No. VII Playlist

V.W. Manager 224/Employee No. 71/No. VII

I wasn’t really sure what to do for No. VII of the Last Cafe. Should they have had their own playlist, separate from Victoria’s? And if so—what would it even contain? So, here’s Victoria’s playlist in the hope that one day we can find her deep inside of the shell that Warden is. Victoria’s playlist’s main genres were indie, bit of bubblegrunge, bit of weirdcore. I also threw in some songs I knew she’d like if only because they’d remind her of some sitcoms she liked.

- D.H.

Playlist

1.		Every day, it's a brand new episode Every day, I guess we'll see just how far it goes Every day, it seems like no one sees and no one knows Every day, I kinda wanna cancel the show
2.		I'm really, really sorry, I think I was just relieved To see that Michael Scarn got his confidence back Yeah, Michael, the movie is amazing It's like, one of the best movies I've ever seen in my life
3.		Dayman (a-a-ah...) Fighter of the Nightman (a-a-ah...) Champion of the sun (a-a-ah...) You're a master of karate and friendship For everyone
4.		Stare at the grain through the glass until you can't even see It's what you're doing For wreck or ruin
5.		Autumn leaves, something calling me My younger self, are you proud of me? … And I can see that it’s not meant to be My older self, have you forgiven me?
6.		I always thought I'd have more friends Or at least know I'm liked by them But they don't call me all that much and I'm too bummed to hit them up I never thought I'd leave this place The city that I thought was made for me and what I wanted But what I wanted isn't what I've got
7.		Welcome to my planet I don't understand it But it feels a lot like magic This unending expansion I'm a fan of supernovas And making out on sofas With you
8.		Foreign bodies take their toll on mine Eat away at what's in- what's in- inside Digging in deep, borrowing me Making their beds, stealing my sleep Foreign bodies take their toll on mine I don't have the guts to spill them out
9.		I wanna be perfect Supermodel life, white picket fence house I wanna be worth it, the girl that you dream about I wanna be normal, live, try, work, die, it's so cyclical To be mortal seems like such a constant struggle
10.		This bizarre unfolding of my wings was quite a trip (Trip, trip, trip) All the pretty colors in the sky began to ripple, drip and stipple like a Lichtenstein Pimples on my mind Hey, what's poppin' people? The apocalypse is nigh