MIX: 'Til they're cleaning the ashtrays.
Jul. 8th, 2009 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urgencytobleedSo... I haven't posted anything here in quite a long time. Sorry about that. But I was in the mood to make a mix the other day so I'll share that. It doesn't really have a theme at all. Basically, the only thing these songs have in common is that a. I've been obsessed with them at some point in the past two or three months and b. I don't believe I've ever posted any of them here before. Other than that, they aren't really connected. I'm too lazy to upload the whole thing in one ZIP file so you don't have to listen to them in order if you don't want to (though I think it actually works extremely well as a whole) and you can pick and choose if you don't want/need every song. Enjoy. :)
And, oh yeah, I know it's sort of a "rule" not to have two songs by the same artist on one mix but whatever... I couldn't decide between the two and they both worked really well so I kept them. They are far enough apart that it doesn't seem like overkill. And anyway, they're both insanely good.
I twisted you over and under to take you; the coals went so wild as they swallowed the rest. I twisted you under and under to break you; I just couldn't breathe with your throne on my chest.
Press your palm to your snow-coated thought cage that carries me over your thinking; you're beestung there.
I think you're more than a terrified witness behind the arbitrary line.
How about some credit now, where credit is due, for the damage that we've done, we have brought upon ourselves and others with a slow and vicious gun?
There's another side to this sad story: fuck you, Hollywood - I'm the glory. I'm the glorious one.
Living in your pre-war apartment - soon to be your post-war apartment - and you live in the future and the future, it's here, it's bright, it's now.
I never really dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground but it's all I'm doing now, listening for patterns in the sound of an endless static sea.
I found a fox in the woods; she was cold and hungry. I gave her all that I could; I was sure that she loved me and we were thick as thieves.
On a fire escape you walk, all rare and resolved to drop.
And your voice cracks like a piano. You keep moving but where are you going? Baby, we're long gone.
Every month I'm eating for two but I'm always alone, I'm never with you.
I don't know what notes you want to hear played, can't think what lines you'd like me to sing or say, not sure which subjects you want mentioned, so just pause and add your own intentions. Let's pause and add our own intentions, right here.
I do as I please and now I'm on my knees; your skin is something that I stir into my tea. And I am watching you and you are starry, starry, starry.
I dreamed you were a cosmonaut of the space between our chairs and I was a cartographer of the tangles in your hair.
Oh, it's been hard to be strong with all of this going on. I've been lonely too, like you - I'm just like you.
I lick the ice cubes from your empty glass. Oh, we've stayed much too late 'til they're cleaning the ashtrays.
I could not be seen with you, working half the time and looking fine in cars re-made.
You see, these days we hold so tight to anything that occupies our thoughts and keeps us from moving forward. We've reached the point where we become what we are: two parts of the same heart.
And, oh yeah, I know it's sort of a "rule" not to have two songs by the same artist on one mix but whatever... I couldn't decide between the two and they both worked really well so I kept them. They are far enough apart that it doesn't seem like overkill. And anyway, they're both insanely good.
I twisted you over and under to take you; the coals went so wild as they swallowed the rest. I twisted you under and under to break you; I just couldn't breathe with your throne on my chest.
Press your palm to your snow-coated thought cage that carries me over your thinking; you're beestung there.
I think you're more than a terrified witness behind the arbitrary line.
How about some credit now, where credit is due, for the damage that we've done, we have brought upon ourselves and others with a slow and vicious gun?
There's another side to this sad story: fuck you, Hollywood - I'm the glory. I'm the glorious one.
Living in your pre-war apartment - soon to be your post-war apartment - and you live in the future and the future, it's here, it's bright, it's now.
I never really dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground but it's all I'm doing now, listening for patterns in the sound of an endless static sea.
I found a fox in the woods; she was cold and hungry. I gave her all that I could; I was sure that she loved me and we were thick as thieves.
On a fire escape you walk, all rare and resolved to drop.
And your voice cracks like a piano. You keep moving but where are you going? Baby, we're long gone.
Every month I'm eating for two but I'm always alone, I'm never with you.
I don't know what notes you want to hear played, can't think what lines you'd like me to sing or say, not sure which subjects you want mentioned, so just pause and add your own intentions. Let's pause and add our own intentions, right here.
I do as I please and now I'm on my knees; your skin is something that I stir into my tea. And I am watching you and you are starry, starry, starry.
I dreamed you were a cosmonaut of the space between our chairs and I was a cartographer of the tangles in your hair.
Oh, it's been hard to be strong with all of this going on. I've been lonely too, like you - I'm just like you.
I lick the ice cubes from your empty glass. Oh, we've stayed much too late 'til they're cleaning the ashtrays.
I could not be seen with you, working half the time and looking fine in cars re-made.
You see, these days we hold so tight to anything that occupies our thoughts and keeps us from moving forward. We've reached the point where we become what we are: two parts of the same heart.
