two songs...

And all that I want, and all that I need
and all that I've got is scattered like seed.
And all that I knew is moving away from me.
(and all that I know is blowing
like tumbleweed)
- Joanna Newsom

and one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the
aeroplane over the sea but for now we are
young let us lay in the sun and count every
beautiful thing we can see love to be in the arms
of all im keeping here with me
- Neutral Milk Hotel