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For me, probably:

If I was a horse I would throw up the reins if I was you

Idiot Heart — from Sunset Rubdown on Dragonslayer

She said her sails are flapping in the wind

I said "Can I use that in a song?"

She said "I mean the end begins"

I said "I know. Can I use that too?"

The Taming of the Hands that Came Back to Life — Sunset Rubdown on Random Spirit Lover

1000 people did what they could

They found a steeple, and tore up the wood

500 pieces means 500 float

1000 people means 500 don't

All Fires — Swan Lake on Beast Moans

Never properly got into this band but this song is maybe his singular best work?

I saw the sun go down, outside of Arkansas

And I saw the sun come up, somewhere in Illinois

And in the darkness, I taught myself to hate

Oh where were you, where were you, and where the fuck did the sun go?

Us Ones In Between — Sunset Rubdown on Shut Up I'm Dreaming

Love the deflationary move in this. Another strong contender for best Krug song.

I'll believe in anything if you believe in any thing

I'll Believe in Anything — from Wolf Parade on Apologies to Queen Mary

Simple and to the point and some specific kind of stuck in my head that there's a decent chance I am half-considering posting it at any given moment


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in reply to @bcj's post:

for my part,

Because variables lurk in the wine

Because the bed's warm and it's cold out, that's a good sign

It's never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again

Because the dust you kick up is too fine

oh oh, also (keeping with his horses & caballero fixation), in Black Swan

There was the matador who said he would have you, if you could only give it up and walk away

He has carved out an avenue for you, from the palace to the palisades

But now it's half destroyed, and you are half destroyed

I see you running down a washed out road, I see you running between the dream and the void