sometimes it's hard to tell the wish from the well

Linda Draper - Traces Of

walk away, catch up with the sunrise

Elena Tonra - Landfill

you´ll be the death of me with your silver lips and lies

Julia Holter - Moni Mon Amie

I dreamed I was you

Emmy the Great - Hypnotist's Son

just tea for two and two for tea

Lisa Ekdahl - Tea For Two

they just circled around and around

There's a story in an ancient play about birds called The Birds
And it's a short story from before the world began
From a time when there was no earth, no land.
Only air and birds everywhere.
But the thing was there was no place to land.
Because there was no land.
So they just circled around and around.
Because this was before the world began.
And the sound was deafening. Songbirds were everywhere.
Billions and billions and billions of birds.
And one of these birds was a lark and one day her father died.
And this was a really big problem because what should they do with the body?
There was no place to put the body because there was no earth.
And finally the lark had a solution.
She decided to bury her father in the back if her own head.
And this was the beginning of memory.
Because before this no one could remember a thing.
They were just constantly flying in circles.
Constantly flying in huge circles.
There's a story in an ancient play about birds called The Birds
And it's a short story from before the world began
From a time when there was no earth, no land.

Laurie Anderson - The Beginning Of Memory

I've told whole lies with a half smile

St. Vincent - Cheerleader

the world we made has been ending

Angel Olsen - Creator, Destroyer

i guess the pills don't work

Flunk - Cigarette Burns

mother I see nothing at all

I lean in
to the well
black water
what can you tell
a shadow swallows my reflection
mother I see nothing at all
the moon
belly full of light
all big and bright
all alone
in the sky
alone as I
a shadow swallows my reflection
mother I see nothing at all
I thought I saw
your face
how I wished
it would be your face
a shadow swallows my reflection
mother I see nothing at all
I lean in
to the well
black water
what can you tell


Mirel Wagner - The Well

nous rirons à pleines dents

Barbara Carlotti, L'Idéal

Nous passerons nos vies
Dans des lieux sublimes
A lire en sirotant l’alcool
Des textes décadents
Sur la nature de l’Homme
Sur ses plaisirs futiles
Et nous rirons à pleines dents

Idéal, idéal, idéal, idéal

Devant la mer, des êtres androgynes
Danseront tous les soirs
Dans leurs robes d’argent
Et nous confondrons
Dans nos vagues pupilles
Les reflets de l’eau et le soleil fondu
Sur l’accord de septembre

Idéal au bord de mer
Idéal et délétère
Idéal et délicieux
Idéal et déluré

L’idéal doit exister

Nous passerons nos vies
Dans des maisons de pierre
Dressées dans la nature
Meublées d’objets anciens
De frugal banquet devant le ciel clair
Pour simple nourriture la musique et le vin

Idéal, idéal, idéal, idéal

A vivre demi-nus, de fruits et de soleil
De poésie subtile
Verlaine, Rimbaud, Baudelaire
Du vin coulant à flots
Quelques habits de fête
Juste ce qu’il faut
Rien ou presque

L’idéal doit exister