



Banana Pancakes | Jack Johnson
you gotta wake up slow


I held my breath as I watched you swing
Then run your fingers through your hair
Oh, how could anyone not love the terrible things you do?
Oh, how could anyone not want to try and help you?


Music Box Version. Really ancient and beautiful


KT Tunstall | Suddenly I See
Pink Martini — Hang On Little Tomato


When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four
You’ll be older too
And it you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight
If it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four.

“Sort Of” - Ingrid Michaelson
And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I would leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
but here I am, and here we go again


You And I - Ingrid Michaelson