pretty_hostel (pretty_hostel) wrote,

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light for the deadvine; a harper's island fanmix

i. the funeral; band of horses

I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard; we wonder
To know you all wrong; we warn.

I'm coming up only to show you down,
For I'm coming up only to show you wrong.

To the outside: the dead leaves, they're on the lawn
For they don't have trees to hang their own.

ii. running in your veins; renegade five

We are on the run tonight
we never face the dark
Down there, lonely.
we never lose control

After all we have done
its still running in your veins
when the night turns to day
you're still living with the fear

If you wanna leave your life
it doesn't mean that you have to
stay strong

iii. laughing with; regina spektor

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one's laughing at God when they've lost all they got and they don't know what for

iv. an end has a start; editors

You came on your own
And that's how you'll leave
With hope in your hands
And air to breathe

I won't disappoint you
As you fall apart
Some things should be simple
Even an end has a start
v. last of days; a fine frenzy

The sun is in the east,
Rising for the beasts
And the beauties
I wish that I could tear it down,
Plant it in the ground to warm your face

The world carries on without you
But nothing remains the same
I'll be lost without you
Until the last of days

vi. running up that hill; placebo

You don't wanna hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There's a thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems

vii. somedays; regina spektor

Somedays aren't yours at all,
They come and go
As if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours

I'm not here, not anymore
I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write

viii. black fingernails, red wine; eskimo joe

There's a culture, everywhere
Smoke clouds, hang in the air
It's so loud, can't hear you talk

Red-letter day, black heart
Its gonna tear you, all apart
It's so loud; can't hear you call
You and I, are gonna fall straight down

The argument over god continues
In this house
All of us stand and point our fingers
At the ground
ix. breathe me; sia

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

x. into dust; mazzy star

I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your face

It was you
breathless and torn
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
And two strangers turning into dust
Turning into dust.
xi. o death; jen titus

Oh, Death, оh Death, oh Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year

But what is this, that I cant see
with ice cold hands taking hold of me

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
who will have mercy on your soul

xii. the end's not near; band of horses

The end's not near
It's here
Spread the cheer

If you call me I won't be home
I'm hiding from the kingdom come
They can't see everything on earth
With the satellites and the roving drones

This is why hell is underground
xiii. alone down there; modest mouse

The flies, they all gather around me and you too
Well, I don't want you to be alone down there
To be alone down there, to be alone
Yeah, I don't want you to be alone down there,
To be alone down there, to be alone

xiv. the nobodies; marilyn manson

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, they'll know just who we are
xv. wrong; depeche mode

There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

xvi. light for the deadvine; people in planes

Who are you fooling?
Your heart is bleeding
Who do you think you are?

No cars facing our way
No cars, no cars
We’ll all melt away,
Like ice in your hand, your hand
My, you have grown, you were left alone
I cant help myself

Give me some recognition
Give me some light for the deadvine
xvii. bye bye bye; plants and animals

Say goodbye to before.
"Bye, bye, bye."
You are not welcome anymore.

The door's been shown to you.
"Bye, bye, bye."
But only if you go through.

You run into the night.
No sound, no vision, no sight.
And no words to explain, just smell; tints of change.
xviii. cold ground; rusty truck

They don't know what they don't see behind closed doors
Is it real or just something we have ignored
When little wings have been clipped and bound
And tied to this cold, cold, cold, cold ground
xix. into the fire; thirteen senses

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn I meet the power
This time, this time
Turning white and senses dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another

xx. the grace; neverending white lights

I'm mapping out my ending,
it's never gonna happen now
These things are condescending
with everybody backing down

I'll get back to you,
God knows I try,
but I still lose
And I get back to you,
these days run by,
but I still lose

When all this loses meaning,
You'll never want it back somehow
Awake but still I'm dreaming
And never waking up
xxi. dance on our graves; paper route

I need you now
I need you more than ever before
I know the man I am is not who I should be
The devil takes my hand says "Child come with me"
My body shivers and aches, I can't break free

We'll dance on out graves with our bodies below
We'll sing along: hallelujah

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