"Business Time," by Flight of the Conchords

Aww Yeah
Girl tonight we're gonna make love
You know how I know?
Because it's Wednesday
And Wednesday night is the night that we usually make love
Monday night is my night to cook
Tuesday night we go and visit your mother
But Wednesday we make sweet little love

When everything is just right
There's nothing good on tv
You haven't had your after work social sport team practice
So you are not too tired
Oh, boy, it's all love
You lean in and whisper something sexy like,
"I might go to bed. I've got work in the morning."
I know what you're trying to say baby.
You're trying to say "Aww, yeah. It's business time.”

It’s business
It’s business time
I know what you’re trying to say
You're trying to say it's time for business,
it's business time, oooh
It's business
It's business time
Aww ohooowoah yeah, yeah

Then in the bathroom brushing our teeth
That's all part of the foreplay, i love foreplay
Then you go sort out the recycling
That isn't part of the foreplay,
but it's still very important

Next thing you know we're in the bedroom
You're wearin' that baggy old ugly T-shirt you got from work several years ago
Mmmm, you know the one, baby
With the color stain

I remove my clothes
Very very clumsly
Trippin over my jeans 'cause I'm still wearing my shoes
But it's okay because I turn it all into a sexy dance.

Next thing you know I'm wearing absolutely nothing
Except for my socks
And you know when I'm down to just my socks
what time it is
It's business time

It's business
It's business time
When I'm down to my socks it's time for business
That's why they're called business socks, oooh
It’s business
It’s business time
Oooh, hoo hoo hoo oooh yeah, yeah

Making love
Making love for
Makin love for two
Making love for two minutes
When it's with me you only need two minutes,
because I'm so intense
Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven

You turn to me and say something sexy like, "Is that it?"
I know what you’re trying to say, girl
You're trying to say, "Aww yeah, that's it"
And then you tell me you want some more
Well, uh... I'm not surprised
But I'm quite sleepy

Mmm
It's business
It's business time
Business hours are over, baby
It's business
It's business time

"Four Winds," by Bright Eyes

Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name, or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifty cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
She caves

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'an is mute
If you burned them all together, you'd get close to the truth
Still, they're poring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun
Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds cry until it comes

And it's the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks

Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
On the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive."
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the badlands, the calloused East
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
Heard four winds leveling the pines

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves

Quelqu'un m'a dit by Carla Bruni

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit

Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?

On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit

Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?

Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?
Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,
J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"
Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit

Que tu m'aimais encore,
Me l'a t'on vraiment dit que tu m'aimais encore,
Serais ce possible alors ?

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux,
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit

Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?

...Because I Spit Hot Fire by You, Me, And Everyone We Know
The sweat soaks his shirt
and he's feeling his blood thin out
and thie pulse we've built outside this epidermis keeps his charm en route

pedals to the floor
like my hips press to yours
there's a whisper from your lips "lets go"
you don't stand a chance

i'm as stealthy as a slow gas leak
by the time that you know you'll have succomb to me
i've never seen such a battle to open one door

you're batting eyes
as he's taking his time
as we're playing out the last notes to your culling song

pedals to the floor
like my hips press to yours
there's a whisper from your lips "lets go"
you don't stand a chance

I'm a rush much like passing notes
cos i'm keeping the secrets you'd all die to know
but have no shame
these boundaries called waistlines are bound to be broken sometime

"Bad Day," by Darwin Deez

I hope that the last the page of your 800-page novel is missing
I hope that it rains if you leave the window down on your red Mustang

'Cause everyday ought to be a bad day for you

And if you drop your keys I hope there's a sewer somewhere very nearby
If you're out of clean sheets I hope your new girl takes off and it's clear why

Everyday ought to be a bad day for you

And I would like to be your girlfriend so I could dump you
And I would like to be your garbage man so I would never have to pick up your trash again

Maybe you should wonder why your apartment is always so empty
Well I hope you get locked out of that apartment and have to call Jenny (Ohhhhh)

'Cause everyday ought to be a bad day for you

But I'm sorry if it ever is

"Jesus, Etc.," by Wilco

Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me, honey
You can combine anything you want

I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape, singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Don't cry
You can rely on me, honey
You can come by any time you want

I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape, singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love
Our love
Our love is all we have

Our love
Our love is all of God's money
Everyone is a burning sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape, singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Free Bird, by Lynyrd Skynyrd

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
'Cause there's too many places
I've got to see

But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird, you'll can not change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can?t change
Bye, bye, baby it's been a sweet love

Yeah, yeah
Though this feeling I can't change
But please don't take it so badly
'Cause the Lord knows
I'm to blame

But, if I stayed here with you girl
Things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird, you'll can not change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And this bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can't change
Lord help me, I can't change
Lord I can't change

Won't you fly high, free bird, yeah?

