Playlist for the Weekend (Leftovers from July 18)

Track 1 "Young Americans", David Bowie
Track 2 "Ashes to Ashes", David Bowie
Track 3 "The Only Living Boy in New York", Simon and Garfunkel
Track 4 "Clark Gable", The Postal Service
Track 5 "Shiny Happy People", R.E.M.
Track 6 "Homeward Bound", Simon and Garfunkel
Track 7 "Nothing Gets Crossed Out" Bright Eyes, Lifted, Or the Story Is In the Soil
Track 8 "You and Me", Lifehouse
Track 9 "When She Believes", Ben Harper, Diamonds On the Inside
Track 10 "To Be Alone With You", Bob Dylan, Nashville Skyline
Track 11 "First Day of My Life", Bright Eyes, I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning
Track 12 "Knockin' on Heaven's Door", Bob Dylan, The Essential Bob Dylan, Disc Two
Track 13 "Arienette", Bright Eyes, Fevers and Mirrors
Track 14 "Walking Away", Lifehouse
Track 15 "I'm Afraid of Americans", David Bowie, Best of Bowie
Track 16 "Old Soul Song (For the New World Order)", Bright Eyes, I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning
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The Feature Song out of all of these has to be "Nothing Gets Crossed Out". If I were cool, like gregiskhan, I would have it up for all of you to listen to. Since I'm not I (and you) will have have to settle for the lyrics. (Oh, and people, don't bother to give me a bad time about "Shiny Happy People).

"Nothing Gets Crossed Out"

The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.
My head is a carousel of pictures.
The spinning never stops.
I just want someone to walk in front
and I'll follow the leader.
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was,
but came to my senses.
Now I'm tryin' to be assertive.
I'm making plans.
Wanna rise to the occasion, yeah
meet all of their demands.
But all I do is just lay in bed
and hide under the covers.
I know I should be brave
but I'm just too afraid of all this change.
And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt.
I keep making these "To Do" lists but nothing gets crossed out.
Working on the record seems pointless now.
When the world ends, who's gonna hear it?
But Im tryin' and take some comfort in written words,
yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than good.
When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together.
Because I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by...
all those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting out time.
Remember all those songs and the way we smiled
in those basements made of music.
But now I've got to crawl, to get anywhere at all. I'm not as strong as I thought.
So when I'm lost in a crowd,
I hope that you'll pick me out.
Oh, how I long to be found.
The grass grew high. I laid down.
Now I wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand.
I have been laying so low
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
But if everything that happens is supposed to be
and it is predetermined, can't change your destiny.
Then I guess I'll just keep moving, someday, maybe, I'll get to where I'm going.