
Bright Side - The Soft Pack
Everybody Hates Me - Bang! Bang! Rock n Roll
Interstella Love - The Suns
I've Got This Friend - The Civil Wars
Down and Out - Dirty North
Down Don't Bother Me - Cyndi Lauper
Three Cool Chicks - 5.6.7.8's
The Simple Intricasies of my Paranoia - ONLY THE SEA SLUGS
Blood Pressure - Mutemath
After The Rain - I See Angels
If The River Was Whiskey - Rik Warren
Men and Women - Naymedici
Assassiner - Janice Graham Band
Russell - Happy Mondays
Rust - Alexis Mclean
Look Where You're Walkin' - Modern Science
Medicine - We Were Promised Jetpacks
Shall We Take A Trip - Northside
Honest John - Jaguar Jones
Be Cruel/Be Kind - Suzuki Method
Poem:
Sonnet 75
Shakespeare
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
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