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songs:ohia - farewell transmission (from magnolia electric co.)
The whole place is dark
Every light on this side of the town
Suddenly it all went down
Now we'll all be brothers of the fossil fire of the sun
Now we will all be sisters of the fossil blood of the moon
Someone must have set us up
Now they'll be working in the cold grey rock, in the hot mill steam
Now they'll be working in the concrete
In the sirens and the silences now all the great set up hearts - all at once start to beat
After tonight if you don't want us to be
A secret out of the past
I will resurrect it, I'll have a good go at it
I'll streak his blood across my beak and dust my feathers with his ashes
I can feel his ghost breathing down my back
I will try and know whatever I try, I will be gone but not forever
The real truth about it is no one gets it right
The real truth about it is we're all supposed to try
There ain't no end to the sands I've been trying to cross
The real truth about it is my kind of life's no better off
If I've got the maps or if I'm lost
The real truth about it is there ain't no end to the desert I'll cross
I've really known that all along
Mama, here comes midnight with the dead moon in its jaws
Must be the big star about to fall
Long dark blues
Will-o the wisp
The big star is falling
Through the static and distance
A farewell transmission
Listen

pavement - date with IKEA (from brighten the corners)
The actress is always breaking things
The things you made she took you for
And I'm so tired I'd be lying
I hope the prarie buys you more
The fitness coast is growing near
The shores they don't stay blonde this year
That's why the marblelawn stays clear and warm in time
I want to stay but my time is wasting
Magic lands call my name
They want to fire a missle launcher to the sky
I know I need to stay
And we all know that by staying here
It will be a good high this year
So what's the use of staying there
If you've got no use for time
The fitness coast is growing near
The shores they don't stay blonde all year
The continent moves with growing fear
It's all for expensive lawn
I want to stay but my time is wasting
Magic lands call my name
They want to fire a missle launcher to the sky
I know I need to stay
I know I need to stay and fight the day

they might be giants - ana ng (from lincoln)
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating:
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"
They don't need me here, and I know you're there
Where the world goes by like the humid air
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is, we don't know anything