Artist	Song
the sundays	another flavour
madness	i'll compete
elliott smith	christian brothers
some girls	feel it
tori amos	cruel
the gossip	fire sign
doug martsch	dream
cake	open book
cat power	living proof
bouncing souls	lamar vannoy
rufus wainwright	milbrook
10,000 maniacs	poison in the well
the rolling stones	under my thumb
the mighty mighty bosstones	another drinkin' song
pearl jam	breath
the mamas and the papas	shooting star
311	purpose
saint etienne	goodnight

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"fashion...the timing was wrong...your friends are fairweather, you knew it all along..."

"but i'll compete...for all that it's worth..."


"...and you think i oughta shake your mother fucking hand...well i know how much you care..."


"it's not gonna be like heaven for long, will you still be here when the crowds have gone?"


"i can be cruel, i don't know why, why can't my balloon stay up, in a perfectly windy sky..."


"what do i gotta do to make it work out, what do i gotta do"


"how many times ive seen, passenger jet planes stopping in mid air. fall and crash right in front of me, being surprised that this time its for real..."


"but youre caught in your own glory, you are believing your own stories, writing your own headlines, ignoring your own deadlines, but now youve got to write them all again"


"yes i was jealous because you were sworn, how could you come undone to a word so strong?"


"something had to change somewhere or he would go insane, but when some years slipped by, and he still felt the same...people and money came and went and the only thing that stayed the same, were the feelings he felt, when those records played..."


"and all the evening breakdowns, will soon be washed from their hands"


"but the week is over and now its grown into years since i was told i should be calm, theres nothing to fear"


"the change has come, she's under my thumb"


"please no applause, a dedication to a medication, a crutch, a cure, a cause...what ive counted on to pick me up has knocked me to my knees"


"can't expect to go out with anything more...run away my son, see it all, see the world..."


"you were a shooting star, weren't you?...till moon dust came along and burned you..."


"coming up to the surface and maybe, ill never see you again, then again, who knows"


"goodnight...goodnight, goodnight, goodnight...will you sing me to sleep, and stroke my hair? I'll close my eyes if i know that you're there..."

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