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colournoise2011-06-08 03:33 pm
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the pacific - sledge/snafu - bird cage
bird cage | a sledge/snafu mix.
o1. imogen heap
[ first train home ]
bodies disengaged, our mouths are fleshing over. the urge to feel your face,
and blood rushing to paint my handprint, your vinyl on lamanent, desperate for
some kind of contact. i want to get on with getting on with things, i want to run
in fields, paint the kitchen and love someone. and i can't do any of that here,
can i? first train home, i've got to get on it. first train home, i've got to
get on it. so what? i'm not that fun to be with. i didn't want to come here,
anyway.
o2. maria mena
[ they smoke a lot ]
you smoke a lot, down that hill is where you're dropped. and your mama's saying
"no, no, no," and your daddy's saying "no, no, no." you're in trouble this time.
they smoke a lot, catch their disease, that's what you've got. you're in trouble
this time, this time. but it feels soothing, but you're not moving 'cause you're
dead, so dead.
o3. the national
[ mistaken for strangers ]
you have to do it running but you do everything they ask, 'cause you don't mind
seeing yourself in a picture as long as you look faraway. showered and blue-blazered,
you get mistaken for strangers by your own friends. oh you wouldn't want an angel
watching over, another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults.
make up something to believe in your heart of hearts, so you have something to wear on
your sleeve of sleeves.
o4. sigur ros
[ coma ]
instrumental.
o5. the pierces
[ kill, kill, kill ]
what were you doing in my dream last night, honey? well i thought that i liked that
you're uptight, baby. well it's a mystery to me how you keep on slipping in my mind.
and it's downright dirty that this old wound won't heal with time. well it's an ache
i can't shake and it's creeped down deep into my core. you could wash my brain, you
could tear out my heart, but i would never forget you.
o6. los campesinos!
[ heart swells/pacific daylight time ]
black holes, unraised moles, let's just call them freckles. hair cut, part left. sleep well,
i feel you've ruined me forever. i don't want to sound trite, but you were perfect. the way
you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic. i wish you would kiss me 'til the point of
paralysis, the way i flail my arms in front of you, it just embarrasses. some things are best
left unsaid.
o7. emmy the great
[ war ]
the dream that i have is always the same, a foot falls like an echo of a step i didn't take
and i see you coming in like you were never gone. tell me, why did i wake? and hey, do you
remember me the way that i remember you? and every movement of the the waves, oh they
replaced the train, all the people went away and i felt nothing. they say that time heals all things,
and they said the thought of you would fade. well i don't feel that way.
o8. sleeping at last
[ birdcage religion ]
who i've sworn to be, a promise in pencil that years have made so hard to read. i've spent
my life building walls, brick by brick and bruise by bruise. a birdcage religion that whispered
me to sleep, but time is spinning silk that coils ruthlessly. so soften these edges and straighten
out my tie, and help me remember the hope that i have compromised. please be a broken record
for me.
o9. feist and ben gibbard
[ train song ]
traveling north, traveling north to find you. train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes,
don't even know what i'll find when i get to you. it's so many miles and so long since i've
left you. don't even know what i'll find when i get to you. it's many hundred miles and it
won't be long. it's so many miles and so long since i've met you. how do i know i can come
and give to you love with no warning and find you alone.
1o. the national
[ it never happened ]
we look younger than we feel and older than we are. now nobody's funny, that's a real
bad thing, 'cause we have scars to cover. now i forget how to think, so crack my skull,
rearrange me. lover, put me in your beautiful bed and cover me. all the air was empty,
then what to my wondering eyes should appear, nothing. cause nothing ever happens here.
nothing ever happened here, nothing ever happened here. bad things never happen to the
beautiful.
[ heart swells/pacific daylight time ]
black holes, unraised moles, let's just call them freckles. hair cut, part left. sleep well,
i feel you've ruined me forever. i don't want to sound trite, but you were perfect. the way
you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic. i wish you would kiss me 'til the point of
paralysis, the way i flail my arms in front of you, it just embarrasses. some things are best
left unsaid.
o7. emmy the great
[ war ]
the dream that i have is always the same, a foot falls like an echo of a step i didn't take
and i see you coming in like you were never gone. tell me, why did i wake? and hey, do you
remember me the way that i remember you? and every movement of the the waves, oh they
replaced the train, all the people went away and i felt nothing. they say that time heals all things,
and they said the thought of you would fade. well i don't feel that way.
o8. sleeping at last
[ birdcage religion ]
who i've sworn to be, a promise in pencil that years have made so hard to read. i've spent
my life building walls, brick by brick and bruise by bruise. a birdcage religion that whispered
me to sleep, but time is spinning silk that coils ruthlessly. so soften these edges and straighten
out my tie, and help me remember the hope that i have compromised. please be a broken record
for me.
o9. feist and ben gibbard
[ train song ]
traveling north, traveling north to find you. train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes,
don't even know what i'll find when i get to you. it's so many miles and so long since i've
left you. don't even know what i'll find when i get to you. it's many hundred miles and it
won't be long. it's so many miles and so long since i've met you. how do i know i can come
and give to you love with no warning and find you alone.
1o. the national
[ it never happened ]
we look younger than we feel and older than we are. now nobody's funny, that's a real
bad thing, 'cause we have scars to cover. now i forget how to think, so crack my skull,
rearrange me. lover, put me in your beautiful bed and cover me. all the air was empty,
then what to my wondering eyes should appear, nothing. cause nothing ever happens here.
nothing ever happened here, nothing ever happened here. bad things never happen to the
beautiful.
or individual tracks
[masterlist of mixes]
a/n: a post-war sledge/snafu mix that was inspired/started by emmy the great's 'war.' it's a little bit of a mix with a storyline, and i actually kind of adore how it turned out. perhaps the fastest mix job i've ever done, it only took an hour.
per usual, some of the blame goes to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
awoken for enabling me.
enjoy the mix! comments are loved as always.
per usual, some of the blame goes to
awoken for enabling me. enjoy the mix! comments are loved as always.
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... or okay maybe i did a little bitnng okay train song don't even know what i'll find when i get to you. WANT FIC. WANT FIC NOW. and um, snagging \o/ will return with thinky thought type things.
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...just gonna. leave that there.
TRAIN SONG IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES IN GENERAL, and i was mixing for this and then went --- wtf why did i not think about this song for this pairing before. I HAPPILY AWAIT YOUR THINKY TYPE THOUGHTS. ♥
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in my defence it's been a really long day for me okay ._.
it's one of my playlists for them! but i didn't use it cos it's so ... soft? in comparison to the other songs on the mix. idk. I QUITE LIKE THE LOOKS OF IT HERE THOUGH ♥
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and what have you done for me laaaately
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you do realize that the whole reason i'm writing winters/roe(../nix!cockblock) fic is because after the babe/toye we were like WHAT ABOUT ROOOOE. and you were like "WINTERS/ROEEEE. DO IT."
AND THAT BABE/ROE SNIPPET WITH THE CUDDLING WHEN YOU NEEDED SOMETHING HAPPY. I AM AN ANGST WRITER AND I WROTE YOU FLUFF.
AND MADE THIS MIX.
(=D)
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i just agdjkhfjdkfhgjkfine WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO WRITE THEN :( i can't make promises it'll happen though because i actually am dead inside.
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