Stephen Fretwell - "Run"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCt_w1uThTA

Run, run like the wind
Don't wait for a thing
There is nothing here for you
But if you stay
Well then let me say
I'll go out of my way for you

It's not like before
I'll say no more
Everyone else has said it for me
A beautiful tree
A beautiful tree
It's a shame that the root of it's me

Sleep, sleep on the floor
A knock on the door
To tell me if you want some more
I can't relate
To what's on your plate
And my appetite never failed before

A beautiful tree
A beautiful tree
It's a shame that the root of it's me
A beautiful tree
A beautiful tree
It's a shame that the root of it's me

Tell me tomorrow
I'll wait by the window for you

Run, run like the wind
Don't wait for a thing
There is nothing here for you
But if you stay
Well then let me say
I'll go out of my way for you

It's not like before
I'll say no more
Everyone else has said it for me
A beautiful tree
A beautiful tree
It's a shame that the root of it's me

Tell me tomorrow I'll wait by the window for you
I'll wait by the big house for you
I'll wait by the squeezebox for you
I'll wait by your dresses for you

The Mountain Goats - "Going To Queens"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFyZO3M0Hlg&feature=related

The ghostly sing-song
Of the children playing Double-Dutch.
I felt the wind come through the window
I felt it turn around and switch back.
In the second story room,
In Jamaica Queens.
Your hair was dripping wet,
Your skin was clean.
And the children skipping rope
Tripled their speed.
You were all I'd ever wanted,
You were all I'd ever need.

In New York City
In the middle of July
The air was heavy and wet
The air was heavy, your body was heavy on mine.
I will know who you are yet.
I will know who you are yet.

Choir of Young Believers - "Hollow Talk"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFQ6XgvX3Qo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vy7yuj-UrNI

Echoes start as a cross in you,
Trembling noises that come to soon.
Spatial movement which seems to you,
Resonating your mask or feud.
Hollow talking and hollow girl,
Force it up from the root of pain.
Never said it was good, never said it was near,
Shadow rises and you are here.

And then you cut;
You cut it out,
And everything
Goes back to the beginning.

Silence seizes a cluttered room,
Light is shed not a breath too soon.
Darkness rises in all you do, Standing and drawn across the room.
Spatial movements are butterflies
Shadows scatter without a fire.
There's never been bad, there has always been truth,
Muted whisper of the things she'll move.

And then you cut;
You cut it out.
And everything Goes back to the beginning.
Never said it was good, never said it was new,
Muted whisper of the things you feel.

You Won't - "Three Car Garage"

http://youwont.bandcamp.com/track/three-car-garage

The Who - "My Generation"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=594WLzzb3JI

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)


This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Blaze Foley - "Clay Pigeons"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KB_2CUj3y6Y

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station,
Gonna get a ticket to ride.
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side.
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me,
'Bout two or three times.
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat,
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet.
And get along with it all.
Go down where the people say "y'all",

Sing a song with a friend.
Change the shape that I'm in,
And get back in the game,
And start playin' again.

I'd like to stay,
But I might have to go to start over again.
Might go back down to Texas,
Might go to somewhere that I've never been,
And get up in the mornin,'
And go out at night.

And I won't have to go home,
Get used to bein' alone.
Change the words to this song.
Start singin' again.

I'm tired of runnin' 'round,
Lookin' for answers to questions that I already know.
I could build me a castle of memories,
Just to have somewhere to go.
Count the days and the nights,
That it takes to get back in the saddle again.

Feed the pigeons some clay.
Turn the night into day,
Start talkin' again,
When I know what to say.

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station,
Gonna get a ticket to ride.
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids,
And sit down by her side.
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me,
'Bout two or three times.
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat,
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet,
And get along with it all.

Go down where the people say "y'all,"
Feed the pigeons some clay.
Turn the night into day,
Start talkin' again,
When I know what to say.

Bright Eyes - "Road To Joy"

The sun came up with no conclusion.
Flowers sleeping in their beds.
This city's cemetery's humming,
I'm wide-awake, it's morning.

I have my drugs, I have my woman.
They keep away my loneliness.
My parents they have their religion,
But sleep in separate houses.

I read the body count out of the paper,
And now it's written all over my face.
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter,
Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place.

So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing,
Everyday I'm on the clock.
My mind races with all my longings,
But can't keep up with what I got.

So I hope I don't sound too ungrateful,
What history gave modern man.
A telephone to talk to strangers,
Machine guns and a camera lens.

So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing,
It's best to join the side that's gonna win,
And no one's sure how all of this got started,
But we're gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end!
Oh ya we will, oh ya we will!

Well, I could have been a famous singer,
If I had someone else's voice,
But failure's always sounded better,
Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise!

The sun came up with no conclusion.
Flowers sleeping in their beds.
This city's cemetery's humming,
I'm wide-awake, it's morning.