"There are Listed Buildings" by Los Campesinos!
If you're like me... brutally handsome, fueled by rage, currently nude... then there's nothing you enjoy more than a fizzy, ray-of-sunlight, pop song. Next to liquor, of course. Liquor will always be our first love. I mean, who are we kidding??? Buncha drunks.
But anyway, toe-tappin', poppy, indie rock makes you feel for three minutes like the weight of the world isn't resting directly on your windpipe. It's a bright piece of minty chewing gum after five cups of bitter, black coffee. It's aural penetration with a unicorn's dick.
So... give this song a listen then...
Don't you feel better about everything? The hate in your heart is, at best, now lukewarm. Why, I bet if a shambling homeless gentlemen were to saunter across your path, you wouldn't even have the urge to drag him into the nearest stairwell and beat him to death with a cinder block! Hell, you might give the ol' fella a shiny quarter and tell him in a jolly voice, "the coffee's on me tonight, Scruffy!"
Yes, he would probably turn on you, ripping at your face with his filthy street fingers, biting at your pulse points because the homeless can smell blood, but still. The point is, Los Campesinos! makes music for happier days. Isn't it great? Yeah... it's pretty great.
P.S. Sorry you gotten eaten by a hobo. Them's the breaks.