- "I know that you're dying, And I know I'm unwell. And together we sashay through variations of hell. And as you walk through valleys of fear, The lure of my bed is ever near. Oh, don't be afraid, Though the parade will not pass our way. It's nobler to never get paid, Than to bank on shit and dismay." Movie (Never Made), A Silver Mt. Zion
- "You were known for insatiable needs, But I don't know a thing." + "And now I select you. Slow now, I let you. See how I stun, see how I stun." Pace Is The Trick, Interpol
- "Well I know that you know that you're the only thing that I can stand. So how could your hair have the nerve to dance around like that, blowing? And how could the air have the nerve to blow your hair around like that?" 90-Mile Water Wall, The National
- "Now it's coming forth, the sea. And it's moving through the trees, It is the wind before your hand, As it's coming down upon me. You hide nothing. Just believe it. We all see it." We'll Find Out, Timber Timbre
- "Are you with me, Or am I wrong? The silly old songs, Do they mean anything or am I just wrong? Am I just wrong? Am I just wrong? How did I ever get so god damn dumb? A foreign lick from a familiar tongue. It's not one you love, but it's familiar enough. Mouthful of teeth chewed up and spit on the ground. When I speak, I'm all words, just wide naked sound." Laser Beams, Wintersleep
- "We want the sweet meats. We want the young blood." We Suck Young Blood (Your Time Is Up), Radiohead
- "And here is a church, and here is a steeple. Open the doors, there are the people. And all their little hearts at ease, for another week's disease. And eagle, eagle, talon scream. I never once lived in between, I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents down my throat and into the pit with my head upon the spit. Oh, Reverend, please, can I chew your ear? I've become what I most fear. And I know there's no such thing as ghosts, But I have seen the demon host." Demon Host, Timber Timbre
- "They say man is just your seed, spilled out on the thirsty earth. A simple servant of your needs, from the moment of our birth. Tell me am I not your seed? Tell me am I not your son? Tell me have you just forgotten, All those years of devotion?" Undone, Devotchka
mar 16 2010 ∞
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