This is the music that gets me through life.  You can probably tell what kind of mood I'm in by the quotes I picked.  Maybe I'll change them when I get bored, maybe not.  But check everyone out.  It's worth it.

 
I was never cool in school
I'm sure you don't remember me
And now it's been 10 years, I'm still wondering who to be
And I'd love to mix in circles, cliques and social coteries
Hand me my nose ring (can we be happy?)
Show me the mosh pit (can we be happy?)
We can be happy underground 

 

 

A student of behaviour psychology
Conditioned himself to stick to his studies
He grew tired of these routines and tried to drop them
But he was caught in his own trap and couldn't stop them
And then he wondered if he should start to take it easy
"Overachiever" might be putting it mildly

 

 She's babysitting and doing homework.
A sudden phone call from the senior quarterback.
She loves attention, she craves attention
He's on a cell phone calling from the porch out back.
She getting cozy
The window rattles
A few allusions to last summer's episode.
Window shatter
Splatter splatter
What could be more perfect than to see her head explode?  

 

 You gotta roll with the punches to get to what is real
Knock down the bastards and show them how it feels
Cause you know it's not easy when you feel they
Go out of their way to get you
It's not easy when you feel they
Go out of their way to get to you
All your dreams are coming true
And now you wish they'd stayed inside you.

 

I need time to scrounge the rent.
Need time to contemplate the accident.
I got to drag my ass to Now.
How did I come to stop here?
And oh I knew the gas was gone, but I had to rev the motor.
Pull back the hand you might get it cut off in the rotor.
Maybe I'll come down.

 

 

 Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends

 

 

 The last balloon is leaving, the last balloon they'll fly
The last balloon is leaving and we won't qualify
Climb aboard, climb aboard you children
Move aloft, while you're fleet and fast
Climb aboard, climb aboard you children
We're weighed down by our evil past

 

Here's my prediction,
What I'm gonna do to you.
I'm gonna break your heart
But you'll still love me
You'll be a fiction
Like a shell when I get through
Here's the amazing part:
You'll still love me.
I'm like a shiny little snail
I leave a slimy little trail
Of tears from the sockets of girls like you
And her

 

Far be it from me
To end this pain
By trying to laugh at all those times we cried
Far be it from me
To sound a little bitter
Knowing all we had has died
I'm just glad you found the right way
'Cause God knows we had it wrong
You got everything you wanted
And all I got was a song

 

Other stuff I find quite enjoyable that if I quoted everyone, this page would be way too long 

Andy Partridge * Apollo 440 * Barenaked Ladies * Beck * Ben Lee * Bloodhound Gang * Blümchen * Cake * Candy Butchers * Combustible Edison * Depeche Mode * Dukes of Stratosphear * Duran Duran * Elvis Costello * DaVinci's Notebook * Brian Dewan * Eddie from Ohio * Falco * Fountains of Wayne * Jars of Clay * Jamiroquai * Jude * John Linnell * Lincoln * Dave Matthews Band * Liz Phair * Mono Puff * Pixies * Space * Spacehog * Tuscadero * Weezer