a creepy pair — strange things did happen here

 Are you, are you comin' to the tree?

Where they strung up a man, they say who murdered three

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, are you comin' to the tree

Where dead man called out for his love to flee?

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, are you comin' to the tree

Where I told you to run so we'd both be free?

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, are you comin' to the tree

Where necklace of hope, side by side with me?

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, are you comin' to the tree

Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free?

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, are you comin' to the tree?

Where they strung up a man, they say who murdered three

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, are you comin' to the tree

Where the dead man called out for his love to flee?

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

The Hanging Tree — Jennifer Lawrence and Pauline Tschirschwitz (with Julian Gunkel on piano) sing James Newton Howard / Suzanne Collins / Wesley Keith Schultz / Jeremy Caleb Fraites

cool pairs — the fire of September that made us mellow

 Try to remember the kind of September

When life was slow and oh, so mellow

Try to remember the kind of September

When grass was green and grain was yellow

Try to remember the kind of September

When you were a tender and callow fellow

Try to remember and if you remember

Then follow, follow

Try to remember when life was so tender

That no one wept except the willow

Try to remember the kind of September

When love was an ember about to billow

Try to remember and if you remember

Then follow, follow

Deep in December, it's nice to remember

Although you know the snow will follow

Deep in December, it's nice to remember

The fire of September that made us mellow

Deep in December, our hearts should remember

And follow, follow, follow

Try to Remember — Harry Belafonte and Roy Orbison sing Tom Jones and Harvey Schimdt

cool pairs — wouldn't it be great if was like this all the time

Coney Island

Coming down from Downpatrick

Stopping off at St. John's Point

Out all day birdwatching

And the craic was good

Stopped off at Strangford Lough

Early in the morning

Drove through Shrigley taking pictures

And on to Killyleagh

Stopped off for Sunday papers at the Lecale District, 

Just before Coney Island 

On and on, over the hill to Ardglass

In the jam jar, autumn sunshine, magnificent

And all shining through 

Stop off at Ardglass for a couple of jars of

Mussels and some potted herrings in case

We get famished before dinner 

On and on, over the hill and the craic is good

Heading towards Coney Island 

I look at the side of your face as the sunlight comes

Streaming through the window in the autumn sunshine

And all the time going to Coney Island I'm thinking,

Wouldn't it be great if it was like this all the time.

Coney Island — Liam Neeson reads Van Morrison

not a pair — I broke it every time

My one heart hurt another

So only one life can't be enough

Can you give me just another

For that one who got away

Lonely I, I'm so alone now

There'll be no rest for the wicked

There's no song for the choir

There's no hope for the weary

If you let them win without a fight

If one heart can mend another

Only then can we begin

So won't you hold on a little longer

My one heart hurt another

So only one life can't be enough

Can you give me just another

For that one who got away

Lonely I, I'm so alone now

There'll be no rest for the wicked

There's no song for the choir

There's no hope for the weary

If you let them win without a fight

If one heart can mend another

Only then can we begin

So won't you hold on a little longer

Don't let them get away

Lonely I, I'm so alone now

There'll be no rest for the wicked

There's no song for the choir

There's no hope for the weary

If you let them win without a fight

I let my good one down

I let my true love die

I had his heart but I broke it every time

Lonely I, I'm so alone now

There'll be no rest for the wicked

There's no song for the choir

There's no hope for the weary

If you let them win without a fight

I let my good one down

I let my true love die

I had his heart but I broke it every time

No Rest for The Wicked — Likke Li

cool pairs — alone above a raging sea

                                        Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick

The one that makes me scream she said

The one that makes me laugh she said

Threw her arms around my neck

Show me how you do it and I'll promise you

I'll promise that I'll run away with you, I'll run away with you

Spinning on that dizzy edge

Kissed her face and kissed her head

Dreamed of all the different ways, I had to make her glow

Why are you so far away she said

Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you?

That I'm in love with you?

