I could liken you to a werewolf, the way you left me for dead,
But I admit that I provided a full moon.
And I could liken you to a shark, the way you bit off my head,
But then again, I was waving around a bleeding open wound.
But you were such a super guy ’til the second you get a whiff of me;
We’re like a wishing well and a bolt of electricity.
But we can still support each other, all we gotta do is avoid each other.
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key.
“Werewolf” by Fiona Apple, from The Idler Wheel…
When I learned to talk, I found words that weren’t worth dirt
I can’t hold my breath anymore, I stopped swimming and learned to surf
— Superchunk - “Learned To Surf”
“talking like a jerk,
except you are an actual jerk,
and living proof
that sometimes friends are mean”
— lcd soundsystem - “dance yrself clean”
They heard me singing and they told me to stop; quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock.
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small, can we ever get away from the sprawl?
— “Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)” by Arcade Fire