"Go!" by M83
You. Meet me at the station. Can't get used to patience. Wish time. This time could just be a bit shortened. Between us. Six million seasons. Got to run and make it or die. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. Our love ran away. Gotta save it. I'm done without you. Our love ran away. Gotta save it. I'm coming for you. Feels like we'll be frozen. Need you to tell me je t'aime. Full speed because we got a lot to discover. Get me just a little closer. Got to run and make it or die. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. Our love ran away. Gotta save it. I'm done without you. Our love ran away. Gotta save it. I'm coming for you. I'm going to come. Just meet me there. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. I'm coming for you. Our love ran away. Gotta save it. I'm coming for you.
"Drag Queen" by The Strokes
Eighties people dancing. Always get it right. I'd listen but I can't tonight. Well it's something that you do to get it right. End up reviled for it. And that's the thanks I get. I don't understand your fucked up system. This sinister city. Try to sell the water. Try to sell the air. Try to sell your daughter. Try to sell her hair. We all want to watch the fight. Is it on Sunday? Hide in a hole with a gun in your hand in front of someone you want dead. I guess. Hiding in your suit. I did not know that they're bringing me back to my past. I got my head in my hands. It's just something that you do to get it right. End up reviled for it. And that's the thanks I get. Jail, that's what you get. Stepping to the system. Profiting from war. Fighting as the victim. Always wanting more. Trying to trick your brothers. Get them to fight it for you. I cannot believe my eyes. Darling I can tell you lies. Coast to coast. L.A. to Chicago. I don't know geography all that well. Defying western logic. Even if it shows you're wrong. I guess that's a classic. Been with us all along.
"Daydreaming" by Radiohead
Dreamers. They never learn. Beyond the point of no return. And it's too late. The damage is done. This goes beyond me. Beyond you. The white room by a window, where the sun comes through. We are just happy to serve you.
"Real Friends" by Kanye West
Real friends. How many of us? How many jealous? Real friends. There's not many of us. We smile at each other. But how many honest? Trust issues. Switched up the number. I can't be bothered. I cannot blame you for having an angle. I ain't got no issues. I'm just doing my thing. Hope you're doing your thing too. I'm a deadbeat cousin. I hate family reunions. Fuck the church up. I'm drinking at the communion. Spilling free wine. Now my tux is ruined. In town for a day. What the fuck we doing? Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom. I'm always blaming you. But what's sad? You're not the problem. Damn I forgot to call her. Shit I thought it was Thursday. Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place? When was the last time I remembered a birthday? When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry? Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime. Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime. Even when we was young I used to make time. Now we be way too busy just to make time. Even for my real friends. I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him. I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Talked down on my name. Throwed dirt on him. I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was. Couldn't tell you how old your son is. I got my own junior on the way dawg. Plus I already got one kid. Couldn't tell you much about the fam though. I just showed up for the yams though. Maybe fifteen minutes. Took some pictures with your sister. Merry Christmas then I'm finished. Then it's back to business. You want to ask some questions about some real shit? Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with. Please don't pressure me with that bill shit. Cause everybody got them. That ain't children. Oh you've been nothing but a friend to me. Niggas thinking I'm crazy. You defending me. It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries. To be honest, dawg I ain't feeling your energy. Money turn your kin into an enemy. Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be. Looking for all my real friends. How many of us are real friends? To real friends. To the real end. Until the wheels fall off. Until the wheels don't spin. To 3 A.M. Calling. How many real friends? Just to ask you a question. Just to see how you was feeling. How many? For the last you was fronting. I hate when a nigga text you like what's up, fam, hope you good? You say I'm good then great. The next text they ask you for something. How many? What's best for your family? Immediate or extended. Any argument, the media will extend it. I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fucking bitches on. Paid that nigga two hundred fifty thousand just to get it from him. Real friends. Huh? Real friends. I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him. I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Talked down on my name. Throwed dirt on him.
"Burning Bright! (Field on Fire)" by Nine Inch Nails
I'm going back. Of course I am. As if I ever had a choice. Back to what I always knew I was. On the inside. Back to what I really am. Look at this pathetic place I made. With little bits of sticks and hair and anything I found along the way. And tell yourself, you know you're not really what you know you are, you know? Of course you do. I think I may have even listened to you. At the height of my demise. Breathe. Break through the surface and breathe. I am forgiven. I am free. I am a field on fire. Oh my God I missed you. It's been so long. I am stronger than I have ever been in my decline. Now I know for certain. Burn motherfucker. Carry the carcass and throw it on. Pull up a chair and watch the flies come roaring out. And will surround the entire world and blacken out the sky and every last one of you. Like a plague of locusts. Like an exit. Like an end. Like the end. Breathe. Break through the surface and breathe. I am forgiven. I am free. I am a field on fire. It's getting hard to know which side is the dream. I can't tell if I am dreaming anymore.