How Did You Get So Close

I looked at my hands. I was holding on to the steering wheel so tightly, all my knuckles were shiny points of white, and my blinker was on, click-click, click-click, so certain, so plain, so clear, and yet for all it’s mechanical-conviction, blinking me in the wrong direction. (House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski)

Seems Like Nothing / Full Control / Wasn’t Myself

The Shape of a Shape of a Face / Stay Cool

Background Noise

Manifest Destiny / Hooray

You are right, it’s a mirage

Blindness in the tunnel of revelation

All I want is a cup of tea

Tell em I was flyin’

Cookie’s gonna crumble

everyone has a god and i’m not it

spare change