(( In Love with a View, Mojave 3 ))

I had a plan 
That was built on thinking too long 
Canadian winters 
At home with your sisters 
the romance was hard to ignore 
You were beautiful
I was happy to fall
So happy to fall

I remember you searching 
I thought you were searching 
that´s how I picked up the phone 
Happy to hear you remembered the view 
So glad to assume it was fate 
I thought at the time it was clear
I thought at the time it was clear

So I stood at the station 
With a plan and a pocket of poems 
Heroically tragic 
Bearded and blind with obsession 
I´m a car without hope 
Too close to the ditch to go far 
I showed you my field 
I said this is my field
But you weren´t impressed 

You said why are we here
Your motives are clear 
In this room with a view 
and so much of you
is so far from here 
it's so far from here
it's so far from here
it's so far from here

Oh my heart
It just fell apart 
And i wished I could show you 
The same view 
of you by the window and me
feeling fine 
And me just feeling fine 
Yeah me just feeling fine 



(( No Children, The Mountain Goats ))

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again in my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die



(( Reservations, Wilco ))

How can I convince you it's me I don't like
When I've always been distant
and I've always told lies for love

I'm bound by these choices so hard to make
I'm bound by the feeling so easy to fake
None of this is real enough to take me from you

Oh I've got reservations
about so many things
but not about you

I know this isn't what you were wanting me to say
How can I get closer and be further away
From the truth that proves it's beautiful to lie

I've got reservations
about so many things
but not about you
I've reservations
about so many things
but not about you
not about you
not about you
not about you
it's not about you



(( Old Fashioned Way of Speaking, TW Walsh ))

Old fashioned way of speaking, 
all the pipes are leaking if you notice it. 
This dent is now a crater, 
it's not even any later than I think it is. 

A fortune worth repeating, 
all this cowardice is fleeting 
if you fall for it. 
I saw orange turn to brown. 
The transformation made a sound, 
you might have heard it before. 

If it was permanent, 
the world would mean a whole lot less. 
To stay awake for it 
takes more steam than I have left. 

A traitor for a living, 
just got tired of the giving and the parliament. 
Enamored with the treason, 
that's not any kind of reason to go through with it. 

The car is overheating. 
The written word will lose it's meaning 
if you fall for it. 
There are motors in the ground. 
They make the most amazing sound, 
you might have heard it before.



(( A Better Son/Daughter, Rilo Kiley ))

Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move awake but cannot open my 
eyes and the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can't breath and hope 
someone will help me this time your mother's still calling you insane and high 
swearing it's different this time and you tell her to give in to the demons that 
possess her and that godnever blessed her insides then you hang up the phone and 
feel badly for upsetting things and crawl back into bed to dream of a time when 
your heart was open wide and you loved things just because like the sick and the 
dying and sometimes when you're on you're really fucking on and your friends they 
sing along and they love you but the lows are so extreme that the good seems 
fucking cheap and it teases you for weeks in its absense but you'll fight and 
you'll make it through you'll fake it if you have to and you'll show up for work 
with a smile and you'll be be better you'll be smarter more grown up and a better 
daughter or son and a real good friend and you'll be awake and you'll be alert 
you'll be positive though it hurts and you'll laugh and embrace all your friends 
and you'll be a real good listener you'll be honest you'll be brave you'll be 
handsome you'll be beautiful you'll be happy your ship may be coming in you're weak 
but not giving in to the cries and the wails of the valley below your ship may be 
coming in you're weak but not giving in and you'll fight it you'll go out fighting 
all of them... 



(( April 6, 2039, Pedro the Lion ))

Here we have our dust free dining set
We guarentee it won't collect a spec
Freeing up the children to instead
Grow into your molding
Heed more of your scolding
Go early to their new self-making beds

It seems like you'd be tired of losing face
Like you'd want to put the children in their place
The more you have to tell them to do their chores
The more you run the risk of being ignored

If you're lucky they'll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they're good kids
But you know that it's not true

Your father drank a little
You're on liver number two

Progress has a way of feigning ease
Convenient new inventions bait the tease
For though it is impossible to cure
A husband bent on cheating
The oxygen's depleting
A child who's always bragging
A wife's persistent nagging
We're equipped to live as though it were

If you're lucky they'll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they're good kids
But you know that it's not true

Your father drank a little
You're on liver number two



((The Ice of Boston, The Dismemberment Plan))

Pop open a bottle of bubbly, yeah. 
Here’s to another goddamn new year. 
And outside, 2 million drunk Bostonians 
Are getting ready to sing "Auld Lang Sine" out of tune. 
I sit there in my easy chair, looking at the clouds, orange with celebration 
And I wonder if you’re out there. 
Hey!  The ice of Boston is muddy 
And reflects no light, in day or night 
And I slip on it every time 
Pop open a third bottle of bubbly 
Yeah, and I take that bottle of champagne 
Go into the kitchen, stand in front of the kitchen window 
And I take all my clothes off, take that bottle of champagne 
And I pour it on my head, feel it cascade through my hair 
And across my chest, and the phone rings. 
And it’s my mother. 
And she says "HI HONEY HOW’S BOSTON?" 
And I stand there, all alone on New Year’s Eve 
Buck naked, drenched in champagne, looking at a bunch of strangers 
Uh, looking at them, looking at me, looking at them, and I say: 
"Oh, I’m fine Mom, how’s Washington?" 
Hey!  The ice of Boston is muddy 
And reflects no light, in day or night 
And I slip on it every time 
Hey!  The ice of Boston is muddy 
And reflects no light, in day or night 
And I slip on it every time, time, time, time, yeah- 
So I guess the party line is I followed you up here. 
Well, I don’t know about that. 
Mainly because knowing about that would involve knowing some pathetic, 
ridiculous, and absolutely true things about myself 
that I’d rather not admit to right now. 
Woke up at 3 A.M. with the radio on, that Gladys Knight and the Pips song on 
About how she’d rather live in his world with him 
Than live in her own world alone 
And I lay there, head spinning, trying to fall asleep 
And I thought to myself: "Oh, Gladys, girl, I love you but, oh, get a life!"
Hey!  The ice of Boston is muddy 
And reflects no light, in day or night 
And I slip on it every time 
Hey!  The ice of Boston is muddy 
And reflects no light, in day or night 
And I slip on it every time



