Day 289 - An English Pop/Folk Band

Noah and the Whale - Wild Thing

Time can make more rubble out of dreams than anything
In a quiet neighborhood where she’s living without wings
There’s eyes behind the curtains and there’s ears below the floor
Cracks inside the ceiling and there’s shadows at the door

The boredom stirs a rage inside her soul
A rage that reaches out and takes control
Baby she’s a wild thing [x4]

Nine days out alone
Sleep in the dirt
She walks back into town
With blood stains on her shirt
Everyone has questions
But no one wants to know
How far the anger in someone
Can really make them go

Her tangled hair and mud stains on her knees
Bruised ribs and rips on the side of her jeans
Baby she’s a wild thing [x4]

Well I used to be a citizen in this town
‘Til my teeth turned gray and my hair fell out
All the civil decent people, they don’t want to know
But a girl looking for trouble said she’d give me a go

While everybody’s sleeping in this town this night
From the crooked clock tower to the borderline
And night star static in the winter breeze
She’s lying in the moonlight with her hands between my knees

She says it’s all right
Well, it’s all right by me
[x2]

Baby she’s a wild thing [x4]

Day 264 - An English Dubstep Musician

James Blake - Measurements

Please fall down
Testing sounds for the death of the forest cold
Trees in clouds testing doubt trying not to be too old
Please you’re pride, telling lies, that you’re not on your own
Watching them, faith in prayers, will make you see your bones

Please fall down
Testing sounds for the sound of the death and the sound of the forest cold
Trees in clouds testing doubt trying not to be too old
Please your pride, telling lies that you’re not on your own
Watching them, faith in prayers, will make you see your bones

Please fall down testing sounds for the death
And the fall of the forest cold
Trees in clouds testing doubts trying not to be too old
Please your pride, telling lies that you’re not own your own
Watching them, faith in prayers, won;t make you see your bones

Please fall down testing sounds, for the death and the forest cold
Trees in clouds testing doubts trying not to be too old
Please your pride, telling lies that you’re on your own
Watching them, faith in prayers will make you see your bones