Some of these songs are more to Sarah than Sarah herself, but they were too good to pass up. Songs are in no order other than alphabetical.
"Acoustic Romance," A Kiss Could Be Deadly.
Our hands touch as the record plays;
you're the king of the clever phrase.
My heart stalls as you call my name.
You touch your hair and I do the same.
We're both nervous that they're on to us.
We have to be so obvious.
And it's more than a little crush -
all my words are rushed and I'm feeling...
I can keep a secret if you can.
"Beautiful Stranger," Jon Auer.
You're some kind of beautiful stranger.
You could be good for me;
I have a taste for danger.
"Behind the Frontlines," Johnathan Rice.
Blue light of morning, the palm trees in rows,
the end of my affair with the west coast...
I'm on your side behind the frontlines.
"Bond on Bond (James Bond Theme)," Bond.
"Bulletproof," Rilo Kiley.
If you think you're bulletproof, you're right
because you've weather all my slings and arrows well.
If you think I'm paranoid, that's fine,
'cause I've got evidence on my side.
"Christmas TV," Slow Club.
It's okay to have scars; they will make you who you are.
...
It is brutal, it's brutal, why can't you see?
It's brutal, it's brutal, where have you been?
'cause we're far apart and my lonely heart
finds it hard to get through the night.
You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light.
"Click Click Click Click," Bishop Allen.
Are you tired of where you've gone
and you think you might belong
in a moment when you step out of the rain?
And you've ended up in someone else's frame
and their memory now is never quite the same.
You know, they never even asked your name.
"Corner of Your Heart," Ingrid Michaelson.
There's a corner of your heart for me.
There's a corner of your heart just for me.
I will pack my bags
just to stay in a corner of your heart.
"Crushcrushcrush," Paramore.
If you wanna play it like a game,
then come on, come on, let's play,
'cause I'd rather waste my life pretending
than have to forget you for one whole minute.
They taped over your mouth,
scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies.
"Dropped," Phantom Planet.
I'm begging, I'm begging, I'm begging you, please,
now tell me that you want me,
tell me that you need me,
tell me 'cause I like to know.
Won't you stop teasing?
Won't you take it easy?
Tell me 'cause I'd like to know.
"Goodnight and Go," Imogen Heap.
Why'd you have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you.
And must you make me laugh so much?
It's bad enough we get along so well.
Say goodnight and go.
"Heaven Forbid," the Fray.
Twenty years - it's breaking you down
now that you understand there's no one around.
Take a breath, just take a seat.
You're falling apart and tearing at the seams.
Heaven forbid you end up alone and don't know why.
"Hologram," Katie Herzig.
I'm gonna let you down, gonna toss you around,
gonna make you want everything you haven't found.
Gonna hold your hand and ask you to stand
ten feet away.
...
I'm in a love affair without a love song;
I'm in the habit of having what I don't want.
I'm just a hologram: you can see
but don't touch me, baby.
"Humdrum," the Corrs.
I have visions like no other, so romantic, you'll discover:
I want to take you for granted,
drift while you're talking,
bathe while you're downstairs and chat on the phone,
fall asleep before bedtime, pass in the hallway,
forget your birthday and shrink all your clothes.
"Hypnotized," Aberfeldy.
You don't find it easy tell me how you feel -
so hard to know what is and isn't for real.
To know where you go, know what you do -
it's not up to me to keep up with you.
I said what I did because I meant it at the time.
Oh, I love to believe you - I live for your lies -
tell me something else now - keep me hypnotized.
"I Caught Myself," Paramore.
Now when I caught myself,
I had to stop myself
from saying something that
I should have never thought.
"Imitosis," Andrew Bird.
It was anything but hear the voice
that says that we're all basically alone.
"Lying to You," Schuyler Fisk.
I don't know you, I don't love you, I don't think about you.
I'm not breaking, I'm not torn up, I don't think about you.
You don't look good in my bed.
I'll take back every word I said.
You don't know me like you think you do.
Truth be told, I'm just lying to you.
...
And I can't keep lying to you.
"The Mating Game," Bitter:Sweet.
Step right up, who's the next contestant
in this week's charade?
"Monument," Mirah.
It's gonna hurt for a while, but it would anyways.
Let us stand resolute with our voices raised.
We have a right to insist, to be free and brave;
if that should cease to exist, I would throw my heart away.
So aren't you gonna come along? Aren't you gonna fight?
"Move On," Mike Doughty.
And I love this country so much, man,
like an exasperating friend.
"No One's Gonna Love You," Band of Horses.
And no one is ever gonna love you more than I do.
No one's gonna love you more than I do.
And someone, they could have warned you -
when things start splitting at the seams
and now the whole thing's tumbling down.
"Nobody Knows Me At All," the Weepies.
