Black Mirror knows no reflection, knows not pride or vanity...

Black Mirror by The Arcade Fire

I will walk down to the ocean
After waking from the nightmare
No moon, no pale reflection
Black Mirror

Shot by a security camera
You can watch your own image
And also look yourself in the eye
Black Mirror

I know when the time is coming
All the words will lose their meaning
Please show me something that isn’t mine
But mind is the only kind that I relate to
I never guessed how the mirror could ever break you
Black Mirror

Black Mirror knows no reflection,
knows not pride or vanity
Cares not about your dreams,
cares not for your pyramid schemes
Their names are never spoken
The curse is never broken,
the curse is never broken
Un, deux, trois, du miroir noir
[one, two, three, from the mirror]
Black Mirror

Black Mirror,
Their names are never spoken,
The curse is never broken,
Mirror mirror on the wall,
show me where them bombs will fall

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Little Boxes by Melvina Reynolds

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.

And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

I'm quite happy, I'm quite happy....

Burning Flies by Looper

I'm quite happy burning flies.

They went to fly a kite,
They took a case of beer,
They asked if I would come,
But I'll be alright here.
I'm quite happy burning flies.
I don't need fancy things,
I don't watch much TV,
And while they fly the kite
Don't feel bad for me.
I'm quite happy burning flies.
Karla Valdarama on the beach at Balmaha w
ith a disposable cigarette lighter,
Karla Valadarama underneath a tree
Burning flies.
I'm quite happy, I'm quite happy.
I'm quite happy burning flies.
Die, little flies...