Railcars - "Dreams (Cranberries Cover)"

Sometimes my memories expand to fit the size of the room. A car came an inch from my face, a dog was as snarling and foaming as any nightmare monster, a kiss was as long and as perfectly placed as can be. Either everything was just so or nothing worked at all. My reactions to events are huge in my memory, jaws on floors, eyes popping out of heads, faces slapped, knees entirely buckled. They don't look in my mind how I'm sure they actually looked: minimal facial movement, slight turn away, maybe a raised eyebrow. My memories on tape sound like this mix, blaring, blown paper-thin against the speakers, near-unintelligible, nearly dead were it not for the aftertaste of a melody, the ghost of a beat beneath. [Keep up with the tour]

Lil Wayne - "Drop the World (feat. Eminem)"

In the final slow-motion moments of an epic adventure musical, a rain of credit cards glitters down on the streets of an apocalo-future city. Slow crane down from emptying heavens to the lowly clean-up droid back on the job. Lived its whole life in the gutter, held the only piece of knowledge needed to keep the forces of takeover at bay, used all its gumption and prime-directives to save every measly squirming human on this stupid hellish rock, and now back in the gutter, no one to thank it, no one to sing to it, no one to care. It raises its droid hands to the sky and lets the credit cards, slide on past its grasp to the ground. It passes by a reflective window, an abandoned insurance firm, and stops to watch the vista of the plastic rain. It goes closer to the window and looks calmly at its face. It flickers through different make-up combinations that could change its face. A light foundation with electric blue eyeliner. A deep starting layer with heavy lipstick and a cigarette holder. A dark foundation with silver teeth and Egyptian eyes. Beat. Black. Credits. [site]