"Casimir Pulaski Day," by Sufjan Stevens

Goldenrod and the 4H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car into the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning, through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the Bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael's house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning, at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared

All the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I found the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March, on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

All the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

"Marigold," by Jackie Greene

So much depends on first loves and friends
Legs for a table
And I, I painted my room
With judgments and doom
But I still ain't able to sleep
Got to sleep
And dream up some dreams I can keep
Oh my, my marigold, marigold

I was walking at dawn
When something turned on
But I couldn't name it
So I, I went back home
I did it alone
But I couldn't claim it
I tried, yes I tried
I tried, honey, I was denied
Oh my, my marigold, marigold

Well, everything becomes much more meaningless
As time passes by
So I hide in the bedroom with strong curtains drawn
So I can't look the world in the eye

I heard you were well
I heard that you fell
Back on your feet
Well me, I'm still in fear
I planted her here
Right in the street
To sleep, so she sleeps
And dreams with the orphans and freaks
Oh my, my marigold, marigold

Now talk, talk it is cheap
I talk in my sleep
I know what to say
I said, I said you were wise
To let go of my eyes
And push me away
And run, yes you run
You run, honey, nothing gets done
Oh my, my marigold, marigold

But all that I've learned
It must be a chemical change
After all, I'm no different from the next twisted talker
Who's taking his lies to the grave

I wasn't myself
I was nobody else
That I couldn't be
Like you were nobody, too
To somebody who's exactly like me
So sleep, let her sleep
And dream up the dreams we can keep
Oh my, my marigold, marigold

"To All the Lights in the Windows," by Conor Oberst

Moses up on the mountainside
What a place to meet
He brought his pad and his pencil
Poured himself some gypsy tea
And all the world's multiplicity
They turn his brain and his soul to stone
He drew his face on a tablet
And carried it back home

Jesus off in the water
Standing on his feet
Yeah, that's the thing about charisma
It makes everyone believe
But there is nothing impossible
When I'm with you and when you're with me
I got a sad sinking feeling
That that can never be

But I'm going to do what I can for you
I will make a plea
To all the lights in the windows
The puddles in the streets
And all the lovers that you've been teasing
From your balcony
May they carry you far from my memory

Solomon heard a protest
From the lower court
Reached in his ear for a silver dollar
Just like he'd done before
He tossed it high
Said that wisdom's fickle
And chance is God's retort
And handed them a sentence
It was death by Trojan horse

Pharaoh woke from a bad dream
Splashed some water on his face
When it's a matter of nightmares you had
Better ask a slave
And he may tell you a famine's coming
Or he may look away
If he's kind then return it
Let him lick your plate

But I'm going to do what I can for you
I will make a plea
To all the birds in the chimneys
The whales up on the beach
And all the footsteps that you've been hearing
Like a timpani
May they carry you far from your enemies

But I'm going to do what I can for you
I will make a plea
To all the lights in the windows
The puddles in the streets
And all the hours that you've been sitting
At your vanity
May they carry you far from your misery
May they carry you far

Jesus off in the water
Standing on his feet
Yeah, that's the thing about charisma
It makes everyone believe
That there is nothing impossible
When I'm with you and when you're with me
I got a sad sinking feeling
That will never be

I can taste more than feel
This burning inside is so real
I can almost lay my hands upon
The warm glow that lingers on

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, my soul's on fire
Moved, by a higher love

I surrender all control
To the desire that consumes me whole

And leads me by the hand to infinity
That lies in wait at the heart of me

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, my soul's on fire
Moved, by a higher love

Heaven bound on the wings of love
There's so much that you can rise above

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, moved, by a higher love
By a higher love

I surrender heart and soul
Sacrificed to a higher goal

Moved, moved by a higher love
By a higher love

Where The Wild Roses Grow, By Kylie Minogue feat. Nick Cave

CHORUS:
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face

CHORUS

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?'

On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'

CHORUS

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

CHORUS

Anna Molly, by Incubus

"Transatlanticism," by Death Cab For Cutie

The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how:
The clouds above opened up and let it out.

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.

Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing floodlands to your door
Have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

So come on, come on

''Speak Now'' by Taylor Swift :lovestruc :lovestruc :lovestruc


I'm not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in
On a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl

I sneak in and see your friends
And her snotty little family
All dressed in pastel

And she is yelling at a bridesmaid
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry

This is surely not
What you thought it would be
I lose myself in a daydream
Where I stand and say

Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said "speak now"

Fond gestures are exchanged
And the organ starts to play
A song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains
It seems that I was uninvited
By your lovely bride-to-be

She floats down the aisle
Like a pageant queen.
But I know you wish it was me
You wish it was me (Don't cha?)

Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said "speak now"

Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow
Your time is running out
And they said, "speak now"

Oh Oh Oh! ( said speak now.... )

I hear the preacher say
"Speak now or forever ho-old your pea-ea-ea-eace
There's the silence, there's my last chance
I stand up with shaking hands, all eyes on me

Horrified looks from
Everyone in the room
But I'm only looking at you.

I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in
On a white veil occasion
But you are NOT the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl!

