"Positively Fourth Street" -Bob Dylan

Well, we drive down the street in our car.
I suppose to you, it would look antique, but to me it's new because
I am living now (in the past).
Maybe I lost my faith a little bit, but did I have any faith to begin with.
I'm sitting in the backseat, as always, on the way to visit our family
our so-called family.
for our so-called holiday celebration.
I'm just not happy here, because none of them are like me.
But that's ok, I'll be out of here soon enough.
Is it sad? Perhaps.
I'm myself. At least I'm myself.
I don't think anyone can take that away.
No, no one can.

"Let's Go Surfing" -The Drums

highkneeshighkneeshighknees
I'm running like a soldier marches.
I look silly.
But that's ok.

Wanna go surfing?

It's not summer, and we don't live by the beach
you say
Stop being silly.
We don't need summer and we don't need a beach
we just need you and we just need me.
You still laugh at me.

Well fine, then.
I roller skate away and and you come sprinting after me.
Of course suburbia can be our playground
our waves, if you wish.

So we surf down the streets
and through piles of leaves,
fasterandfasterand
I love to rollerskate with you.
It's silly how much I do.




Listen Here.

"Royal Blue" -Cold War Kids

Shoulders shrugging, do you like jazz music?
I'm going to strut down the street, and you can't say anything. Everyone thinks you're crazy when you dance. But if I can hear the music, why deny the dance? And they can just forget about it.
"From now on, with the sky as my roof."
I'm a tireless vagabond and I'll go where I please.
Clap, stomp, move, in time.
I'll show my true colors out here, and if you happen to see, I'll paint them even brighter.
For who am I to hide myself? Who am I to disguise my being? Who am I to conceal my existence from the world,
when it gave me my existence?



Listen Here.

"Mine Is Yours" -Cold War Kids

Water is dripping from a dripping drainpipe and I'm walking in the cellar of this run-down factory.
Didn't there used to be something here?
And so I'm tired of this place because it'swet and it'scold and darkandemptyandbroken
and gone.
There's the door.
Why is the door, something I never thought of before?
My hot sweaty hand grips the cold clammy doorknob. My heart is beating faster than ever before.
I turn the knob, and throw the door open wide.
I'm in a tunnel, and there's light at the end. Some goddamn cliche? All this for something I've heard before?
But I still can't deny the light at the end.
So I run.
(we'll make it.)



Listen Here.