I like the first one the most I think.
One thing though.. in some ways it doesn't seem entirely serious- if that makes sense? I don't know why. Maybe it's the style of music I heard on the radio or at school when I was 4, 5, 6, 7 and I accosiate it with that age subconciously. Not saying that's a bad thing. Can't have serious all the time.

I'm probably making no sense to anyone else, but my excuse is that it's late. I'm going to bed now.
Well, what you are reading as the lack of seriousness is in fact the 'quirk factor' that I love so much. Clever lyrics...tongue-in-cheek humor, innovative music....that, to me is what good indie rock is about.
Play Missed The Boat Again and read these lyrics - they are brilliant!:
"Missed The Boat"
While we're on the subject
Could we change the subject now?
I was knocking on your ear's door but you were always out
Looking towards the future
We were begging for the past
Well we knew we had the good things
But those never seemed to last
Oh please just last
Everyone's unhappy
Everyone's ashamed
Well we all just got caught looking
At somebody else's page
Well nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned
Our ideas held no water
But we used them like a dam
Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Saying yes, this is a fine promotion
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Of course everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such
We made ourselves a pillar
We just used it as a crutch
We were certainly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am
Well we didn't need the water
But we just built that good God dam
Oh, and I know this of myself
I assume as much for other people
Oh, and I know this of myself
We've listened more to life's end gong
Than the sound of life's sweet bliss
Was it ever worth it?
Was there all that much to gain?
Well we knew we missed the boat
And we'd already missed the plane
We didn't read the invite
We just dance at our wake
All our favorites were playing
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Tiny curtains open and we heard the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks
Sitting drifting around in bubbles and thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out that we had truly missed the boat
Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
But not the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves
Now...if I'm gonna listen to indie rock, I want the lyrics to be as clever as that!

It's part of the reason I also love Beck. Beck is not really indie - he's sort of his own oddball genre, I think. But he is clever and innovative, and I admire him for that.
You'd have to have lived under a rock not to have heard this one.
To me, Beck is the King of Quirk. He just does his own quirky thing and in that sense is a true artist - always has been that way, right from the start. He's like a one-man genre.