| Song | Pathetique |
| Artist | Close Lobsters |
| Album | Foxheads Stalk This Land |
| I can touch the sky with the tip of my hands and foretell many many things | |
| There are ninety-seven sides to everything | |
| A girl is no longer risen | |
| You see everything has ninety-seven sides | |
| A girl is no longer risen | |
| Whoo! |