Caves - "Points of Light"

In a storm shelter, a meal in candlelight. A clean plate with a bit of oil and a bit of bread. A few leaves from the garden and a few berries from the field. A cup of nuts, and a bit of water. In the distance, the sky is bursting orange and green in fire and guts, but here the candle doesn't flicker, the small bookshelf doesn't sway, the table legs steady and the chair sits solid. Head down, a dim reflection of the candle in the oil on the plate, a dim distant face in the reflection in the oil, contorted and ripped apart by the sopping of the bread. [MySpace]

Woodhands - "Coolchazine"

In a yet unmade documentary, we open to a teenage girl with pale skin applying thick dark eye makeup. Threadbare socks and bad leather, hair product and fingerless gloves. Loud noise rock to drown out the arguing, and to fan the fires of argument, a condom in her chest pocket. Painting her toenails black, pan around the room to reveal dozens of posters, applicable to her tastes, but all upside-down. Bangs covering her eyes like a hood, a voice from behind the camera, "Why are all your posters upside-down?" "Because I don't want to idolize anything, if you look at a face upside-down it looks more like an animal than a human, and I don't want to forget that everything I like is still not me, you know?" Only silence from behind the camera. [Pre-order Remorsecapade]

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