Holes to Heaven - Jack Johnson

the air was more than human
and the heat was more than hungry
and the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes

the bulls were running wild
because their big and mean and sacred
and the children were playing cricket with no shoes

the next morning we woke a man with a seven hour drive
well there we were stuck in port blaire
where boats break and children stare
and there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
mmhmm
and there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
mmhmm

disembarking from the port
with no mistakes of any sort
moving soundly engine running smooth

officials work while friendly
once we drown them with our sweet talk
and we bribe them with our cigarettes and booze

the next morning we woke a man with the sunrise to the right
moving back north to port claire
where boats break and children stare
and there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
mmhmm
yes and there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
mmhmm


Who Needs Love - Razorlight

Oooh darling who needs love?
Who needs a heaven up above?
Who needs the clouds, in the sky, not I

Oooh darling who needs the rain?
Who needs somebody that can feel your pain?
Who needs the disappointment, of a telephone call, not I
No I don't need that at all, not I

I'm, tired of love
Yeah, sick of love
I've taken more than enough

Oooh darling who needs the night?
The sacred hours, the fading life
Who needs the morning, and the joy it brings, not I
I've got my mind on other things, not I

Oooh darling who needs joy?
Who needs a perfect girl or boy?
And who needs to draw, that person near, not I
Because they always disappear, not I

And you know, I'm, tired of love
Yeah
Yeah I'm, sick of love
Yeah
You give me more than enough

I'm gone!

Oooh darling who needs love?
Who needs a heaven up above?
Who needs all the arguments, who needs to be right, not I
But I just can't give up without a fight, not I
No I just can't give up without a fight, not I
No I just can't give up without a fight, not I
No no no not I
Ooh no no not I
No no no no no not I

Oxford Comma - Vampire Weekend

Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas too
They're cruel
So if there's any other way
To spell the word
It's fine with me, with me

Why would you speak to me that way
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction dripping with disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth

Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I climbed to Dharamsala too
I did
I met the highest lama
His accent sounded fine
To me, to me

Check your handbook
It's no trick
Take the chapstick
Put it on your lips
Crack a smile
Adjust my tie
Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys

Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's to the wall
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth

Check your passport
It's no trick
Take the chapstick
Put it on your lips
Crack a smile
Adjust my tie
Know your butler, unlike other guys
Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's through the wall
Why would you tape my conversations?
Show your paintings
At the United Nations
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth

Cats Eyes - Guillemots

In a sandcastle far away from here
I was born with blue eyes - they disappeared
(There’s an angel where he likes to hide
There’s an angel where she likes to hide)

I came out in a street wearing cats’ eyes
And the stream never stopped, 'cause nobody lied
(There’s an angel where he needs to hide
There’s an angel where she needs to hide)

And I’m
Dying for you each day
You were the meaning of true
How did I ever lose you?
Dropped you in the sky
Black is not darker than white
A prison is colder than free
Angel, am I still me?
Tell me true
I lost my name in a war
I should have told you before
Somebody mentioned the score
Well I went running

I saw my lines, fly’s on zebra’s backs
City lust, lime rust water falls and attacks
(Snow fall in heaven, where they like to hide
Snow fall in heaven, where they like to hide)

And now I see why I’ve been thirsty for years
‘Cause they lead us back there with cold lunatic skill
(Snow fall in heaven, so they want to hide
They’re cold in heaven, so they want to love)

And I’m
Dying for you each day
You were the meaning of truth
Everything paired out on you
So I dropped you in the sky
Black is no further than white
A prison is colder than free
Angel, am I still me?
Take me back
I saw such things in my sleep
Creatures that taught me to speak
And sang me a tune
Sang me a tune

Everyone leaves you behind

Well, I’m coming back to you now

London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines - Panic At The Disco!


Stop stalling, make a name for yourself.
Boy you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out.
If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

Start talking "a sensationalist"
Oh he's slightly clever to just a certain extent
If you talk you better walk you better keep your mouth shut
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

(Panic!: meet the press)
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us to take a chance

(Panic!: meet the press)
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us...

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs
Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue
If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

Start talking "a sensationalist"
Oh he's slightly clever to just a certain extent
Well keep quiet let us sing like the doves
Then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof.

Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say

It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us...

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say

Love is Like a Bottle of Gin - The Magnetic Fields


It makes you blind, it does you in
It makes you think you're pretty tough
It makes you prone to crime and sin
It makes you say things off the cuff
It's very small and made of glass
and grossly over-advertised
It turns a genius to an ass
and makes a fool think he is wise
It could make you regret your birth
or turn cartwheels in your best suit
It costs a lot more than it's worth
and yet there is no substitute
They keep it on a higher shelf
the older and more pure it grows
It has no color in itself
but it can make you see rainbows
You can find it on the Bowery
or you can find it at Elaine's
It makes your words more flowery
It makes the sun shine, makes it rain
You just get out what they put in
and they never put in enough
Love is like a bottle of gin
but a bottle of gin is not like love