| Song | Woodcabin |
| Artist | Saint Etienne |
| Album | Good Humor |
| A redwood tree | |
| The radio | |
| They moved them down the hall | |
| A beauty queen from Idaho | |
| Was broken in the fall | |
| Never write a love song | |
| Never write a trip hop | |
| Never write a ballad | |
| Got to get a grip now | |
| 'Cause nothing ever matters | |
| If you hide away from it all | |
| In twenty years this place will be | |
| Just like L.A. today | |
| Never write a love song | |
| Never write a trip hop | |
| Never write a ballad | |
| Got to get a grip now | |
| Cause nothing ever matters | |
| If you hide away from it all | |
| Never write a love song |