Artist	Song
secret stars	your life to live
broken social scene	i'm still your fag
joan of arc	white out
for stars	there was a river
holopaw	cinders
grandaddy	so you'll aim toward the sky
okkervil river	kansas city
mirah	cold, cold water
son, ambulance	brown park
shins	when you notice the stripes
bedhead	roman candle
microphones	the moon
east river pipe	baltimore
fruit bats	slipping through the sensors
m. ward	carolina
red house painters	summer dress
aarktica	aura lee
flaming lips	all we have is now

Comment:

he made the mistake of calling the decemberists "fucked up gypsy circus music." so i shot him in the face. the title is stolen from my pokemon notebook of b-side poetry.

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