Our Hell

First went wrong is hard to find
We’re paralyzed, we apologize
Our hell is a good life
Last went wrong, where’s my prize under the lights
Can we call it in?
We’ll be on the road
Can we stop?
When we stop my back will turn your face toward the fence
What I thought it was it isn’t now
All this weight, is honest worse
We’re moderate, we modernize
till our hell is a good life
All we know what to forget… how to do right
Coloring in the black hole
Can’t we stop? when we stop
My hands will shake, my eyes will burn
My throat will ache, watching you turn
From me toward your friends
What I thought it was it isn’t now
What I thought it was it isn’t
Punishment to stall what is done
What I thought was in is missing out
What I thought it was it isn’t now
There’s a pattern in the system
There’s a bullet in the gun
That’s why I tried to save you
But it can’t be done

Smog "rock bottom riser"

Hooverphonic - Eden

ESta mañana he encendido la radio y en ese preciso instante ha empezado a sonar una canción que ya no recordaba.
La canción perfecta para una mañana de niebla...

INTIMIDAD

"El miedo es algo que sé reconocer. Mi infancia todavía guarda el sabor del miedo; de horas, días y meses de miedo. Miedo a mis padres, tías y tíos, a los vicarios, la policía y los profesores, y a ser pateado, maltratado e insultado por otros niños. Miedo a meterme en líos, a ser descubierto, y miedo a ser recriminado, abofeteado, ignorado, encerrado, excluido, y a otros numerosos castigos que rodeaban todo cuanto uno intentaba hacer. Y estaba, también, el miedo a lo que uno quería, odiaba o deseaba; el miedo a tu propia rabia, el miedo a las represalias y a la aniquilación. Existe el hábito, la convención y la moralidad, además del miedo a lo que puedes llegar a ser. No es sorprendente que uno acabe acostumbrándose a hacer lo que le dicen que haga, mientras se construye un escondrijo seguro en su interior y lleva una vida secreta. Tal vez por eso las historias de espías y dobles vidas nos resultan tan fascinantes. Es sin duda un milagro que alguien pueda hacer alguna vez algo original."

DeVotchKa

The Enemy Guns

What were the chances?

When I left you alone to fight your battles
Of long winters in hotels, what went through your mind?
How is it that you made it? How is it that you noticed?
It wasn't me who was looking at you
Through foggy glass or windows... it was them

I was out in Coolidge with my head on a counter
Drinking down my chances to ever return to anyone
No I wasn't faking it the hurt I felt was real
And all that was holy just slowly disappeared
Or just appeared in parking lots of truck stops
The lights all blinking and now all I'm thinking is
"How the hell did I get here?"

Does your husband know I call you sweetheart?
Does he know that I call you at all?
It's not like you're cheating we're only meeting
In hotels and not your home
(It's not like we're cheating
We're only meeting in hotels and not your home)

Would you change your last name to mine?
(Would you change your last name to mine?)

I think my kids would mind

I was in the desert waving planes and burning phonebooks
To a tune that was famous the year I was born
Do not leave me dancing alone
(Do not leave me dancing alone, pick up the phone and call me lover)
Pick up the phone
And call me lover
Say, "Come and get me, I am home"

Please pick up the phone
Please pick up the phone

The Owl by I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness

MOGWAI - Friend Of The Night