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2. "Hail to the Thief"-Radiohead
3. "Under the Iron Sea"-Keane
4. "You Could Have It So Much Better"-Franz Ferdinand
5. "The Resistance"-Muse
6. "For Emma, Forever Ago"-Bon Iver
7. "Lungs"-Florence + the Machine
8. "Fleet Foxes"-Fleet Foxes
9. "Alright, Still"-Lily Allen
10. "Origin of Symmetry"-Muse
11. "Hot Fuss"-The Killers
12. "Takk..."-Sigur Rós
13. "No More Stories..."-Mew
14. "Two Suns"-Bat for Lashes
15. "Under the Iron Sea"-Keane
16. "OK Computer"-Radiohead
17. "Black Holes and Revelations"-Muse
18. "Far"-Regina Spektor
19. "He Poos Clouds"-Final Fantasy
20. "Songs About Jane"-Maroon 5
21. "Viva la Vida..."-Coldplay
22. "Taylor Hicks"-Taylor Hicks
23. "Crazy Love"-Michael Bublé
24. "The Flying Club Cup"-Beirut
25. "Employment"-Kaiser Chiefs
26. "Franz Ferdinand"-Franz Ferdinand
27. "Day & Age"-The Killers
28. "Vampire Weekend"-Vampire Weekend
29. "In Rainbows"-Radiohead
30. "()"-Sigur Rós
This is really hard, and I'm sure I'm going to hate my list. I can't think of anything to do, and I'm blank from here, so this is what it is. I'm sorry. :embarassed:
"Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.
Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,
As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.'
'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,
Afore I found his shinbone.
He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
For he don't need his shinbone.'
Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;
So hand the old bone over!
Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
So hand the old bone over!'
'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins,
'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
I'll try my teeth on thee now.
Hee now! See now!
I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to dine on thee now.'
But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
And gave him the boot to larn him.
Warn him! Darn him!
A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
Would be the way to larn him.
But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.
As well set your boot to the mountain's root,
For the seat of a troll don't feel it.
Peel it! Heal it!
Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
And he knew his toes could feel it.
Tom's leg is game, since home he came,
And his bootless foot is lasting lame;
But Troll don't care, and he's still there
With the bone he boned from its owner.
Troll's old seat is still the same,
And the bone he boned from its owner!"