You, soft and only, you lost and lonely

You, strange as angels

Dancing in the deepest oceans

Twisting in the water

You're just like a dream

You're just like a dream

Daylight licked me into shape

I must have been asleep for days

And moving lips to breathe her name

I opened up my eyes

And found myself alone, alone, alone above a raging sea

That stole the only girl I loved and drowned her deep inside of me

You soft and only

You lost and lonely

You just like heaven

Just Like Heaven — Katie Melua (yeah, really) sings The Cure

cool pairs — the night has stole past

Last night I lay trembling
The moon it was low
It was the end of love
Of misery and woe
Then suddenly above me
Her face buried in light
Came a vision of beauty
All covered in white
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And the night has stole past
O Lucy, can you hear me?
Wherever you rest
I'll love her forever
I'll love her for all time
I'll love her till the stars
Fall down from the sky
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And I shake on the floor
O Lucy, can you hear me?
When I call and call
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And the moon it is high
O Lucy, can you hear me
When I cry and cry and cry

Lucy — Shane McGowan sings Nick Cave

cool pairs — strange hunger haunted me

From the dusty mesa her looming shadow grows

Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun

And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon

I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom

And strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced

I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold

The mountain cats will come to drag away your bones

And rise with me forever across the silent sand

And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands

Far From Any Road – Jerry Williams and Anna Ternheim sing The Handsome Family

cool pairs – tuesday's grey and wednesday too

I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too

Thursday I don't care about you

It's Friday I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart

Tuesday Wednesday break my heart

Oh, Thursday doesn't even start

It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday never hesitate

I don't care if Monday's black

Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack

Thursday never looking back

It's Friday I'm in love

Monday you can hold your head

Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed

Or Thursday watch the walls instead

It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday never hesitate

Dressed up to the eyes

It's a wonderful surprise

To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throwing out your frown

And just smiling at the sound

And as sleek as a shriek

Spinning round and round

Always take a big bite

It's such a gorgeous sight

To see you in the middle of the night

You can never get enough

Enough of this stuff

It's Friday

I'm in love

Friday I'm in Love – Phoebe Bridgers sings The Cure

cool pairs – no one can lift the damn thing

The book of love is long and boring

No one can lift the damn thing

It's full of charts and facts and figures

And instructions for dancing

But I, I love it when you read to me

And you, you can read me anything

The book of love has music in it

In fact that's where music comes from

Some of it is just transcendental

Some of it is just really dumb

But I, I love it when you sing to me

And you, you can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring

And written very long ago

It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes

And things we're all too young to know

But I, I love it when you give me things

And you, you ought to give me wedding rings

I, I love it when you give me things

And you, you ought to give me wedding rings

The Book of Love – Peter Gabriel, and Tracey Thorn sing The Magnetic Fields

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a mawkish pair – the only thing there's too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

It's the only thing that there's just too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love,

No not just for some but for everyone.

Lord, we don't need another mountain,

There are mountains and hillsides enough to climb

There are oceans and rivers enough to cross,

Enough to last till the end of time.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

It's the only thing that there's just too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love,

No, not just for some but for everyone.

Lord, we don't need another meadow

There are cornfields and wheat fields enough to grow

There are sunbeams and moonbeams enough to shine

Oh listen, lord, if you want to know.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

It's the only thing that there's just too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love,

No not just for some but for everyone.

No not just for some, oh, but just for everyone.

What the World Needs Now is Love – 

Tom Clay remixes, and Cat Power sings Hal David & Burt Bacharach

cool pairs – read books, repeat quotations

My love, she speaks like silence

Without ideals or violence

She doesn't have to say she's faithful

Yet she's true like ice, like fire

People carry roses

And make promises by the hour

My love she laughs like the flowers

Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations

People talk of situations

Read books, repeat quotations

Draw conclusions on the wall

Some speak of the future

My love, she speaks softly

She knows there's no success like failure

And that failure's no success at all

The cloak and dagger dangles

Madams light the candles

In ceremonies of the horsemen

Even the pawn must hold a grudge

Statues made of matchsticks

Crumble into one another

My love winks she does not bother

She knows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles

The country doctor rambles

Bankers' nieces seek perfection

Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring

The wind howls like a hammer

The night wind blows cold n' rainy

My love, she's like some raven

At my window with a broken wing

Love Minus Zero/No Limits – Judy Collins and Jackson Browne sing Dylan

cool pairs – soakin' my head to unrattle my brain

I couldn't find quiet

I went out in the rain

I was just soakin' my head to unrattle my brain

Somebody said you disappeared in a crowd

I didn't understand then

I don't understand now

Am I the one you think about when you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?

