a new new year's shuffle

a resolution i can accomplish. give the skip button back & leave the tune turns to the void. this week, survey says:

the nosebleed section by hilltop hoods

this life turned out
nothing like i had planned
why not? By now
i should’ve had some land
some money in my hand,
'round about fifty grand
but i got nothing,
i write rhymes on the bus
i keep suffering;
f--- the lines of the dust
you keep sniffing,
that shit is for the punk hoes
this shit is for my bros,
my people in the front row



waiting room by fugazi

i wait, i wait, i wait, i wait
my time is like water down a drain
everybody's moving,
everybody's moving,
everybody's moving, moving, moving, moving
please don't leave me to remain
i'm in the waiting room, i don't want the news
i cannot use it
i don't want the news
i won't live by it



and she was by talking heads

and she was lying in the grass
and she could hear the highway breathing
and she could see a nearby factory
she's making sure she is not dreaming
see the lights of a neighbor's house
now she's starting to rise
take a minute to concentrate
and she opens up her eyes
the world was moving
she was right there with it
and she was



fall underneath by snakadaktal

home is lost
walk into dark
we feel the past
from under
we take our heads and hold our hearts
from this light
it's not over now
well i don't know if this treasure's in the ocean
or if death will whisk me far away
i'd like to think that we live in a kind of motion
where our hands and feet are here to stay



o my heart by mother mother

o my heart it's a rocking great bolder and stuck in the gutter
and i throw my heart back to the ocean
but it don't go far it come back floating
and i watch it wash up with the dead fish
but it ain't quite dead it just is lifeless
o my heart it's a house in tornado
o my heart it's a house in the sky in the eye of tornado
o my heart it's a roof in el nino
o my heart it's a roof made of straw in the jaw of el niño