

Spiders in the dressing room
Spiders everywhere
Spider in the dressing room beware

Things were getting hot and I had to take a chance
The spider got impatient
Started crawling up me pants
I shook it off me legthump it hit the ground
Everything was silent so I didn't make a sound
I crossed the room as happy as can be
I had killed the spider now it couldn't bother me
But with me arm on the light
He was there ready for a fight
It was gonna be a long long night.

Spiders in the dressing room
Spiders everywhere
Spider in the dressing room beware

Spiders in the dressing room
Spiders everywhere
Spider in the dressing room beware

It was getting late and the spider wasn't dead
An audience had gathered round
AndI was going red
I put a jam jar on the floor
the spider crawled inside it
I screwed the lid back on the top
And threw the jar outside
At a party late that night
Everything was bright and gay
We played all our pop records and danced the night away,
Early in the morning came a knocking at the door
I opened it slowly guess what I saw
It was gonna be a long long night...


Spiders in the dressing room
Spiders everywhere
Spider in the dressing room beware

Spiders in the dressing room
Spiders everywhere
Spider in the dressing room beware

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Breathless

It's up in the morning and on the downs
Little white clouds like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin beats his wings
His throat it trembles when he sings
For he is helpless before you
The happy hooded bluebells bow
And bend their heads all a-down
Heavied by the early morning dew
At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you

Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your mind
Still your soul
For still, the fare of love is true
And I am breathless without you

The wind circles among the trees
And it bangs about the new-made leaves
For it is breathless without you
The fox chases the rabbit round
The rabbit hides beneath the ground
For he is defenceless without you
The sky of daytime dies away
And all the earthly things they stop to play
For we are all breathless without you
I listen to my juddering bones
The blood in my veins and the wind in my lungs
And I am breathless without you

Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you

Toy Dolls - Her With A Hoover

My mates warned me long ago
She will make you blue oo oo
They said you've been had

Untidy tart they told me so
The home that I once knew oo oo
Was a filthy floozys pad

One more, two more
Fleas on the bedroom floor
No ones ever seen her, with a vacuum cleaner
Three more, four more
Mice unite at the kitchen door
It weren't no rotten rumour,
He could never move her
And I never saw her with a hoover.

Ide fell for a hag from Hell
She weren’t the one to woo oo oo
In my new hovel.

One more, two more
Fleas on the bedroom floor
No ones ever seen her, with a vacuum cleaner
Three more, four more
Mice unite at the kitchen door
It weren't no rotten rumour,
He could never move her
And I never saw her with a hoover.

She's nicked off, I'm in a spin
The first thing I shall do oo oo
Is plug the hoover in.

One more, two more
Fleas on the bedroom floor
No ones ever seen her, with a vacuum cleaner
Three more, four more
Mice unite at the kitchen door
It weren't no rotten rumour,
He could never move her
And I never saw her with a hoover.