SHAKING HANDS WITH A HURRICANE A NWMT MIX
where is my mind? (cover) - yoav. with your feet in the air and your head on the ground, try this trick and spin it, yeah. your head will collapse, but there’s nothing in it, and you’ll ask yourself, where is my mind? way out in the water, see it swimmin’.
hunting for witches - bloc party. the newscaster says, “the enemy’s among us,” as bombs explode on the 30 bus. kill your middle class indecision, now is not the time for liberal thought. so, i go hunting for witches, i go hunting for witches. heads are going to go roll, i go hunting for… 90s, optimistic as a teen. now it’s terror. airplanes crash into towers, into towers, into towers.
the woods - daughter. i asked saint christopher to find your sister, and she ran out in the woods, and she ran out in the woods. oh, it was certain then, and we were trying to stop the winter, killing all it could, killing all it could. and i pray a lot for you, and i look out for you. we are what we are, don’t need need no excuses for the scars from our mothers. and we know what we know, ‘cause we’re made of all the little bones of our fathers.
war - son lux. we were at war, with walls and mazes, torn up and tearing inside. you wooed us out to open places, trading our death for your life. you raised the sun to warm our faces, astonishing us with light. you wooed us out to open places. you raised the sun to warm our faces, astonishing us with light, astonishing us with light, astonishing us with light.
white gold - labyrinth ear. looking back, remembering the innocence of youth, i can see faces and stories in the wood. they said do you know she feeds the birds, she has a kitten that lives in the bush, they took my hand, back and back and back and back and back. there were people in the wallpaper, we had telepathic minds, the wind spoke to me, it spoke to me. cover me in white clay, cover me in white clay, cover me in white clay again. those days, those days, those days are gone.
we must be killers - mikky ekko. i woke up, i was stuck in a dream. you were there, you were tearing up everything. and we all know how to fake it, baby. and we all know what we’ve done. we must be killers, children of the wild ones. killers, where we got left to run? set my body free, the silver tigers in the moonlight running, and the wind in the trees, singing, do you believe? and we all know how to fake it, baby. and all we know is gone. we must be killers, children of the wild ones. killers, where we got left to run?
filthy halls - apple horse. walking backwards, i’m gonna try and let the shadows fall. they’ll fall further than all the shadows ever fell before. don’t go thinking that you can run and dance while others sing, i’ll come running and find a way to set your slaves all free. we’ve tasted freedom now, we’re never coming back to your filthy halls. talking empty, you fatten up while others fall asleep. call me wrong here, but doesn’t that just sound a little cheap? you won’t sell me on crackerjack philosophy once more. burn my picture, you won’t remember who i was before.
pioneers - bloc party. if it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it can be split. it’s all under control. if it can be lost then it can be won, if it can be touched then it can be turned. all you need is time. we promised the world we’d tame it, what were we hoping for? a sense of purpose and a sense of skill, a sense of function but a disregard. we will not be the first, we won’t. you said you were going to conquer new frontiers, go stick your bloody head in the jaws of the beast. we promised the world we’d tame it, what were we hoping for?
what makes a man - city and colour. i can hear my train coming, it’s a lonesome and distant cry. i can hear my train coming, now i’m running for my life. what makes a man walk away from his mind? i think i know, i think i might know. well, i can hear my train coming, looks like time is not on my side. well, i can hear my train coming, i’m still running for my life. what makes a man pray when he’s about to die? i think i know, i think i might know.
a pound of flesh - radical face. my feet plow on from light to dawn. my empty belly in my body aches, ain’t hard to take. next to the weight i carry in my chest, a pound of flesh could never tip the scale i’ve made. i should have stayed, but i was never wise. i hear your voices in the wind that cuts the night, and i pray to whatever is listening things’ll be all right. all my bolder life, your heart still beating. so, don’t you mind, don’t you mind, we all trip sometimes. i can still hear your feet as you ran from the house, knowing you won’t be back. doesn’t mean that i will stop waiting.
putting the dog to sleep - the antlers. prove to me i’m not gonna die alone. put your arms around my collarbone and open the door. don’t lie to me if you’re putting the dog to sleep, the pet you just couldn’t keep, and couldn’t afford. well, prove to me i’m not gonna die alone. unstitch that shit i’ve sewn, to close up the hole that tore through my skin. well, my trust in you is a dog with a broken leg, tendons too torn to beg for you to let me back in. you said, “i can’t prove to you you’re not gonna die alone, but trust me to take you home, to clean up that blood all over your paws.”
noah’s ark - young heretics. noah’s ark can’t save us all, binary against the squall. and in its wake, good men will fall. and finally, we can move on. we have so much to answer for, we asked for help to start this war. can we forgive the things we’ve done? take our things and move along. safe and sound, can we abstain from looking to that ark again? and at our end, we find ourselves no closer to heaven, no closer to hell. can we forgive the things we’ve done? take our things and move along.