Toss up between two right now:
Masterfade - Andrew Bird
Well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun
With that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons
And when you look up at the sky
All you see are zeros
All you see are zeros and ones
You took my hand and led me down to watch the kewpie doll parade
We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade
It's not that I just didn't care I must admit I was afraid
And I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade
Masterfade
I coulda played along
Masterfade
I coulda played Mah Jongg
But it just takes too long
And I just can't remember
Which way the east wind blows does it matter?
If we're all matter
What's it matter does it matter
If we're all matter when we're done?
When the sky is full of zeros and ones
I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain
I thought at last I'd found a situation you can't explain
With GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees
Your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees
If the green grass is 6 the soybeans are 7
The junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11
And if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face
when they come floating down from the heavens
You took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade
We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade
You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid
'Cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade
Masterfade
I coulda played along
The masterfade
I coulda played Mah Jongg
But it just takes too long
And I just can't remember
Which way the east wind blows
When you're lying on the ground staring up at that inverted compass
I mean Christ, who knows?
Just strikes me as a very romantic song, full of imagery of vulnerability and excitement.
No Children - The Mountain Goats
I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again in my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
The exact opposite reason. The way Darnielle introduces this at concerts is, "If you've never had reason to understand this song, you will. At some point. And you'll be glad you heard it."
Edited by Dan Carroll, : formatting
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