( Ha! )

So don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said, "speak now"

And you Say
Let's run away now
I'll meet you when
I'm out of my tux at the back door

Baby, I didn't say my vows
So glad you were around when they said
"Speak now"

"Nobody's Perfect" ~ Jessie J
When I'm nervous, I have this thing, yeah, I talk too much,
Sometimes, I just can't shut the hell up.
It's like I need to tell someone, anyone who'll listen,
And that's where I seem to f*ck up, yeah.
I forget about the consequences, for a minute there I lose my senses,
And in the heat of the moment, my mouth starts going, the words start flowing

But I never meant to hurt you,
I know it's time that I learnt to
Treat the people I love,
Like I wanna be loved
This is a lesson learnt ,

I hate that I let you down, and I feel so bad about it.
I guess karma comes back around cause now I'm the one that's hurting, yeah,
And I hate that I made you think that the trust we had is broken,
So, don't tell me you can't forgive me
Cause nobody's perfect,
No(x7), nobody's perfect.


If I could turn back the hands of time,
I swear I never would've crossed that line.
I should of kept it between us,
But, no I went and told the whole world how I feel and, oh,
So I sit and I realise with these tears falling from my eyes,
I gotta change if I wanna keep you forever,
Promise that I'm gonna try!

But I never meant to hurt you,
I know it's time that I learnt to
Treat the people I love,
Like I wanna be loved
This is a lesson learnt ,

I hate that I let you down, and I feel so bad about it.
I guess karma comes back around cause now I'm the one that's hurting, yeah,
And I hate that I made you think that the trust we had is broken,
So, don't tell me you can't forgive me
Cause nobody's perfect,
No(x7), nobody's perfect.

I'm not a saint, no, not at all, but, what I did, it wasn't cool,
But I swear that I'll never do that again to you!
I'm not a saint, no, not at all, but, what I did, it wasn't cool,
But I swear that I'll never do that again to you!

I hate that I let you down, and I feel so bad about it.
I guess karma comes back around cause now I'm the one that's hurting, yeah,
And I hate that I made you think that the trust we had is broken,
So, don't tell me you can't forgive me
Cause nobody's perfect, no,

And I hate that I let I hate that I let you down, and I feel so bad about it.
I guess karma comes back around cause now I'm the one that's hurting, yeah,
And I hate that I made you think that the trust we had is broken,
So, don't tell me you can't forgive me
Don't tell me(x2),
No, no,
You can't forgive, no,
Because nobodys perfect.

"Waltz #2," by Elliott Smith

First the mic, then a half cigarette
Singing "Cathy's Clown"
That's the man she's married to now
That's the girl that he takes around town
She appears composed, so she is, I suppose
Who can really tell?
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll
I'm never going to know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow

Now she's done and they're calling someone
Such a familiar name
I'm so glad that my memory's remote
Because I'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note
Here it is, the revenge to the tune
"You're no good,
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good."
Can't you tell that it's well understood?

I'm never going to know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow

I'm here today and I'm expected to stay
On and on and on
I'm tired
I'm tired

Looking out on the substitute scene
Still going strong
XO, Mom
It's okay, it's alright, nothing's wrong
Tell Mr. Man with the impossible plans to just leave me alone
In the place where I make no mistakes
In the place where I have what it takes

I'm never going to know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm never going to know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm never going to know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow

I ain’t into S&M, but my whip’s off the chain

A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame


Twisted-a*s mind, got a pretzel for a brain

An eraser for a head, f****n’ pencil for a frame

You don’t like it then peel off, b***h

Every last woman on Earth I’ll kill off, and I still wouldn’t f**k you, s**t

So wipe the smile on your grill off, I swear to god I’ll piss a Happy Meal off

"I Must Belong Somewhere," by Bright Eyes

Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall
Leave the death ledger under City Hall
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today

Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
Leave the birds you killed at your father's feet
Let the sideways rain and the crooked street remain

Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel
Leave the dead star lilt on her pedestal
Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today

Just leave the sad guitar in its hard-shelled case
Leave the worried look on your lover's face
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain

Because everything, it must belong somewhere
A train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs
Everything, it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here

Leave the ocean's roar in its turquoise shell
Leave the widower in his private hell
Leave the liberty in that broken bell today

Leave the epic poem on its yellow page
Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage
Let the traveling band on the interstate remain

Because everything, it must belong somewhere
Soundstage in California, televisions in Times Square
Everything, it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here

Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed
Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today

Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel
Leave the homeless man out in his cardboard cell
Let the painted horse on the carousel remain

Because everything, it must belong somewhere
Just like the gold around his finger or the silver in his hair
Everything, it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here

In truth, the forest hears each sound
Each blade of grass as it lies down
The world requires no audience
No witnesses, no witnesses

Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool
Leave the autumn leaves in the swimming pool
Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today

Leave the novelist in his daydream tune
Leave the scientist in his Rubik's Cube
Let the true genius in the padded room remain

Leave the horse's hair on the slanted bow
Leave the slot machines on the river boat
Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today

Leave the hot, bright trash in the shopping malls
Leave the hawks of war in their Capitol
Let the organ's moan in the cathedral remain

Because everything, it must belong somewhere
They locked the devil in the basement, threw God up into the air
Everything, it must belong somewhere
And you know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here
You know it's true, why don't you leave me here?