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at the risk of seeming like a hipster follower, i'm trying to figure out what my favorite song of the year is. all of the major candidates are going up right here, because if i don't document it somewhere, i'll totally forget.
the first nominee is "We're Both So Sorry" from Mirah's C'mon, Miracle

I know you didn't mean it and you're sorry that i left
I'll go right on pretending i've got nothing to regret
Except all of the times we wasted getting only second best
You always seemed to lose the spark when i was only half undressed
I drove across a sea of ice to find my own command
The distance paid a lonesome price to see its motherland
Now if you would unbuckle sir, receive your reprimand
And hey i'm sorry 'bout so much baby but i know you'll understand
I'm sorry 'bout so much baby but i know you'll understand

How can i ever apologize? I meant you no such harm
I never knew i could possess that fatal kind of charm
I just wanted to be good to you but i found i was disarmed
By a lifetime of disillusionment and the distraction of the stars
I abdicated now i'm just a prince without a land
My subjects all adore me but for this i have been banned
Now could i trade my guilt for a good flogging by your hand?
And hey i'm sorry 'bout so much baby but i know you'll understand
I'm sorry 'bout so much baby but i know you'll understand

I can't understand why you refuse my one request
Just to press against my weaponry and then lay bare your chest
Challenges like these can be won or lost or laid to rest
Now we both agree to separate from the lonely castle steps
The kingdom is destabilized, the watchtower unmanned
The bedroom lies abandoned and the future is unplanned
But we've got the past to remind us of what's chivalrous and grand
And hey i'm sorry 'bout so much baby but i know you'll understand
I'm sorry 'bout so much baby but i know you'll understand

the second nominee is "Ambulance" from TV On The Radio's Desperate Youth, Bloodthirsty Babes

your slim frame
your eager eyes
and your wild mane
oh they keep me where i belong
all wrapped up in wrong

you're to blame
for wasted words of sad refrain
oh let them take me where they may
believe me when i say

oh i will be your accident if you will be my ambulance
i will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
i will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
so fall for me

your slim frame
your simple stare
and your wrong wrong name
they keep me where i belong
all strung out in song

why so tame?
we could shoot wilder vines through younger veins
sip slow from nights deep wells
and watch our garden swell
once the seeds are sown
wild and overgrown
you'll see
hearts colors change like leaves

oh sweet sweet dream fall for me
fall fast
fall free
fall for me
because i will be your accident if you will be my ambulance
i will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
and i will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
so sweet dream fall with me
fall fast
fall free
fall with me

nominee the third is "21 (2004 remake)" by Kupek. a four-year old demo song rerecorded in january and totally beautiful, it was on PureVolume for a good while (still is, i think) and later thrown on to Kupek's "Nameless, Faceless" compilation along with a mess of other recent tracks.
(not even the right disc, but whatever)
"it's getting cold," she said
"well there's a blanket on my bed,"
i said, "and i could warm it up for you.
you know, there's room enough for two."
and there's a rumor on the street
that you still think i'm kind of sweet.
why don't you lean back in your chair?
relax, let down your hair.

"it's getting cold," she said
"well there's a blanket on my bed,
you see, and you could warm it up with me,
and you can light that up. feel free."
and there's a rumor that i've heard
but i won't say another word
i've got some wine that we could sip
and then you know i'd like to taste the cigarette on your lips

tonight, i don't want to have to fly.
there's something in your eyes,
some still smoldering fire.

tonight, the ashes in your eyes,
they match the smoke on your tongue.
the night's still young.