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