Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village, though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep

We Are Scientists

Making my escape
Telling myself
That everything's in shape
But me

How long can this take
Telling myself that
Everything is great
Well how am I doing?

I've got a great idea
I'm going to wait right here
While everything is adding up

Breaking both my hands
They're telling me to take it like a man
I don't understand
Please repeat whatever you just said
Nothing is making sense

Everything is adding up

We Are Scientists

I got this whole thing figured out
I guess I better write it down now
'Cause presently my memory's not terribly sound
Everything is twice around now

It shouldn't be this hard
I guess I'm not as smart
As I'd like to think I am
And even though you won't admit it now
I know you know

I guess it isn't any news
This keeps coming out in two's
If history repeats itself then what can I do?
Nothing I can say is news to you

Spiritualized

Every time I say this
I just know this time I mean it
But a feeling deep inside says
"It's okay one more time"

I'm waiting for the time
When I can be without
These things that make me feel
This way all of the time

Makes me feel so good
Makes me feel so fine
Makes me feel so good
Leaves me fucked up inside

Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins

I went to a cobbler
To fix a hole in my shoe
He took one look at my face
And said, "I can fix that hole in you"

I beg your pardon?
I'm not looking for a cure
Seen enough of my friends
In the depths of the godsick blues

Enough was enough
I was a little drunk
And looking for company
So I found myself a sweetheart
With the softest of hands
We were unlucky in love
But I'd do it all again

We build ourselves a fire

You don't know what I've done
There was no simple cure
For unlucky in love
To be lonely is a habit
Like smoking or taking drugs
And I've quit them both
But man, was it rough

Now I am tired
It just made me tired

Let's build ourselves a fire

NOY

And in a room, upon your bed, we tangled arms and crossed our legs. When you sleep alone the days go by oh so slow. Against the graffiti wall we know no law at all. And just to see your body in a place so tacky. There's no better irony than my own depravity. And with each heart-wrenching, fictious wail, you'd swear they sang your life with veracious details. The tears trickle down your face. Your skinny arms begining to flail. Oh won't you say what you mean? Give us a moment of offering. We love the second-rating, the repetition. The metaphors stripped of all gail, alright. Now I need a guillotine to get you off my mind. As you slept away the day in my bedroom I found a crimnal use for your pillow. I love you terribly, I swear that this is true. But I Just can't stop my hands from smothering you. There I crept up to your lover's window. He poured a scotch and sobbed alone in the kitchen. Stick a fork in a socket, do what you'd like. Just make sure that I'm far out of your life. Take an axe to your fingers, carve out your eyes. And cut out your tongue and we'll call this a tie. Cut out your lying tongue and we'll call this a tie. It's that drink in your hand. It's that knack for telling awful lies. Why am I always right? Nightmare of You.

Devotchka

The gringos block the roads inside your head
Are you sleepin it off when you're not in your bed?
You pray in the darkness
Let me walk in your light
Let me die in my lover's arms
Let me love through this night

You are watching over my three brave soldiers
I have not forgotten
I will send you something...

So this is the city
So this is progress?
How can something so prettybecome such a mess?
There is no more than this steal and stone
More than this flesh and bone
There is a little piece of land in me
No other man can own

Who is watching my three brave soldiers?
I have not forgotten
I will send you something...

Well shut my mouth I have nothing to say
Except, what is this life?
With no love along the way
You know that I'm good for it
You know I can pay
We don't have to look for it
It's right here, it's today