SOTD: Florence + The Machine

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Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments

And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself

I like to keep my issues drawn
It’s always darkest before the dawn

And I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind
I can never leave the past behind

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart
‘Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It’s always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off

And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
And given half the chance would I take any of it back?
And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t
So here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope
It’s a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven found the devil in me

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off

So shake him off

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SOTD: Nena

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Ninety-nine dreams I have had
Every one a red balloon
Now it’s all over and I’m standin’ pretty
In this dust that was a city

If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go

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SOTD: The Naked and Famous

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All of this is tearing us apart
I don’t know where us or this start
All of this is tearing us apart
I don’t know where us or this start

If there’s anyone near when we collide
We throw them in the middle, they can pick sides

As the plans turn into compromise
The promises all turn to lies
The spite builds up and I can’t get through
Passive me, aggressive you
I know I nag, I moan, I know
But with a plan like this it’s way too slow
In the time it took to get this bad
I could have made this work but all I had
Was the hope that pieces would take shape
And we could watch them all fall into place

All of this is tearing us apart
I don’t know where us or this start
All of this is tearing us apart
I don’t know where us or this start

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SOTD: Murray Head

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Bangkok, oriental setting
And the city don’t know that the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world
In a show with everything but Yul Brynner
Time flies, doesn’t seem a minute
Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it
All change, don’t you know
That when you play at this level there’s no ordinary venue
It’s Iceland or the Philippines or Hastings
Or, or this place

One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a God in every golden cloister
And if you’re lucky then the God’s a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One town’s very like another
When your head’s down over your pieces, brother
(It’s a drag, it’s a bore, it’s really such a pity)
(To be looking at the board, not looking at the city)
What d’ya mean
You seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town
(Tea, girls, warm and sweet, sweet)
(Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite)
Get Thai’d! You’re talking to a tourist
Whose every move’s among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

Siam’s gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would
A muddy old river or reclining Buddha
Thank God I’m only watching the game, controlling it
I don’t see you guys rating
The kind of mate I’m contemplating
I’d let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you
So you better go back to your bars, your temples
Your massage parlors

One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a God in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

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SOTD: Neko Case

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my love, i am the speed of sound
i left them motherless, fatherless
their souls dangling inside-out from their mouths
but it’s never enough
i want you

carved your name across three counties
ground it in with bloody hides
their broken necks will line the ditch
till you stop it, stop it
stop it, stop it
stop this madness
i want you

i have waited with a glacier’s patience
smashed every transformer with every trailer
till nothing was standing
sixty-five miles wide
still, you are nowhere
still, you are nowhere
nowhere in sight

come out to meet me
run out to meet me
come into the light

climb the boxcars to the engine
through the smoke and to the sky
your rails have always outrun mine
so i picked them up and crashed them down
in a moment close to now
cause i miss, i miss
i miss, i miss
i miss, i miss
how you’d sigh yourself to sleep
when i’d rake the springtime
across your sheets

my love, i am the speed of sound
i left them motherless, fatherless
their souls dangling inside-out from their mouths
but it’s never enough

my love
i’m an owl on the sill in the evening
but morning finds you
still warm and breathing

this tornado loves you
this tornado loves you
this tornado loves you
this tornado loves you
this tornado loves you
what will make you believe me?

this tornado loves you
this tornado loves you
this tornado loves you
this tornado loves you
this tornado loves you
what will make you believe me?

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SOTD: Alanis Morissette

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Oh these little protections, how they fail to serve me
One forgotten phone call and I’m deflated
Oh these little defenses, how they fail to comfort me
Your hand pulling away and I’m devastated

I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind

When will I stop leaving baby?
When will I stop deserting baby?
When will I start staying with myself?

Oh these little projections, how they keep springing from me
I jump my ship as I take it personally
Oh these little rejections, how they disappear quickly
The moment I decide not to abandon me

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