(( Blue and Wonder, Richard Buckner ))

I've been stunned
And I've been turned
I've been undone and burned
I saw you as the answer to
Years of blue and wonder
Your voice shakes me through
But you don't know what I might be
You haven't seen the worst of me
But when your eyes move up I'm silent 

Put your arms around me
And pull your mouth up to mine
And that's the word
I forget sometimes
It's the one that means
The love has left your eyes 

I'm thinking now when I first knew
I was lying with a stranger
You were curled up with a paper
In your little SOMA room
The telephone was pouring blue
And when I hung up with you
I was sick and sad and wished I had
A kiss to bring you over

Put your arms around me, dear
And pull your mouth up to mine
And that's the word
I forget sometimes
It's the one that means
The love has left your eyes 

I'm wondering of you now
And what happened to you
I remember words
That were said and sighed and written
But I hear things, you know
I hear the bottle broke us down
But not a word from you yet
There's things that
Even a drunk will never forget 



(( Flight Test, The Flaming Lips ))

I thought I was smart, I thought I was right. 
I thought it better not to fight 
I thought there was a virtue in always being cool. 
So it came time to fight, I thought I'll just step aside 
And that the time would prove you wrong 
And that you would be the fool. 
I don't know where the sunbeams end and the starlights begin 
It's all a mystery 

Oh to fight is to defend 
If it's not now then tell me when would be the time that you would stand up and be a man 
A vote to lose I could accept, but to surrender I just wept 
And regretted this moment 
Oh that I...I was the fool. 
I don't know where the sunbeams end and the starlights begin 
It's all a mystery 
And I don't know how a man decides what's right for his own life 
It's all a mystery 

'Cause I'm a man, not a boy 
And there are things you can't avoid 
You have to face them when you're not prepared to face them. 
If I could, I would 
But you're with him now, it'd do no good 
I should have fought him, but instead I let him... 
I let him take it. 
I don't know where the sunbeams end and the starlights begin 
It's all a mystery 
And I don't know how a man decides what's right for his own life 
It's all a mystery. 



(( A King at Night, Bonnie "Prince" Billy ))

There is grime on my face
There is crust in my eye
There is no-one in the place
But no-one said goodbye
This is how I start another day in my kingdom

There is hate in my heart
This is how my day starts
There is blood on my hands
From the murder of a man
This is how I start another day in my kingdom

And where is my queen
She's as gone as can be
She was a fine looking lady
And she liked to go down on me
And I liked to go down on her too

In Indya there's the taj
On good times there was rog
And here-ee look and see
All there is is me
This is how I start another day in my kingdom
This is how I start another day in my kingdom

There are good times to be had
Only insane's really bad
The lord and I agree
It's not too off to be
What we are
As long as we're royalty
You fuck and what's to do
It's not your kingdom too



(( Crooked Vein, Herman Jolly ))

I met you on Main Street,
You became my main dream
Now I'm drunk at the fishing stream
I can't remember your last name

You think I bought you that wedding band?
I dug it up in the seaside sand
I'm cheap and I'm mean and you're as sweet as sugar cane
Gonna stick a straight razor in my crooked vein

My eyes are blurry,
If I had friends they'd all be worried
Can't believe your going back to Tennessee
90 proof ain't proof enough for me

If I don't stay exactly high,
When I say high I mean 10 liquor bottles high  
I forget to remember to forget
Gonna stick a straight razor in my crooked vein

Carries cold blood to my crooked heart
Down the body to my liver part
That alcohol's been tearing apart



(( Feelin' Good Again, Robert Earl Keen ))

Standin' down on Main Street across from Mr Blues
In my faded leather jacket and my weathered Brogan shoes
A chill north wind was blowin' but the spring was comin' on
As I wondered to myself just how long had I been gone
So I strolled across old Main Street, walked down a flight of stairs
Stepped into the hall and saw all my friends were there
A neon sign was flashin' "Welcome come on in"
It feels so good feelin' good again

My favourite band was playing' an Otis Redding song
When they sang the chorus everybody sang along
Dan and Margarita were swayin' side by side
I heard they were divorcin' but I guess they let it slide
And I wished I had some money with which to buy a round
I wished I'd cashed my paycheck before I came to town
But I reached into my pocket found three twenties and a ten
It feels so good feelin' good again

There was old man Perkins sittin' on his stool
Watchin' Butch and Jimmy John talkin' loud and playing pool
The boys from Silver City were standin' by the fire
Singin' like they thought they were the Tabernacle choir
And I wanted you to see them all, I wished that you were there
I looked across the room and saw you standin' on the stair
And when I caught your eye I saw you break into a grin
It feels so good feelin' good again

I wanted you to see them all, I wished that you were there
I looked across the room and saw you standin' on the stair
And when I caught your eye I saw you break into a grin
It feels so good feelin' good again
It feels so good feelin' good again