Am I the one you think about when you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?

And everybody was gone

You were standin' in the street 'cause you were tryin' not to crack up

It wasn't like a rain it was more like a sea

I didn't ask for this pain it just came over me

I love a storm, but I don't love lightning

All the waters coming up so fast, that's frightening

Am I the one you think about when you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?

Am I the one you think about when you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?

And everybody was gone

I was standing in the street 'cause I was trying not to crack

I was solid gold

I was in the fight

I was coming back from what seemed like a ruin

I couldn't see you coming so far

I just turn around and there you are

I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now

I was just getting used to living life without you around

I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now

You always said I held you way too high off the ground

You didn't see me I was falling apart

I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park

You didn't see me I was falling apart

I was a television version of a person with a broken heart

You didn't see me I was falling apart

I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in a park

You didn't see me I was falling apart

I was a television version of a person with a broken heart

And everybody was gone

You were standin' in the street 'cause you were trying not to crack up

And bona drag was still on

Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sun kicks out

Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sun kicks out

You said it would be painless

The needle in the doll

You said it would be painless

It wasn't that at all

You said it would be painless

The needle in the doll

You said it would be painless

It wasn't that at all (when the sun kicks out)

You said it would be painless

The needle in the doll (when the sun kicks out)

You said it would be painless

It wasn't that at all

Pink Rabbits – The Lone Bellow sing The National

cool pairs – in the secret space of dreams

In the attics of my life, 

full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know, 

and lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear, 

you sang to me

I have spent my life 

seeking all that's still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune, 

and closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play, 

you played to me

In the book of love's own dream, 

where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days, 

and all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly, 

you flew to me, you flew to me

In the secret space of dreams, 

where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told, 

and the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine, 

you dreamed of me

Attics Of My Life – The Lamont Men's Choir sings The Grateful Dead

cool pairs – things are going to slide

Give me back my broken night 

my mirrored room, my secret life 

it's lonely here, 

there's no one left to torture 

Give me absolute control 

over every living soul 

And lie beside me, baby, 

that's an order! 

Give me crack and anal sex 

Take the only tree that's left 

and stuff it up the hole 

in your culture 

Give me back the Berlin wall 

give me Stalin and St Paul 

I've seen the future, brother: 

it is murder. 

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions 

Won't be nothing 

Nothing you can measure anymore 

The blizzard, the blizzard of the world 

has crossed the threshold 

and it has overturned 

the order of the soul 

When they said REPENT REPENT 

I wonder what they meant 

When they said REPENT REPENT 

I wonder what they meant 

When they said REPENT REPENT 

I wonder what they meant 

You don't know me from the wind 

you never will, you never did 

I'm the little jew 

who wrote the Bible 

I've seen the nations rise and fall 

I've heard their stories, heard them all 

but love's the only engine of survival 

Your servant here, he has been told 

to say it clear, to say it cold: 

It's over, it ain't going 

any further 

And now the wheels of heaven stop 

you feel the devil's riding crop 

Get ready for the future: 

it is murder 

Things are going to slide ... 

There'll be the breaking of the ancient 

western code 

Your private life will suddenly explode 

There'll be phantoms 

There'll be fires on the road 

and the white man dancing 

You'll see a woman 

hanging upside down 

her features covered by her fallen gown 

and all the lousy little poets 

coming round 

tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson 

and the white man dancin' 

Give me back the Berlin wall 

Give me Stalin and St Paul 

Give me Christ 

or give me Hiroshima 

Destroy another fetus now 

We don't like children anyhow 

I've seen the future, baby: 

it is murder 

Things are going to slide ... 

When they said REPENT REPENT ...

