Two songs for you, this late-night.
The Shins - "Split Needles" (fan-made video):
I've done myself an impossible crime,
Had to paint myself a hole
And fall inside
If it's far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress
And count in time
Oh, won't you do me the favor, man,
Of a giving mind
A polymorphing opinion here
And your vague outline
I'll find myself another burning gate,
A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate
And this is get what you get for pulling pins
Out of the hole
Inside the hole you're in
It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars
Of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind
On the rolling mind
They want you to decide
Eventually, it happens
Some gather on one side
With all their pearly snapping
They close the basement door
It sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before
But now that hardly matters
You're old enough, boy,
Too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheel,
We'll set you up with some odd convictions
Because you're finally golden, boy.
Chad VanGaalen - "Phantom Anthills" (fan-video of a time-lapse sunset over Utah):
This tiny body is see-through
I caught it swimming inside of you
It might be trying to (hollar at) you
It's barely there and it's lighter than air
ohhhhh... but no one knows.
ohhhh-ohhhhhh... but no one knows.
ohhhhhh...
Goes to sleep right beside you
You were there as it swims through your hair
Could it be dreaming about you?
Could it be dreaming about you-u?
ohhhhh... but no one knows
wohhhh-ohhhhhh... but no one knows
Click to viewI've done myself an impossible crime,
Had to paint myself a hole
And fall inside
If it's far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress
And count in time
Oh, won't you do me the favor, man,
Of a giving mind
A polymorphing opinion here
And your vague outline
I'll find myself another burning gate,
A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate
And this is get what you get for pulling pins
Out of the hole
Inside the hole you're in
It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars
Of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind
On the rolling mind
They want you to decide
Eventually, it happens
Some gather on one side
With all their pearly snapping
They close the basement door
It sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before
But now that hardly matters
You're old enough, boy,
Too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheel,
We'll set you up with some odd convictions
Because you're finally golden, boy.
Chad VanGaalen - "Phantom Anthills" (fan-video of a time-lapse sunset over Utah):
This tiny body is see-through
I caught it swimming inside of you
It might be trying to (hollar at) you
It's barely there and it's lighter than air
ohhhhh... but no one knows.
ohhhh-ohhhhhh... but no one knows.
ohhhhhh...
Goes to sleep right beside you
You were there as it swims through your hair
Could it be dreaming about you?
Could it be dreaming about you-u?
ohhhhh... but no one knows
wohhhh-ohhhhhh... but no one knows