"Piazza, New York Catcher," by Belle & Sebastian

Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
A trail for the Devil to erase

San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell about
The saddest book you ever had to read always makes you cry
The statue’s crying too and well he may

I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you, my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for 318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the song we love until this day
You’d settle for an epitaph like 'Walk Away, Renee'
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

"Delicate," by Damien Rice

We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place that you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

Gavin Rossdale - Love Remains The Same

"A thousand times I've seen you standing
gravity like a lunar landing
make me want to run till I find you
shut the world away from here, drift to you, you're all I hear
everything we know fades to black
half the time the world is ending, truth is I am done pretending

I never thought that I had any more to give
pushing me so far here I am without you
drink to all that we have lost, mistakes that we have made
everything will change, love remains the same"




Lifehouse - Take Me Away

"This time what I want is you
there is no one else
who can take your place
this time you burn me with your eyes
you see past all the lies
you take it all away
I've seen it all
and it's never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you"

What's The Use Of Wond'rin' - Amanda Palmer feat. Annie Clark

What's the use of wond'rin'
If he's good or if he's bad?
Or if you like the way
He wears his hat?

What's the use of wond'rin'
If he's good or if he's bad?
He's your fella, and you love him
That's all there is to that

Common sense may tell you
That the ending will be sad
And now's the time
To break and run away

But what's the use of wond'rin'
If the ending will be sad?
He's your fella, and you love him
There's nothing more to say

Something made him the way he is
Whether he's false or true
And something gave him the things that are his
One of those things is you

So when he wants your kisses
You'll give them to the lad
And anywhere he leads you
You will walk

And anytime he needs you
You'll go running there like mad
You're his girl, and he's your fella
And all the rest is talk

"Show me how to lie You're getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that's hard to teach Another clever word Sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you step back into line A mob jumps to their feet"

"Agenda Suicide" by The Faint

You could follow logic
Or contest it all
The work solution makes the common house a home

The element of progress
That you mention is gone
It de-evolved to something you were headed toward

As i lay to die the things i think
Did i waste my time, i think i did
I worked for life

All we want are just pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes

Like a cast shadow
Like a fathers dream
Have a cut out son
What's a worse disease
To get that pretty little home

As i lay to die the things i think
I don't want to regret what i did- and work for life

All we want are just pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes

Agenda suicide
The drones work hard before they die
And give up on pretty little homes

(like a cast shadow)
Our work makes pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Agenda suicide, the drones work hard before they die
And give up on pretty little homes

"We Looked Like Giants," by Death Cab For Cutie.

God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town

When every Thursday I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.

God damn the black night with all its foul temptation
I become what I always hated
When I was with you then

We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside

And together there
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
Began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer than anyone would ever get

Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines
I don't know about you but I swear on my name they could smell it on me
I've never been too good with secrets.
No...

And together there
In a shroud of frost and mountain air
Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer...

Just heard this song on the radio. I has reference to Star Trek
"Star Trucker" by Slim Dusty (he's an Aussie)
Well now you see that feller in the Louieville
he's got a mighty fine opinion of his drivin’ skills
Give him half a chance and he’ll bash your ear
Tell you how good he is!!

He can drive all night and he can drive day
And still be on the ball or so he’ll say
But I can share a little yarn about his claim to fame
He’d rather not talk about

It was on the Newell highway in July last year
Somewhere after midnight it was cold but clear
I see this big rig parked in the middle of the road
Lit up like a Christmas tree!!

Well you can well imagine I expected the worst
So I thought I'd take a look in the cabin first
Then I see you know who by the side of the road
Standin’ there starin’ at the stars and yellin’

“Beam me up Scotty im’a ready to ride
To take my place at the helm of the Enterprise
And boldly go through those starry skies
Hey I've proved my worth down here on earth
I'm a star trucker, star trucker
it's time for me to go interplanetary
I'm a star, star trucker “

Guitar Solo

I gotta tell you boys it took me by surprise
To see the crazy look in that poor blokes eyes
And when he sees me comin’ he starts to scream
“Klingons off the starboard bow”

Then I have this flash on how to make it work
I said “Son, it's not the Klingons, it's Captain Kirk”
He says “Sorry Captain it's been a hell of a day”
And I just, can't, push, it any harder

So beam me up Scotty im’a ready to ride
To take my place at the helm of the Enterprise
And boldly go through those starry skies
Hey I've proved my worth down here on earth
I'm a star trucker, star trucker
And it's time for me to go interplanetary
I'm a star, star trucker
Star, star trucker

"Makin' A Mile", 1997

"Come And Find Me," by Josh Ritter.

If I could trace the line that ran
Between your smile and your sleight of hand
I'd guess that you put something up my sleeve
Now every time I see your face the bells ring in a far-off place
We can find each other this way I believe

From the hills and up behind, my town
is naked from the horizon down
The curvature is pressed against the raise
We walked up in the fields alone
And the silence fell just like a stone
That got lost in the wild blue and the gravel grey

Come and find me now

Though I'm here in this far off place
My air is not this time and space
I draw you close with every breath
you don't know it's right until it's wrong
You don't know it's yours until it's gone
I didn't know that it was home ‘til you up and left

Come and find me now

I keep you in a flower vase
With your fatalism and your crooked face
With the daisies and the violet brocades
And I keep me in a vacant lot
In the ivy and forget-me-nots
Hoping you will come and untangle me one of these days

Come and find me now