&eames ✖ we'll be the passenger
&eames.
my angel rocks back and forth ✖ four tet || instrumental track
like a hitman, like a dancer ✖ a.c. newman || like a hit man | oh, like a dancer | all muscle, all muscle | like the old champion about to go under | I owe my soul | like a changed man | but not a changed man | you're gonna change sides | but you wanted to wait | like a fourth wall | a car chase on a blue screen | all eyes roll, all eyes roll | like a snowfall that blankets the city | swallowed whole | like a changed man | but not a changed man | you're gonna change sides | but you wanted to wait | like a hit man | oh, like a dancer | all muscle, all muscle | like a balancing act or a stage whisper | it's all I know
take you on a cruise ✖ interpol || I'm timeless like a broken watch | and make money like Fred Astaire | I see that you've come to resist me | I'm a pitbull in time | the pretence is not what restricts me | it's the circles inside | an anatomy of kisses | and a teacher who tries | and knows how we'll disappear | would you like to be my Missus | and a future with child | you know we can't get back from here | we can get away | baby won't you try to find me | baby won't you try to fight | baby won't you try to find me | maybe it will be alright | along the way | tears drown in the wake of delight | there's nothing like this built today | you'll never see a finer ship in your life | we sail today | tears drown in the wake of delight | there's nothing like this built today | you'll never see a finer ship | or see a better tip in your life | I am the scavenger | between the sheets of union | lately I can't tell for sure | whether machines turn anyone
i think ur a contra ✖ vampire weekend || I had a feeling once | that you and I | could tell each other everything | for two months | but even without hope | with truth on our side | when you turn away from me | it's not right | I think you're a Contra | I think you're a Contra | and dear Contra | I think you're a Contra | my revolution thoughts | your little arrows of desire | I wanna trace them to the source | and the wire | but it's not useful now | since we both made up our minds | you gotta watch out for yourself | so will I | I think you're Contra | I think that you lie | don't call me Contra | till you've tried
vinegar and salt ✖ hooverphonic || I | like the things that you hate | and you | hate the things that I like | but it aches | honesty's your church | but sometimes | it's better to lie | I | am the vinegar and salt | and you | are the oil that dissolves | my frustration | honesty's limitation | but sometimes | it's better to lie | I am the vinegar and salt | and you are the oil that dissolves my frustrations | limitations | but sometimes | I don't dare to ask why
this is love ✖ pj harvey || I can't believe life's so complex | when I just wanna' sit here and watch you undress | this is love that I'm feeling | does it have to be a life full of dread? | I wanna' chase you round the table, I wanna' touch your head | this is love that I'm feeling | I can't believe that the axis turns on suffering | when you taste so good | I can't believe that the axis turns on suffering | while my head burns | this is love that I'm feeling | even in the summer, even in the spring | you can never get too much of a wonderful thing | you're the only story that I never told | you're my dirty little secret, wanna' keep you so | come on out, come on over, help me forget | keep the walls from falling on me, tumbling in | this is love that I'm feeling
live it out ✖ metric || on the day we were supposed to leave | you changed your mind at the station | you had a nice apartment | there was a good bar downstairs | your old friend worked there | I'll go anyway, I'll go anyway | they won't refund the ticket | it's a good story | but I don't want to live it alone | crash to take a chance | I wanna live it out | look at you, I know I'm already dead | no concrete adversity | only traps of our own actions | how we wanted it to be | now I'm never gonna see you again | you turned off | vertabrae by vertebrae | roll your way out of a coma | look up, the nurse is smiling | what luck, the nurse is me | your old body is dead | your body's dead, you're a word instead | in my sleep I repeat it | it's a good story
mistaken for strangers ✖ the national || you have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to | cause you don't mind seeing yourself in a picture | as long as you look far away | as long as you look removed | showered and blue-blazered | fill yourself with quarters | showered and blue-blazered | fill yourself with quarters | you get mistaken for strangers by your own friends | when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights | arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under | oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watch | another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults | make up something to believe in your heart of hearts | so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves | so you swear you just saw a feathery woman | carry a blindfolded man through the trees
