A Hundred Million Suns: Just an amazing album alltogether. I wasnt much of a Snow Patrol fan but this album kinda changed it all for me. I can stop listening to it! The subtle Music and awesome Lyrics are just what the doctor ordered for me 
You cool your bed warm hands down
on the broken radiator
And when you lay them freezing on me
I mumble can you wake me later
But I don’t really want you to stop
And you know it so it doesn’t stop you
You run your hands from my neck
To my chest
Crack the shutters open wide
I want to bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays
Tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours
Finding new ways to be awed each minute
Cause the daylight seems to want you
Just as much as I want you
It’s been minutes it’s been days
It’s been all I will remember
Happy lost in your hair
And the cold side of the pillow
Your hills and valleys
Are mapped by my intrepid fingers
And in a naked slumber
I dream all this again
Crack the shutters open wide
I want to bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays
Tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours
Finding new ways to be awed each minute
Cause the daylight seems to want you
Just as much as I want you
Crack the shutters open wide
I want to bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays
Tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours
Finding new ways to be awed each minute
Cause the daylight seems to want you
Just as much as I want you
–’Crack the Shutters’
Day And Age: Ok now this is typically ‘Killers’ sound. On the first hearing it didnt impress me much except for the first 3-4 songs. The Killers are the type of band who’s Lyrics being largely non-sensible are nontheless catchy and make you want to sing them out loud( and also to learn them drum rolls 
) Hence its always a pleasure to hear them.
Console me in my darkest hour
Convince me that the truth is always grey
Caress me in your velvet chair
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
I ain’t in no hurry, you go run
And tell your friends I’m losing touch
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom
It must be true
Console me in my darkest hour
And tell me that you always hear my cries
I wonder what you got conspired
I’m sure it was the consolation prize
I ain’t in no hurry, you go run
And tell your friends I’m losing touch
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
Of how you got lost
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah
I heard you found a wishing well
In the city
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
And you throw me down
I ain’t in no hurry, you go run
And tell your friends I’m losing touch
Fill your crown with rumours
Impending doom, it must be true
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond
And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
I’m losing touch
–’Losing Touch’
These are the two albums i have been listening to continously and even though it doesnt show it on Last. fm its the truth. The music plays on the mp3 player mostly and its not an iPod to scrobble.