The Future – Teddy Thompson sings Cohen

cool pairs – drownded in the tide

Oh, the time will come up

When the winds will stop

And the breeze will cease to be breathin'

Like the stillness in the wind

Before the hurricane begins

The hour that the ship comes in

And the seas will split

And the ship will hit

And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking

Then the tide will sound

And the wind will pound

And the morning will be breaking

Oh, the fishes will laugh

As they swim out of the path

And the seagulls they'll be smiling

And the rocks on the sand

Will proudly stand

The hour that the ship comes in

And the words that are used

For to get the ship confused

Will not be understood as they're spoken

For the chains of the sea

Will have busted in the night

And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean

A song will lift

As the mainsail shifts

And the boat drifts on to the shoreline

And the sun will respect

Every face on the deck

The hour that the ship comes in

Then the sands will roll

Out a carpet of gold

For your weary toes to be a-touchin'

And the ship's wise men

Will remind you once again

That the whole wide world is watchin'

Oh, the foes will rise

With the sleep still in their eyes

And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'

But they'll pinch themselves and squeal

And know that it's for real

The hour when the ship comes in

Then they'll raise their hands

Sayin' we'll meet all your demands

But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered

And like Pharaoh's tribe

They'll be drownded in the tide

And like Goliath, they'll be conquered

When The Ship Comes In – The Clancy Brothers and Outernational sing Dylan

cool pairs – I heard a funny thing

Yeah, ' said it's alright

I won't forget

All the times

I waited patiently for you

As you do just what you choose to do

And I will be alone again tonight my dear

Yeah, I heard a funny thing

Somebody said to me

You know that I could be in love

With almost everyone

I think that people are the greatest fun

And I will be alone again tonight my dear

Alone Again Or – Calexico sing Love

cool pairs – now my foolish boat is leaning

Long afloat on shipless oceans

I did all my best to smile

'Til your singing eyes and fingers

Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang

Sail to me

Sail to me

Let me enfold you

Here I am

Here I am

Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?

Were you here when I was forced out

Now my foolish boat is leaning

Broken lovelorn on your rocks

For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow

Oh my heart, Oh my heart shies from the sorrow"

Well I'm as puzzled as the newborn child

I'm as riddled as the tide

Should I stand amid the breakers?

Or should I lie with death, my bride?

Hear me sing, "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you

Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you"

Song to The Siren – This Mortal Coil and Bryan Ferry sing Tim Buckley

cool pairs – it's all just a dream babe

Ramona

Come closer

Shut softly your watery eyes

The pangs of your sadness

Will pass as your senses will rise

The flowers of the city

Though breathlike

Get deathlike at times

And there’s no use in tryin’

T’ deal with the dyin’

Though I cannot explain that in lines

Your cracked country lips

I still wish to kiss

As to be under the strength of your skin

Your magnetic movements

Still capture the minutes I’m in

But it grieves my heart, love

To see you tryin’ to be a part of

A world that just don’t exist

It’s all just a dream, babe

A vacuum, a scheme, babe

That sucks you into feelin’ like this

I can see that your head

Has been twisted and fed

By worthless foam from the mouth

I can tell you are torn

Between stayin’ and returnin’

(Home) back to the South

You’ve been fooled into thinking

That the finishin’ end is at hand

Yet there’s no one to beat you

No one t’ defeat you

’Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

I’ve heard you say many times

That you’re better ’n no one

And no one is better ’n you

If you really believe that

You know you got

Nothing to win and nothing to lose

From fixtures and forces and friends

Your sorrow does stem

That hype you and type you

Making you feel

That you must be exactly like them

I’d forever talk to you

But soon my words

They would turn into a meaningless ring

For deep in my heart

I know there is no help I can bring

Everything passes

Everything changes

Just do what you think you should do

And someday maybe

Who knows, baby

I’ll come and be cryin’ to you

To Ramona – the great Alan Price and Sinéad Lohan sing Bob Dylan

cool pairs – the trigger of your gun

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in

How you gonna go?

Shot down on the pavement

Or waiting on death row

You can crush us

You can bruise us

But you'll have to answer to

Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good

And your life you like it well

But surely your time will come

As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan

Born under the Brixton sun

His game is called survivin'

At the end of The Harder They Come

You know it means no mercy

They caught him with a gun

No need for the Black Maria

Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us

You can bruise us

Yes, even shoot us

But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us

You can bruise us

Yes, even shoot us

But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement

Waiting in death row

His game is called survivin'

As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us

You can bruise us

But you'll have to answer to

Oh, the guns of Brixton

The Guns Of Brixton (a little anti-establishment rant, to get the juices flowing) – 

Rupa & The April Fishes sing The Clash