This merry-go-round has spun itself into the ground

Song: Hot Hot Heat - Future Breeds

Album: Future Breeds (2010)

Label: Dangerbird Records

I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore

Across the bridge on Abbott Strip
There lives a man with atlas grip
Windows covered, single mattress
On Friday nights he feeds his actress

Across the bridge on Abbott Street
There lives this girl she used to be
Still half naked she falls in traffic
You dumb ass kid here's your dumb ass life back

I won't come back crawling again
I won't come back crawling again
No I won't come back crawling again
Won't come back crawling again

I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore

Some may fear just your name
For me I wish it was the same
I'm still waiting for somebody
To fix this damage to my body

Some may fear the future breeds
these drunken sailors planting seeds
I'll just need this cheque to clear
So I can check right out of here

Believe me I won't come back crawling again
I won't come back crawling again
I won't come back crawling again
I won't come back crawling again

This merry-go-round has spun itself into the ground
And an eighth of me knows that an eighth of this ilfe
Is still fun as hell

But they breed you better babe
Bred you better
They bred you better than me

They breed you better babe
Bred you better
Bred you better than me

I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore
I won't say anything
I won't say anymore

They breed you better babe
Bred you better
They bred you better than me

They breed you better babe
Bred you better
They bred you better than me

I haven't slept a single night in over a month

Song: Hot Hot Heat - Middle Of Nowhere

Album: Elevator (2005)

Label: Sire Records

Don't get mad if I'm laughing
Blame the caffeine for all the 5 am phone calls
I haven't slept a single night in over a month
And not even once did you start to make sense to me
Well maybe I'm a little bit slow, or just consistently inconsistent
She said, "Unpredictability's my responsibility, baby."

But you're waiting at the door where everybody's hanging out just like they hung out before
You didn't have to do it but you did it to say
That you didn't have to do it but you would anyway

To give you something to go on when I go off back to the middle of nowhere
To give you something to go on when I go off back to the middle of nowhere

They chewed me up and then they spit me out
And I'm not supposed to let it bother me
But maybe I'm a little bit weak - I let my frailty take the wheel
She said, "Maybe there's a bit of me waiting for a bit of you. baby."

But you're waiting at the door where everybody's hanging out just like they hung out before
You didn't have to do it but you did it to say
That you didn't have to do it but you would anyway

To give you something to go on when I go off back to the middle of nowhere
To give you something to go on when I go off back to the middle of nowhere

But you're waiting at the door where everybody's hanging out just like they hung out before
You didn't have to do it but you did it to say
That you didn't have to do it but you would anyway

To give you something to go on when I go off back to the middle of nowhere
To give you something to go on when I go off back to the middle of nowhere
To give you something to go on - to go on back to the middle of nowhere

Move along, get ahead, get her hand and bring her with you.

Song: Tegan And Sara - Hell

Album: Sainthood (2009)

Label: Sire Records

No, I'm not ready for a big bad step in their direction.
No, I'm not ready for downtown trash, avoid collection.
Four blocks, run and hide, don't walk alone at night.
Cityscape, city change before they die.
Four blocks, I should mention in a song if I want to get along with change,
Who doesn't wanna change this?

I know you feel it too, these words get overused.
When we get up and over it and over them,
Up and over it and over them.
I know you feel it too, it all seems so untrue.
When you get up and over it and over them,
Oh oh, hell no. Oh oh, hell no.

No, we're not ready for fair distribution, just a terminal solution for...
No, we're not ready for hell, hell no, for hell, hell no.

Four days, wide awake, why slide along and say.
Girl's afraid, girl will change, just move away.
Four days that I mention in a song, move along, get ahead, get her hand and bring her with you.

I know you feel it too, these words get overused.
When we get up and over it and over them,
Up and over it and over them.
I know you feel it too, it all seems so untrue.
When you get up and over it and over them,
Oh oh, hell no. Oh oh, hell no.

Four ways to remove all the bad that we do from the heart and the soul of the cities sad and cold.
Four ways to collect what we say and what we save to discard and discover a brand new way

I know you feel it too, these words get overused.
When we get up and over it and over them,
Up and over it and over them.
I know you feel it too, it all seems so untrue.
When you get up and over it and over them,
Up and over it and over them.

