Micachu and the Shapes and the London Sinfonietta - "Everything". Spending rapped knuckles like currency. Three punishments and you can buy a bowl of fruit. Makes you smug. Pear in your pocket, taunting teacher, asking for it. 3 o'clock; go home; dream of tearing the sidewalk with each rotation of a bicycle tire. Sometimes it gets so late that you can't remember if the minute-hand is long or short. It is so late and you don't know the time. Your mother and father don't care; they're snoring. You're on your own, eyeing dessert-knives in their drawer, imagining your heart like a gob of strawberry jam, and you want to throw yourself on someone, a man or woman who's peanut butter. [buy]

Lower Dens - "I Get Nervous". I traded language for silver. I can no longer speak, only indicate. When I sing, I show. But I am silver. I go running, under violent streetlamps, warm wind in leaves. I pass through cars like starlight passes through glass. I skim the fields like wish. I show this, I show this, I show this. I am silver. Nobody will forget me. I will not say one word and everyone will remember the way I shone. [buy - thanks jessie]

(image source unknown)