Maybe one day soon it will all come out

How you dream about each other sometimes

With the memory of how you once gave up

But you made it through the troubled times

Dar Williams Troubled Times

This is the sound a phonograph makes

When I see them, when I hear them

I see visions of sharp precision

Overabundance, overindulgence

Tied together with rope and twine

Stuck together with paste and glue

Two old planks of knotty pine

And a couple of nails

Poked right on through

Dirty Projectors and David Byrne, Knotty Pine

I'm so far away and I just can't see you

I'm so far along and I just don't need you

I'm so ah alone so ah ah alone so ah alone so ah ah alone

Tegan and Sara Speak Slow

and every summer is a hot token to the cold, cold take of lust.

and every autumn singes with the business of sadness.

Bon Iver Bracket, W9