The National "Slow Show".

Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
Can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
A little more stupid, a little more scared
Every minute more unprepared

I made a mistake in my life today
Everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
Way out of sync from the beginning

I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you
And crack you up
So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God I’m very, very frightened
I’ll overdo it

Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
And not thinking of my dick
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
From one side of it to the other

I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you
And crack you up
So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God I’m very, very frightened
I’ll overdo it

You know I dreamed about you
For twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
For twenty-nine years

You know I dreamed about you
For twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
For twenty-nine years

— The National - Slow Show

Electrelane "The Valleys".

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Electrelane - ‘The Valleys’ (from The Power Out, 2004)

As near to a perfect song as one could ask for.

— Jonny Greenwood - Prospectors Arrive

when i’m at the pearly gates
this will be on my videotape, my videotape
mephistopheles is just beneath
and he’s reaching up to grab me

this is one for the good days
and i have it all here
in red, blue, green
red, blue, green

you are my center
When i spin away
out of control on videotape
on videotape
on videotape
on videotape

because i can’t do it face to face
i’m talking to you before

no matter what happens now
you shouldn’t be afraid
because i know today has been the most perfect day i’ve ever seen

— radiohead - videotape

elbow "scattered black and whites".

Been climbing trees I’ve skinned my knees
My hands are black the sun is going down
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
She’s listening to the dream I weaved today
Crosswords through the bathroom door
While someone sings the theme tune to the news
And my sisters buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air
And that’s what triggered this
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days

A high-back chair, he sits and stairs
A thousand yards and whistles marching-band
Kneeling by and speaking up
He reaches out and I take a massive hand
Disjointed tales that flit between
Short trousers and a full dress uniform
And he talks of people ten years gone
Like I’ve known them all my life
Like scattered black and whites
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here somedays