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Bishop Briggs - The Way I Do

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Alice Phoebe Lou - She (Live)

she cut a hole in the fence and she ran
she left her troublesome prison behind
she didn't wanna fuel the fire
she didn't wanna lose her desire

she looked out to the horizon
she didn't have much left to see
greed had taken the trees away
greed had taken the bees away

she don't know where she's gonna go now
she looked up to where there should have been stars
she said I wanna go to mars
and this, this planet ain't ours

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Kristin Hersh - Your Ghost

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Of The Wand And The Moon - Midnight Will

Night has come to tuck you in – arm yourself within
Honour the gleam – of our midnight will
All it’s glory – all it’s hell

Brace yourself
What do you seek?
I still wander
I still wonder
The walls of will – an ancient fire
The ways of awe – and consecration
In the midnight air – the fever burns
Bright and simple – life a leech

Brace yourself
Do you believe?
I still wander
I still wonder

The ways of truth – and the ways of lies
The ways of knowledge – and dedication
A perfect love – in songs of night
A perfect dawn – of our midnight will
Brace yourself
What do you see?
I still wander
I still wonder

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Cigarettes After Sex-Each Time You Fall In Love

Each time you fall in love it’s clearly not enough
You sleep all day and drive out in L.A.
It isn’t safe

and each time you kiss a girl you never know what it’s worth
You say all of the words they wanna hear
It isn’t real

She took you for a ride in summer baby
Lost all your money to her
All I wanna know is if you love her how come you never give in

Each time you have a dream you never know what it means
You see that open road and never know which way to go

and each time you fall in love it’s clearly not enough
You sleep all day and drive out in L.A.
It isn’t safe…

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Scott Walker - Nite Flights

theres no hold
the moving -
has come thru
the danger
brushing you
turns its face
into the heat
and runs
the tunnels
its so cold
the dark
dug up
by dogs
the stitches
torn and broke
the raw meat fist
you choke
has hit
the BLOODLITE
glass traps
open and close
on nite flights
broken necks
feather weights
press - the walls
be my love
we will be GODS
on nite flights
with
only one promise
only one way
to FALL

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Changes - We Went to Find the Sun

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Vendredi sur Mer - La Femme à la Peau Bleue

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Drinks - She Walks So Fast

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Tom Waits - Gun Street Girl

One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail

He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
He got all liquored up on that road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four
He left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door

I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home

He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
Well, he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog
He's staying out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Out of circulation till the dogs get tired

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone he saw, "they went that-a-way, boys"
Telling everyone he saw, "they went that-a-way"

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world
Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all

Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair
Well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
Tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home

Banging on the table with an old tin cup
Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again
Never kiss a Gun Street girl again
I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again

I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home