When I was a child, everybody smiled - nobody knows me at all.
And very late at night and in the morning light, nobody knows me at all.
I've got lots of friends, yes, but then again, nobody knows me at all.
"Ooh La La," the Ditty-Bops.
Was she wrong to hold his heart? Another person's hand?
The grass is always greener 'til it's covered up in sand.
Was it other things - fate, felicity? What rousing temptation.
She knew that love could swell without barricades;
standards must be broken, even these.
Now she has three different lullabies to sing.
These fruited images lead her to sleep.
Was it the fighting, was it the fists?
Was it adventure with a jealous twist?
Was it desire for another's kiss?
What brought the house down?
"Open Fire," Sarah Mac Band.
I've decided that I've had my fill
of things that are solid but they don't satisfy.
There's gotta be more to it still
than this so-called life you and I
seem to be trapped inside.
I can't sit down without crashing
into the walls you've built up
to try to keep me from touching you.
Where did you learn that
this was any variation of 'normal'?
Who taught you to love someone
by breaking their heart?
And I won't stand for you to open fire.
"Ordinary Moment," Fisher.
All I want is an ordinary moment here with you,
no distractions.
Tell the world that you're busy doing nothing,
cancel everything, let it go.
"Portions for Foxes," Rilo Kiley.
I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you,
but just being around you offers me another form of relief.
"School Night," Ani DiFranco.
What kind of scale compares the weight of two beauties,
the gravity of duties or the ground speed of joy?
Tell me what kind of gauge can quantify elation?
What kind of equation could I possibly employ?
You'll never know, dear, just how much I love you.
You'll probably think this was just my big excuse,
but I stand committed to a love that came before you
and the fact that I adore you is just one of my truths.
...
But I guess that this is the price that we pay
for the privilege of living for even a day
in a world with so many things worth believing in.
"Second Lover," Noah and the Whale.
And though I don't know your real name,
your real age or your shoe size,
I will leave this bedroom chair and this keyboard behind
and I will love you in reality and dreams.
"A Secret," Basia Bulat.
Oh, only you could ever know;
I'll never let our little secret go.
"Secret Agent," Melissa Etheridge.
Killer eyes and homicidal sighs -
you can't resist it, to be twisted in her suicidal thighs.
Confessional lips, professional fingertips -
it's a deception to perfection, her exceptional hips.
All the boys want to know if she's got something to hide,
all the girls are relieved she's working for the other side.
She's a sinner, a saint, she's running cool and hot;
she's a secret agent - you can believe it or not.
"Secret Agent Man," Johnny Tillotson.
To everyone he meets, he stays a stranger.
With every move he makes, another chance he takes;
odds are, he won't live to see tomorrow.
"She Moves In Her Own Way," the Kooks.
"Short Skirt/Long Jacket," Cake.
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond, I want a girl who knows what's best.
I want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes.
I want a girl with the right allocations,
who is fast and thorough and sharp as a tack.
"Slow Show," the National.
I want to hurry home to you,
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up.
"Take Me Home," Holly Cole.
I'm so sorry I broke your heart.
Please don't leave my side.
Take me home, you silly boy -
I'm still in love, I'm still in love,
I'm still in love with you.
"That's Not My Name," the Ting-Tings.
They call me hell, they call me Stacey,
they call me her, they call me Jane.
That's not my name, that's not my name,
that's not my name, that's not my name.
They call me quiet girl, but I'm a riot;
Mary, Jo, Lisa, always the same.
"Under My Skin," Rachael Yamagata.
Would you please get out from under my skin?
For I can't begin this yet and I don't know what my intentions are;
they're speaking in a different tongue.
Deep inside, I'm not as tough as I seem, but I won't let you know.
Until it's right, I'm gonna stay my distance and you should go.
"Under the Gun," the Killers.
She's got her halo and wings hidden under her eyes,
but she's an angel for sure; she just can't stop telling lies.
"We Will Not Grow Old," Lenka.
Though we've got a long, long way to get there,
we'll get there.
"Wicked Game," Heather Nova.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
and I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
No, I don't want to fall in love
(this world is only gonna break your heart).
"You Know My Name," Chris Cornell.
If you take a life, do you know what you give?
Odds are, you won't like what it is.
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
by the merciless eyes of deceit?
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights,
but you yourself are nothing so divine - just next in line.
Arm yourself because no one else here will save you.
"Your Heart is an Empty Room," Death Cab for Cutie.
Burn it down 'til the embers smoke on the ground
and start new when your heart is an empty room.
"4 Minutes," Madonna ft. Justin Timberlake and Timbaland.
We only got four minutes to save the world -
no hesitating.
"9 Crimes," Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan.
Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do.
It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you.
It's the wrong time for somebody new.
It's a small crime and I got no excuse.
Is that alright? To give my gun away when it's loaded?