the passenger ✖ iggy pop || get into the car | we'll be the passenger | we'll ride through the city tonight | we'll see the city's ripped backsides | we'll see the bright and hollow sky | we'll see the stars that shine so bright | stars made for us tonight | oh, the passenger | how, how he rides | oh, the passenger | he rides and he rides | he looks through his window | what does he see? | he sees the sign and hollow sky | he sees the stars come out tonight | he sees the city's ripped backsides | he sees the winding ocean drive | and everything was made for you and me | all of it was made for you and me | cause it just belongs to you and me | so let's take a ride and see what's mine
lonely souls ✖ U.N.K.L.E. || God knows you're lonely souls | God knows you're lonely souls | I believe, there's a time, and a place | to let your mind drift and get out of this place | I believe, there's a day, and a place | that we will go to and I know you wanna share | there's no secret to living | just keep on, walking | there's no secret to dying | just keep on flying | I'm gonna die in a place that don't know my name | I'm gonna die in a space that don't hold my fame
arrest yourself ✖ hot chip || I do my best to dehydrate me but I think you'll forsake me | when I'm deep inside and make me like I'm locked in a lake | I do my best to rehydrate you at the risk of absurdity | there's nothing left between us but a state of emergency | arrest yourself | if there's wonky in my diction then I think it's affliction | if there's fact I've lost my fiction then I think it's affected | if it's loose around your neck you'd take it only with affection | if you feel it coming on then go get away defeated | arrest yourself | don't make it hard for me go suffer yourself
the water ✖ feist || the telegraph cables hum | and few can decipher who the message is from | and it deliver it quietly | cause some don't get much company | the harbour becomes the sea | and lighting the house keeps it collision free | understand the lay of the land | and don't let it hurt you | or it will be the first to | the water, the water | didn't realize | it's dangerous size | the mountain, the mountain | came to recognize | it's a steep and rocky sides | more than realized
guest room ✖ the national || they’re gonna send us to prison for jerks | for having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again | they’re gonna send us to prison for jerks | they’ll find us here here here in the guest room | where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my | we miss being ruffians, going wild and bright | in the corners of front yards | getting in and out of cars | we miss being deviants | they’ll find us here here here in the guest room | where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my | we can’t stay here | we’re starting to stay the same | we can’t stay here | we can’t stay this way | just tie your woman to your wrist | give her room to tie the other | they’ll find us here here here in the guest room | where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my
the cure ✖ tegan and sara || begging like you might take order in your own hands | I stare, it seems like I don't care, drop a chance in your hands then | I know that bad's got to fix itself, correct over time | and I know 'cause I've got the cure, I've got a cure for your crimes. | all I dreamed up, all that seemed like luck seems silly to you now | all I said to you, all I did for you seems so silly to me now | screaming like no one might call the cops and arrest you this time | standing back against my building's back door, you're hoping for a ride | I know the world's been mean to you, I've got a cure, hold tight | I know the world's not fair to you, I've got a cure for it's crimes | all I dreamed up, all that seemed like luck seems silly to you now | all I said to you, all I did for you seems so silly to me now | oh oh when you say it | so so slowly to me | oh oh well I keep going | oh no I ran while knowing | no no I know you need it | so so I need it too | and oh oh I must keep going | so so you must too | I've got a cure, I've got the cure for you | all I dreamed up, all that seemed like luck seems silly to you now | all I said to you, all I did for you seems so silly to me now
i need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer to me ✖ the cardigans || sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends till I go and kill the bottle. i go off over any old thing, break your heart, and raise a glass or ten. to the good times that we shared and the bad times that we'll have. to the good times and the bad time that we've had. well it's been a long slow collision. i'm a pitbull, you're a dog. baby you're foul in clear conditions, but you're handsome in the fog. so I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer. for the good times and the bad times we know will come. yeah, i need some fine wine. and you, you need to be nicer to me.
*images from caps by the amazing janine83.