Olhos de Asma

(Paus)

Landslide

Talk it out loud
Talk to myself
A stone in a cloud
Silence in hell

Look at the smile
Broken latif
Torn at the mouth
Loosing our feet
Caught in a landslide

Let it all out
Scream till you bleed
There’s no coming back
The sun shatter sleep

See, you call it brother
Sister I plea
Out of lies
An out of all leak
Call it a landslide

(Low)

It Was True

You were never one to despise me
But you miss me don't you

I was never one to hate me
But I see what you don't

In the end maybe we'll be ok
If you don't see me like I do

Fight your battles alone
Never going back home

You were never one to despise me
But you miss me don't you

Will we ever be new
Could have been an heirloom

(Memoryhouse) 

Numbers

Take the worst situations
Make a worse situation
Follow me home, pretend you
Found somebody to mend you

I feel numb
I feel numb in this kingdom
I feel numb
I feel numb in this kingdom

Chemically enlaced faces
Black out nights and tight spaces
We'll feel distant embraces
Scratching hands 'round my waist, yeah
I'll wash my mouth but still taste you

I feel numb
I feel numb in this kingdom
I feel numb
I feel numb in this kingdom

You better, you better, you better
You better make me
Me better, me better
You better make me better

I feel numb, make me better
I feel numb in this kingdom
I feel numb, make me better
I feel numb in this kingdom

(Daughter)

Arise, Therefore

There will be no end soon
If I've seen things right that have come
People will be scared
They never will see anything
Meanwhile all of my friends have been struck dumb

How can no final thing come
When our faces are pulled from us
How can someone blame
Who they refuse to name
For pulling other people down with them

Some have risen, they are lucky
To have their fall delayed by people
What they have is threaded
Grafted, and plotted


Played out and bad

Some have made mistakes for us
Waiting by the door for us
We told them to go ahead
Their support is just a weight
Better to sever the weighted limb

Where is it hanging tonight
It is not looming to propel us along
We move ourselves to it
One year to sit in dirt
One cycle with which to comment upon the dirt

(Bonnie Prince Billy)

Heat

(The Glockenwise)

Were We Once Lovers?

(Tindersticks) 

Pulga Saltitante

(Júlio Pereira)