These Days (Jackson Browne cover) - St. Vincent

I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking these days
These days...
These days I simply think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to

I've stopped my rambling
I won't do too much gambling these days
These days...
These days I simply think about
How all the changes came about my way
And I wonder if I'll see another highway

I had a lover
I don't think I'll risk another these days
These days...
These days I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long

La la la la la

I've stopped my dreaming
I won't do too much scheming these days
These days...
These days I sit on cornerstones
And count the time in quartertones to ten
Please don't confront me with my failures
I have not forgotten them

Paris Is Burning - St. Vincent

I write to give word the war is over
Send my cinders home to mother
They gave me a medal for my valor
Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power they say

"I'm on your side when nobody is, cause nobody is
Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear"

We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall
I am sorry to report dear Paris is burning after all
We have taken to the streets in open rejoice revolting
We are dancing a black waltz fair paris is burning after all

Oh no oh no

Enclosed in this letter there's a picture
Black and white for your refridgerator
Sticks and stones have made me smarter
it's words that cut me under my armor they say

"I'm on your side when nobody is, cause nobody is,
come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear"

We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall
I am sorry to report dear Paris is burning after all
We have taken to the streets in open rejoice revolting
We are dancing a black waltz fair paris is burning after all

Oh no oh no

Dance poor people dance and drown
Dance fair Paris to the ground
Dance poor people dance and drown
Dance fair Paris ashes now

Your Lips Are Red - St. Vincent

Your lips are red
My face is red from reading your red lips
My hands are black
My hands are black inside this downtown taxi cab
This cities red
This cities red from riding us into the ground
This cities black
This cities black from all the ashes in downtown
Ashes in downtown, ashes in downtown

My face is drawn
My face is drawn on with this number 2 pencil
Your face is drawn
Your face is drawn from drawing words right from my lips
Words right from my lips, words right from my lips

Your lips are red
My face is red from reading your red lips
My hands are red
My hands are red from sealing your read lips
Sealing your red lips, sealing your red lips

Your skins so fair
Your skins so fair its not fair
You remind me