When I'm sad I listen to Modest Mouse, partly because it seems like they are telling me "that's normal. Laugh about it," but mostly because the lyrics are so clever.
-"Well all's not well But I'm told that it'll all be quite nice You'll be drowned in boots like mafia But your feet will still float like christ's And I'll be damned They were right I'm drowning upside down My feet afloat like christ's"
-"Before I could spit it out
I guess the words had burnt my mouth"
I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late"
Opinions were like kittens, I was giving them away"
But I'm told that it'll all be quite nice
You'll be drowned in boots like mafia
But your feet will still float like christ's
And I'll be damned
They were right
I'm drowning upside down
My feet afloat like christ's"
Right against your mouth to hear
When you tried to spit the venom out
Your words were not so clear"