Kate Nash -- We Get On.

Simply knowing you exist ain’t good enough for me. But asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate seeing as I can’t even say hi when you walk by. And that time you shook my hand, it felt so nice. I swear I never felt this way about any other guy. And I don’t usually notice people’s eyes, but I conducted a plan to bump in to you most accidentally. But I was walking along and I bumped into you much more heavily than I’d originally planned. It was well embarrassing, and I think you thought that I was a bit of a twat.

I just think that we’d get on. I wish I could tell you face to face instead of singing this stupid song, but yeah, I just think that we might get on.

So I went to that party and everyone, they were kind of arty. And I was wearing this dress because I wanted to impress, but I wasn’t sure if I looked my best ’cause I was so nervous. But I carried on regardless strutting through each room trying to find you, and when I saw you kissing that girl, my heart, it shattered.
And my eyes they watered and when I tried to speak I stuttered, and my friends were like “whatever, you’ll find someone better”. His eyes were way too close together and “we never even liked him from the start and now he’s with that tart and I heard she done some really nasty stuff down in the park with Michael, ” they said, “she’s easy and if your guy’s with someone that’s sleazy, then he ain’t worth your time ’cause you deserve a real nice guy”. So I proceeded to get drunk and to cry and I locked myself in the toilets the entire night.

Saturday night I watched channel five, I particularly liked CSI. I don’t ever dream about you and me, I don’t ever make up stuff about us that would be classed insanity, I don’t ever drive by your house to see if you’re in, I don’t even have an opinion on that tramp that you are still seeing. I don’t know your timetable, I don’t know your face off by heart, but I must admit that there is still a part of me that thinks we might get on.

Leute, hört auf, euren Bands so bescheuerte Namen zu geben! So kann euch doch kein Mensch ernst nehmen, verdammt nochmal.

Say Anything -- Alive With The Glory Of Love.

When I watch you, I wanna do you right where you’re standing. Right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view of the whole ghetto. The boots stomp meadows, but we ignore that. You’re lovely, baby. This war is crazy. I won’t let you down.

No, I won’t let them take you, won’t let them take you. Hell no no, oh no, I won’t let them take you, won’t let them take you. Hell no no!

And when our city, vast and shitty, falls to the axis, they’ll search the buildings, collect gold fillings, wallets and rings. But Ms. Black Eyeliner, you’d look finer with each day in hiding beneath the wormwood, ooh, love me so good. They won’t hear us screw away the day. I’ll make you say:

(Alive! Alive! Alive with love, alive with love tonight!)

No, I won’t let them take you, won’t let them take you. Hell no no, oh no, I won’t let them take you, won’t let them take you. Hell no no!

Our Treblinka is alive with the glory of love! Treblinka, alive, with the glory of love, yeah!

Should they catch us and dispatch us to those separate work camps, I’ll dream about you. I will not doubt you with the passing of time. Should they kill me, your love will fill me, as warm as the bullets. I’ll know my purpose. This war was worth this. I won’t let you down. No, I won’t. No, I won’t. No, I won’t.

Erinnert mich ein wenig an blink-182. Schade eigentlich.

“How to take a piece of shit and turn it into a masterpiece.”

Jamie Cullum -- Don’t Stop The Music.

Ich find’s sehr beeindruckend. Das Original fand ich von Anfang an unglaublich penetrant und einfach nur schlecht, aber diese Version ist tatsächlich sehr, sehr gelungen!

Jack Johnson -- No Other Way.

When your mind is a mess, so is mine. I can’t sleep ’cause it hurts when I think. My thoughts aren’t at peace with the plans that we make, chances we take, they’re not yours and not mine. There’s waves that can break all the words that we said and the words that we mean. Words can fall short. Can’t see the unseen ’cause the world is awake for somebody’s sake now, please close your eyes woman, please get some sleep.

And know that if I knew all the answers I would not hold them from you, know all of the things that I’d know. We told each other, there is no other way.

Well, too much silence can be misleading. You’re drifting, I can hear it in the way that you’re breathing. We don’t really need to find reason ’cause out the same door that it came, well, it’s leaving, it’s leaving.
Leaving like a day that’s done and part of a season. Resolve is just a concept that’s as dead as the leaves. But at least we can sleep, its all that we need .When we wake we will find, our minds will be free to go to sleep.

And know that if I knew all the answers I would not hold them from you, know all of the things that I’d know. We told each other, there is no other way.

Feeling like shit. Schlaft niemals bis um drei Uhr nachmittags.

Ewig her, dass ich Tomte gehört habe. Aber es kommt wieder so eine Phase, da schleichen sich ihre Texte einfach so in mein Leben.

Tomte -- Warum Ich Hier Stehe.

Die Sonne scheint so oder so, die Wolken entscheiden, ob du sie siehst.