| Song | The Shrew |
| Artist | Beirut |
| Album | March of the Zapotec & Realpeople - Holland |
| She wasn't ever obliged | |
| To lift me a buckle or rise | |
| And once her eyes covered with flies | |
| The pain she no longer disguised | |
| Windows that | |
| I'm terrorized in time | |
| Never to ignite | |
| There was once a time beside | |
| It holds each one in light' | |
| Til the market left dry | |
| How long she's been by my side | |
| But at last, the stable's retired |