Little Wings - "Mr Natural". Take it easy and then take it easier. Take it easier and then take it even easier. Gliding through the streets, coasting, downhill all the way; breeze and fireflies. Loose stars. Falling into lawns. Later, stretching in bed, a cracked egg on the stove, and the rooms are warm. Long eyelashes, the curve of your ear. Tilt, turn. The tarnished knives turning silver. And all those seashells at the bottom of the seas. [buy Black Grass, the new album by Little Wings]

Radiohead - "Give Up The Ghost". The carriage rolls through the streets, bumping over cobblestones. The carriage is gold and eggshell blue. The curtains are drawn. The people stare from the sidewalks, from doorways, from over their windowsill gardens. They wonder who is inside the carriage, drawn by its lone black horse. They wonder if it is one person or several. They wonder if the carriage is lined with velvets or silks or jerseys, and where it is going. They wonder what the light looks like, the light of sunbeams and gas lamps, as it passes into that secret roaming room. They cannot ask: the carriage is closed. They cannot eavesdrop. They cannot send a letter. They wait with their dry hearts and see the secret rattle past. [buy The King of Limbs]

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