I know you feel it too, these words get overused.
When we get up and over it and over them,
Up and over it and over them.
I know you feel it too, it all seems so untrue.
When you get up and over it and over them,
Oh oh, hell no. Oh oh, hell no.
Oh oh, hell no. Oh oh, hell no.

These things get louder

Song: The New Pornographers - Moves

Album: Together (2010)

Label: Matador

I believe
You've had some-
thing that's mine
All this time
So to sing along, cry
Fork it over

I live among
The alarms
Where I trip
Where they sing
So to sing along, cry
Hey, come over

Uh Uh - Uh Uh - Uh Oh-

Up the hill
Goes the type-
writered beat
Of my step
So to sing along, cry
Undiscover

And all the years
At quarter speed
Haloed and
Trembling clean
So to sing along, cry
Turning over

Uh Uh - Uh Uh - Uh Oh-

Slo-o-o-ow do-o-o-own la-a-a-a-die-e-e-es
Slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow do-o-o-o-o-o-o-own

These things get louder
These things get louder

The lava alarms
And your true
Villain love
Are kept at bay
So to sing along, cry
Like you wrote it

Will the beams
Be broke and crossed
Motion sensed
It's all heat
So to sing along, cry
It's not over

Uh Uh - Uh Uh - Uh Oh-

Slo-o-o-ow do-o-o-own la-a-a-a-die-e-e-es
Slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow do-o-o-o-o-o-o-own

These things get louder
These things get louder

So to sing along, cry
So to sing along, cry

You with all your moves
You with all your moves
You with all your moves
You with all your moves

But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard

Song: Arcade Fire - The Suburbs

Album: The Suburbs (2011)

Label: Merge

More info:
Arcade Fire este o formatie de indie rock din Canada care a primit anul aceasta Grammy-ul pentru albumul anului ("The Suburbs") si Brit Award pentru Best International Album ("The Suburbs"). Din 27 iunie vom putea vedea si filmul "Scenes from the Suburbs", realizat impreuna cu regizorul Spike Jonze.

In the suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'

You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fighting
A suburban war
your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore

But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall
Meant nothin' at all
Meant nothin' at all
It meant nothin

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling and into the night

So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before this damage is done

But if it's too much to ask, it's too much to ask
Then send me a son

Under the overpass
In the parking lot we're still waiting
It's already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
Cause it's already passed
It's already, already passed!

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

I'm movin' past the feeling
I'm movin' past the feeling

In my dreams we're still screamin'
We're still screamin'
We're still screamin'

Leave me in the middle of the ocean, I can walk the rest of the way

The Dears - Lost In The Plot 




Take me for a drive to the coastline
Pull me to the depths of the sea
Leave me in the middle of the ocean
I can walk the rest of the way
But I promise not to cry anymore
Although reasons beat the crap out of me
Everyday when I wake up
They are waiting
But I promise not to cry anymore
'Cos it's the same old plot to these things
Oh it's the same old plot to these things
Oh it's the same old plot to these things
Oh it's the same old


Our love
Don't mess with our love
Our love
Is so much stronger
Our love
Don't mess with our love
Our love
Is so much stronger
Our love
Don't mess with our love
Our love
Is so much stronger
Our love
Don't mess with our love
Our love
Is so much stronger
Our love
Don't mess with our love
Our love
Is so much stronger


Oh it's the same old plot to these things
Oh it's the same old plot to these things
Oh it's the same old plot
Same old plot
Same old plot to these things


Oh I promise not to cry
Oh I promise not to cry
Oh I promise not to cry
Anymore

And the wind is blown and cold

The Stills - Being Here

We ride through
These plains of hurt
Through the Southern breathing rock
On a rail road of knots
And there's blood on the lines
Of every page I turn
When the ones you love
Are the ones you burn

Being here
Being here
Oh oh
Being here

Some one singing songs
About a girl I hurt
I've been everywhere enough
I've been torn apart by the world
But there's apples in the trees
And diamonds in the earth
I've been losing my mind
Somehow it can't get worse

Being here
Being here
Oh oh
Being here

And the wind is blown and cold
And I can't escape the tears
One for every broken bone
And a hundred for all the years

Being here
Being here
Oh oh
Being here

Being here
Being here
Oh oh
Being here