Fictions, Addictions

Aimee Mann, Red Vines: Cigarettes and Red Vines, just close your eyes and baby come on.
The Lucksmiths, Smokers in Love: Amidst a sea of empty bottles, crockery and coffee cups, using anything for ashtrays, drinking drinks we can’t afford. And we’re still bored.
Kate Bush, Wuthering Heights: Oh, it gets dark, it gets lonely on the other side from you. I pine a lot.
The Blow, How Naked are we Going to Get?: Do you remember the route to her heart from her thighs?
Hefner, Hymn for the Cigarettes: Lucky strikes remind me of my friends out on the West Coast. Camel Lights remind me of my ex-girlfriend at Christmas time. Marlboro Reds remind me of not giving up in Berlin. B&H remind me of not giving up, but giving in.
The Rosebuds, Drunkards’ Worst Nightmare: She’s buck wild with her clothes off every night.
The Snow Fairies, Thank God for the New York Public Library: I wanna read Borges, oh yeah. And I think you oughta read Borges too.
Cansei de ser Sexy, Alcohol: Am I a mouse? Am I an elephant?
The Hidden Cameras, Union of Wine: Pause and rewind.
The New Pornographers, Slow Descent into Alcoholism: Something like this song. Salvation, holdout central.
Magnetic Fields, I don’t Want to Get Over You: I could smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth, like I was seventeen, that would be a scream.
Belle & Sebastian, Marx and Engels: She spoke in a dialect I could not understand.
Shearwater, If You Stay Sober: I wanted to die for two days in ’95.
Cat Power, Lived in Bars: There’s nothing like living in a bottle. There’s nothing like ending it all for the world.
Hank Williams, Tear in my Beer: I’m gonna keep drinking until I’m petrified.
Readyville, Avanel Square: The heart’s all cold, but the tongue’s all gin. This paperback is giving me a heart attack.
Okkervil River, Red: Yes is my favorite answer, I took a dancer home, she felt so alone. We stayed up all night in my kitchen… She said, “I know it’s easy to have me. But I’m full of fictions, and fucking addictions.”
Whiskeytown, Too Drunk to Dream: So baby you can leave if you want to. There’s no drinking when the bottle is dry.
Of Montreal, Heimdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse: C’mon chemicals.
Tom Waits, Book of Moses: Book of moses….
Harry and the Potters, Save Ginny Weasley: We’ve got to save the school from unseen horror.
Wilco, Shot in the Arm: Something in my veins, bloodier than blood.
The Finches, Leviathan’s Home: Hey, Leviathan.
Elliott Smith, Needle in the Hay: You ought to be proud that I’m getting good marks.
Rhett Miller, Our Love: Kafka in his letters to his lover Milena was alive, but he was waiting for a love that never would arrive.
Arab Strap, The Shy Retirer: These people are my friends, this cunted circus never ends. I won’t remember anything you say.
Jackson Browne, Cocaine: You look like you could be forty-five.
Mary Lou Lord, Some Jingle Jangle Morning (When I’m Straight): Too freaked out to deal with it all, and too fucked up to care.
Freedy Johnston, Delores: Delores was her middle name, she’d read the book and everything.
Old 97’s, Valium Waltz: Hover above her, but never sleep with her. Watch her through windows as you pours herself out.
Weakerthans, Our Retired Explorer Dines with Michel Foucaullt…: Thank you for the flowers and the book by Derrida, but I must be getting back to dear Antarctica.
Camera Obscura, Books Written for Girls: Now I think separation is okay, ‘cause you’re no star to guide me, anyway.