A random number of random songs from my iPod. Just push play.
1. Lucille (You Won't Do Your Daddy's Will) - Waylon Jennings, The Essential Waylon Jennings (Yes, there is such a thing. -ed.)
Well I woke up this morning. Lucille was not in sight. I asked her friends about her, but all their lips were tight. Lucille, you won't do your daddy's will. Well, it ain't nothin' to you. I love you still.
2. Farther On -Jackson Browne, Late for the SkyBut the angels are older. They can see that the sun's setting fast. They look over my shoulder at the vision of paradise contained in the light of the past. And they lay down behind me to sleep beside the road 'til the morning has come. Where they know they will find me with my maps and my faith in the distance, moving farther on.
3. You're My Favorite Waste of Time - Marshall Crenshaw, The Best of Marshall Crenshaw: This Is EasyI don't care if being with you is meaningless and ridiculous, if it's wrong or right. I've got to give you my love tonight and tomorrow night. Cause you're my-eye-eye-eye-eye..... You're my favorite waste of time.
4. Only You - Yaz, Napoleon Dynamite (Soundtrack to the Motion Picture)All I needed was the love you gave. All I needed for another day. And all I ever knew...only you.
5. You Could Be Her - Jonathan Coulton, Thing A Week III run the god damned pretzel store at Buckingham Mall. Here on the east wing’s second floor, I’m belle of the ball. But at night I could swear that I’m someone else, someone who’s better. Why does no one come here to save me? Why won’t anybody stay? 'Cause I’ve got it in my head that maybe you could be her. Six hundred dollars, seven days, and I drink all I make. While people with great big fat BA’s, they move and they shake. I can’t dress me up, I can’t take me out. I can’t do nothing.
6. July, July! - The Decemberists, Castaways and CutoutsThis is the story of the road that goes to my house and what ghosts there do remain. And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house and the chickens, how they rattle chicken chains. And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient though the specifics might be vague. And I'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta when in fact it was a nappy bluish grey. And the water rolls down the drain. The blood rolls down the drain. O, what a lonely pain in a blood red drain. July, July, July! It never seemed so, it never seemed so strange.
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