[Jeanette X]

Hey baby, let me look in your eyes, as you go off into your weird red light. The pump the grind that I call my head. The suck milk nebula I use instead. The sweet cream clot and the sick milk udder. The weird red light that pulls me under. Me open and suck my scars. You better open your eyes when I come down.
-Hole, "Loaded" (Before they started to suck)

You see the stars through eyes lit up with lies
You got your stories all twisted up in mine
You were born with glue instead of spine
-Babes In Toyland, "Bruise Violet"

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

-Billie Holiday "Strange Fruit"