SO MUCH TO TELL YOU: sound track

I really, really love reading the Guardian's Soundtrack of my Life section. This week, they spoke to one of my favourite artists, Jarvis Cocker. You can read his piece here. Given that it's highly unlikely that I will ever be asked to do this for the paper, I'm just going to help myself and do my own. I'm pretty fickle, and I have the attention span of a goldfish, so it's more a Soundtrack of my month.

Bat for Lashes/ Daniel

As much as Zoe and I joke about this being 'womyn' music - you know, maybe we should dance around bonfires and sing about our emotional feelings, the not cynical part of me adores this song. It's so vulnerable and beautiful, and did you know it's about her crush on the boy from the Karate Kid? I've been listening to it obsessively this past week, which might account for my dire moodiness. I love the imagery - the 'marble movie skies', the 'smell of cinders and rain'. It's majestic, and otherworldly and vast and epic.

The National/ Fake Empire

I flew down to Wellington to surprise my little sister for her birthday the other day, and we drove around the bays after dinner with this at full volume. It's so peaceful in a contained kind of way, devastatingly sad - 'tiptoe through our shiny city', 'half awake in our fake empire'. I love the National, and they're the best for seaside drives.

T.I./ Whatever You Like

Erm, yeah.

"I'm talkin' big boy rides/ And big boy ice/ Let me put this big boy in yo'life".

I always get the giggles over this. Play on player.

Antony and the Johnsons/ Fistful of Love

I think this is one of the most beautiful songs. For all my eloquence in writing, I'm completely incapable of telling people what I really mean or feel to their face, and that's what this song is all about. 'I was lying in my bed last night, staring at a ceiling full of stars, when it suddenly hit me. I just have to let you know how I feel'.

Actually the more I think about the lyrics, the more I realise it's about domestic violence. Which I'm definitely not into. Nevertheless. Pretty.

Band of Horses/ Is There A Ghost?