and will music save your mortal soul? 
funny how it always seems to. carries you, shapes that lingering thread in the back of your mind, toys with it, and gives it a voice to listen to. gives it a thought to latch onto, gives it memories to throw back to, gives it futures to imagine, gives it an empty road and a full tank. 
 
all i can say is that my life is pretty plain.
i like watchin' the puddles gather rain.. 
and all i can do is just pour some tea for two,
and speak my point of view,
but it's not sane, it's not sane. 
 
i just want someone to say to me
no, no, no, no,
i'll always be there when you wake.
ya know i'd like to keep my cheeks dry today,
so stay with me and i'll have it made. 
 
and i don't understand why i sleep all day
and i start to complain that there's no rain
and all i can do is read a book to stay awake,
and it rips my life away,
but it's a great escape escape......escape......escape......  
 
all i can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think i'm insane its not sane......it's not sane. 
i just want someone to say to me
no, no, no, no,
i'll always be there when you wake.
ya know i'd like to keep my cheeks dry today,
so stay with me and i'll have it made. 
 
(i'll have it made i'll have it made
 you know we're really gonna,
really gonna have it made
gonna have it made.) 
 
No Rain
Blind Melon 
 
mm..here's an old favourite.. 
 
[...] 
 
and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming,
or the moment of truth in your lies.
when everything feels like the movies,
yeah you bleed just to know you're alive.. 
 
and i don't want the world to see me,
'cause i don't think that they'd understand.
when everything's made to be broken,
i just want you to know who i am..
 
 [...] 
 
Iris
Goo Goo Dolls

a roof song if there ever was one..this next one's a gem, too.  
 
mera pyaar tum hi ho,
tum hi to ho..
meray saath tum hi ho,
tum hi tou ho.. 
 
nice bass line. simple, strong song. 
 
ae ajnabi..desert song. train song. a song for the lost, who lived, once, a few steps down the way. silent streets, partings, disconnected reunions, unfinished conversations.