Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band – God Bless Our Dead Marines

They put angels in the electric chair
Straight-up angels in the electric chair

And no-one knew or no-one cared
But burning stars lit up their hair
And burning stars lit up their hair
And crawled to heaven on golden stairs

And oh! How we to and fro! To and fro! To and fro!

This is our torched estates
(and we are your sweet mistakes)

And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
Who among us will avenge miss Nina Simone?

There’s fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines

Someone had an accident
Above the burning trees
While somewhere distant peacefully
Our vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids dont get photographed
God bless our dead marines

The hungry and the hanged
The damaged and the done
Striving ‘long this spinning rock
Tumbling past the sun
Get through this life without killing anyone
And consider yourself golden

Lost a friend to cocaine
Couple friends to smack
Troubled hearts map deserts
And they rarely do come back
Lost a friend to oceans
Lost a friend to hills
Lost a friend to suicide
Lost a friend to pills
Lost a friend to monsters
Lost a friend to shame
Lost a friend to marriage
Lost a friend to blame
Lost a friend to worry and
Lost a friend to wealth
Lost a friend to stubborn pride
And then I lost myself

I love my dog and she loves me
The world’s a mess and so are we
She tumbles long green muddy fields
Sick with joy and glee
And as she dreams sweet puppy dreams
Whimpering gently

There’s fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident
Above the burning trees
While somewhere distant peacefully
Our vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids dont get photographed
God bless this century

When the world is sick can’t no one be well
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong

Cajun Dance Party – No Joanna

It feels like this,
As i walk the streets and I stalk the leaves on my way home,
Look down at my shoes,
To see how i move,
And it’s always wrong, it’s always wrong

But i can’t go back, I can’t go back,
I can’t go back to her,
She’ll see she’ll see the way i look,
I’ve looked,
I’ll always look
through my eyes through my heart but not my sense

I seem to lose, not when i choose
And it’s always wrong, it’s always wrong
But second source, in the middle of the night
Was easy but not with this girl

Joanna sits on the wall,
Smiling and laughing and asking for more,
She’s won the battle but now comes the fear,
It’s over It’s over, just as I came near

It feels like this,
As i walk the streets and I stalk the leaves on my way home,
The house is so near, but oceans from here
And it’s always wrong, it’s always wrong

But summer air,
When hands are a tangle, you think that you’ve won all the while

Joanna sits on the wall,
Smiling and laughing and asking for more,
She’s won the battle but now comes the fear,
It’s over, it’s over, just as i came near

But second source in the middle of the night,
It feels like this, it feels like this..

My eyes will take a tear, from you
My heart will take a beat or two
My feet will take me back to you
Tonight they always do

Joanna sits on the wall,
Smiling and laughing, and asking for more
She’s won the battle but now comes the fear
it’s over, it’s over, just as I came near..

Your eyes aren’t blue but i still see, see
within

Los Campesinos! – …And We Exhale And Roll Our Eyes In Unison

It’s bad enough you ever used the word as an adjective
But to suggest we do it in heels is really quite crass
And frankly, we’re reasonably practical
And we know the benefits of always doing these things in flats

And I spent the last seven years perched on the edge of my bed
Scratching ‘I am incredibly sincere’ into my forearm
You should know better

A fifteen year old’s a notorious lazy innuendo
(The last man standing is a girl)
Four sweaty boys with guitars tell me NOTHING about my life
And the earth’s air pressure gets far greater when I hear you
You should try harder

It takes an educated guess to see I like you a little at best
And if you’ve come here for the faces then you leave under duress
And you still treat it like a novelty
This pop concert by virtue
And we exhale, and roll our eyes in unison

And we exhale
And we roll our eyes
And we do these things in unison

And woe is me
And woe is you
And woe is us, together

And woe is me
And woe is you
And woe is us, together