Suckers - "It Gets Your Body Movin' (Alternate Version)"

That pressure, that push that I give on the steering wheel. You know the one where you kind of push it away from you, you make your arms straight, to kind of feel the strength of the car and stretch your arms out to show you're tired of driving. I do that a lot. And that is actually putting pressure on the recliner of the seat, since it can also go back if you want it to.
I'm doing 160, I know I shouldn't be, it's 5am, I'm rushing home to I forget what, trying to hold open my eyelids with inertia, out of coffee and I can see the deep colour of the sky swelling with a sunrise. I feel a click and now I'm looking at the ceiling. The light that is switched to 'door' and I wonder if that means the light is a door. Maybe it flips out and there's one thing behind it, like a locket holds one thing, or a false book. If I opened this door now, whatever's inside would just fall in my face, but that might be nice, it would wake me up a bit. I need to be awake, but I forget why. I find the dark trees look like a digital equalizer in my peripheral vision, like they're reacting to the music. All of nature and all those opposed to nature reacting to the same song in the same way: a weary lifting, sliding, and fall. [Buy]

Kid Congo & the Pink Monkey Birds - "Kris Kringle Ju Ju"

In line at the pharmacy. Rounding the corner out of sight. Driving past while you're waiting for the light to change. From the other room on the television. Across the street with the light on. The cause of a siren unseen. A half-ring of your phone. At another table, back turned. A faded, illegible address. A forgotten jacket. Red velvet with black leather piping and a thin fur lining. Cruel, cold, faceless, distant. Spreader of joy. [Buy from In The Red]