It’s deeper than you can breathe 
It’s farther than you could see 
It’s too much to ask of me 
It’s all in the glass you’ll see 
It’s deeper than you can breathe 
It’s all in the glass you’ll see 
It’s farther than we could be 
It’s deeper than you and me 
Frightened eyes

we live on a mountain
right at the top
there’s a beautiful view
from the top of the mountain
every morning i walk towards the edge
and throw little things off
like:
car-parts, bottles and cutlery
or whatever i find lying around

it’s become a habit 
a way
to start the day

i go through this 
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
to be safe up here with you

it’s real early morning
no-one is awake
i’m back at my cliff
still throwing things off
i listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
i follow with my eyes ‘til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks

and when it lands
will my eyes
be closed or open?

i’ll go through all this
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
to be safe up here with you

- bjork, hyperballad

Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus to one

- Aesop Rock, Zero Dark Thirty

- Youth Lagoon

You’re not my dream girl.
You’re not my reality girl.
You’re my dreams come true girl.

– Cass McCombs

As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture
Ability to endure contradiciton is a high sign of culture
Verbal sculptures, self defacing
It is not God or lunacy that I am facing
But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words
The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd
But I preferred
To walk away from all the feuds
To find my life is more confusing than a rubic’s cube
So i’m subdued
In all my words of verbal prods
To live alone one must be an animal or a God
But it’s official
All of my pain is clear as crystal
The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial
But I can hit you
And rest assured that i’m a last words
I could give a fuck about your secrets and your passwords
I can pass words with the ability to hurt you
Patience is a virtue and knowledge is a commercial
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to

- Jedi Mind Tricks, I Who Have Nothing

Red is my favorite color
Red like your mother’s eyes after a while 
Of crying about how you don’t love her
She says, “I know I don’t deserve 
Supervised sight of her
But each day becomes a blur without my daughter” 

Fall is my favorite season
Like falling to reasoning why you crashed from on high
She says, “Why is my life so uneven 
And what have I done right 
But given you your life 
If after I led you on into that bar room?” 

“Yes” is my favorite answer
I took a dancer home, she felt so alone
We stayed up all night in the kitchen 
Doing my dishes, on and on until the dawn
She said, “I know that it’s easy to have me
But I have seen some things 
That I cannot even tell to my family pictures
And I’m full of fictions and fucking addictions 
And I miss my mother” 

She’ll never know I could never forget her
If I could write her a letter, I’d try with every line 
To say, “She still remembers your touch
And I know that it’s not much
But you still haven’t lost her”

- Okkervil River, Red

I still keep my baby teeth
in the bedside table with my jewelry
you still sleep in the bed with me,
my jewelry, and my baby teeth

I don’t need another friend
When most of them
I can barely keep up with them
perfectly able to hold my own hand,
but I still can’t kiss my own neck.

I wanted to give you everything
but I still stand in awe of superficial things
I wanted to love you like my mother’s mother’s mothers did

civilian

– Wye Oak

Picture fresh as water clear,
days have passed without you here
Street lights dancing on the dark
across the park
Waiting for a word from you,
waiting for a sign or two
Footsteps on the city ground,
you know the sound.

- Agnes Obel, Brother Sparrow

And you’re the kind to hide your eyes from the sun
And in your world the strong survive
But won’t you lay your body down
Yes and now’s the time to wrap your ears around the sound
Of your train coming round
You’ll have to lay everything down

- War On Drugs, Arms Like Boulders