it seems unfair to be an overflow for empty

[sailor]

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january

they might be giants, the bright side.

the bright side is blinding our eyes,
and the sound keeps ringing, ringing.
the bright side is just a white lie
that the crowd keeps singing, singing.

february

eliza rickman & jherek bischoff, riches and wonders.

i am healthy, i am whole, but i have poor impulse control.
and i want to go home, but i am home.
we are strong, we are faithful,
we are guardians of a rare thing.
we play close, careful attention to the news the morning air brings.
we show great loyalty to the hard times we've been through.

march

shook twins, call me out.

i've been still all day, i've been still all day,
slow to be awake, slow to handle, slow to handle it.
you can call me out on it.

april

voxtrot, berlin, without return.

i don't know you, baby, you don't know me,
we're just victims of the same situation.
baby's big war, tell me what you die for.
urges grow cold, but the feeling stays.

may

barenaked ladies, odds are.

so get up, get up,
tell the bookie put a bet on "not a damn thing will go wrong."
the odds are that we will probably be alright.

june

cloud cult, no hell.

as kids we believed that the angels talked,
everything is magic 'til you think it's not.
it's easy to be thankful for the things you've got,
it takes guts to give thanks for the things you've lost.
we grew up believing good wins over bad,
so you gave away your heart when the wolves attacked—
but then a bigger heart grew back.

july

mladen grdović & bepo matešić, nije u šoldima sve.

nije u šoldima sve, neka te tu kraj mene,
sva u zlatu nek sja mati dalmacija.

august

rainbow kitten surprise, it's called: freefall.

called to the devil and the devil said quit,
can't be bothered, better handle your shit.
keep about your wits, man, keep about your wits,
know yourself and who you came in with.

september

autoheart, moscow.

all i need's a fraction of your happy heart,
all i need is you.

october

aliceband, wolf.

oh, i've got too much space around me.
oh, i've got too many people around me.
when the whole thing's broken, nothing can stop me—
i feel nothing can stop me, i feel energy pulsating.
i hate this joy, i know it will break in me—
suck out my energy, everything breaks in me.

november

los campesinos!, a heat rash in the shape of the show me state; or, letters from me to charlotte.

though said with hands in pocket, i mean it hand on heart.
you held a gun to his head, pressed your thumbs to her throat.

december

the island of misfit toys, burble.

how could you expect me to do all my talents promised?
how could you expect perfection when i'm gemini dishonest?
how could i do better than my best?
i'm just a kid, i'm just a kid.
i've always been.