Tag in with your characters and then tag with songs that fit them. Explanations are always excellent. Suggesting songs you think fit other characters is also amazing.
And this is why I have decided To pull these old white sheets from my head I'll leave them folded neat and tidy So that you'll know I'm out of hiding
I've been ghosting I've been ghosting alone Ghost in the world Ghost with no home I remember I remember the days When I'd make you oh, so afraid
And this is why I have decided To leave your house and home unhaunted You don't need poltergeist for sidekicks You don't need treats and you don't need tricks
What I'm thinking is simple I'll sell apples and ice water at the temple I won't make trouble I'll pull the devil down with me one way or another
We've been running a sleepless run Been away from the baby way too long We've been holding a good night gone We've been losing our exits one by one
I'll try. I'll try, but I couldn't be better.
I'm trying to think of a way to explain this one because it's her concept song and the one I think of when I think of her. I don't know. I guess the powerlessness/sense of giving up is what does it. Just the exhaustion. Not an entirely negative exhaustion! Just exhaustion.
Even the stars sometimes fade to gray Even the stars hide away
I see the bare moon raise his big, bald head I see my friends played the fool I'll make my own way in the wide world Just now I don't want to wander too far
Say you stayed at home Alone with the flu Find out from friends That wasn't true Go out at night with your headphones on, again And walk through the Manhattan valleys of the dead
Didn't want to be your ghost Didn't want to be anyone's ghost Didn't want to be your ghost Didn't want to be anyone's ghost
But I don't want anybody else I don't want anybody else
i've got seven little dolls in a bag and i tell the dolls my troubles and the dolls say "nag! nag! nag! nag! is that all you ever do? is that all you're capable of?" and i say to the little dolls you have no compassion baby, i'm talking to inanimate objects over you i'm talking to inanimate objects over you
i started reading the bible 1 corinthians 13 where paul talks all about love but i don't know what he means because he says that love is kind that has not been my experience so i set the bible on the kitchen table and yelled at the bible til i was no longer able
Cursing the moment that saw him draw breath The ghost on your doorstep is starving to death
You spray down the windows, you wipe them all clean And you douse your old clothing with fresh gasoline And the ghost on your doorstep is soaked wet with rain And he clutches his stomach and howls at the pain
And you can stay busy all day He’s never going away
So let all the lights blaze, keep your heart light Play really loud music all hours of the night And when you set the table, set it for two The ghost on your doorstep has to eat, same as you Same as you
Bells ring in the tower, wolves howl in the hills Chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills And a rabbit gives up somewhere and a dozen hawks descend Every moment leads toward its own sad end
[...]
I am coming home to you With my own blood in my mouth And I am coming home to you If it's the last thing that I do
'tween the breadth'a your arms span I was a renaissance man, books of lies stacked either side you were my carrell
A heart of stone, rind so tough it's crazy, that's why they call me the avocado, baby
Oh it won't get better, that doesn't mean it's gonna get any worse. Your final draft's a life-long love letter, signed to the man who will be driving your hearse
Tiny bubbles hang above me. It's a sign that someone loves me. I can hardly stand upright Hit my head up on the light I have faith but don't believe you This love ain't enough to leave you.
I have only two emotions, Careful fear and dead devotion. I can't get the balance right. Throw my marbles in the fight.
Everything I love is on the table. Everything I love is out to sea.
I'm not alone, I'll never be. Into the bone, I'll never grieve.
I'm tired, I'm freezing, I'm dumb When it gets so late I forget everyone. I need somewhere to stay. Don't think anybody I know is awake. Calm down, it's alright, Keep my arms the rest of the night. When they ask what do I see, I see a bright white beautiful heaven hangin' over me.
I'm trying, but I've gone Through the glass again Just come and find me God loves everybody, don't remind me I took the medicine and I went missing Just let me hear your voice, just let me listen
All of my thoughts of you Bullets through rock and through Come apart at the seams Now I know what dying means
I am not my rosy self Left my roses on my shelf Take the wild ones, they're my favorites It's the side effects that save us
This pricey stuff makes me dizzy I guess I've always been a delicate man Takes me a day to remember a day I didn't mean to let it get so far out of hand I was a comfortable kid But I don't think about it much anymore Lay me on the table, put flowers in my mouth And we can say that we invented a summer lovin' torture party
I'm too tired to drive anywhere, anyway right now Do you care if I stay?
All my nightmares escape my head Bar the door, please don't let them in You were never supposed to leave Now my head's splitting at the seams And I don't know if I can
Goodbye my only friend Oh, did you think I meant you? That would be funny if it weren't so sad Well you have been replaced I don't need anyone now When I delete you maybe I'll stop feeling so bad
Go make some new disaster That's what I'm counting on You're someone else's problem Now I only want you gone
I've got five hundred in twenties And I've got a ton of great ideas
[...]
Parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed You were parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed You said, I think I'm like Tennessee Williams I wait for the click I wait, but it doesn't kick in
It seems like the perfect storm of self-destruction and anxiety, tbh!
Radical Face seems like it would be pretty good for Isaac since it's kind of Southern...not gothic, but something close to that. Southern Genealogical Epic??? I should know this. But anyway, I really like The Crooked Kind for Elia and Dee:
Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn But all folks are damaged goods It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how"
So, collect your scars and wear 'em well Your blood's a good an ink as any Go scratch your name into the clouds And pull 'em all... down
The thunder plays it's drum The air is heavy with the smell of storms And I sit beside my brother and I feel him shake As he laughs himself right back to sleep And I'm laughin' with him
It's a bit more abstract than some of his other songs, but the idea of identification with family/blood seemed to be a pretty large theme in their interactions, so.
I really like The Crooked Kind for Dee and Elia. Ugh, it's perfect, considering their lack of power/authority/social standing. And I feel like if all the Cosimo kids could accept each other's fuckups instead of pouncing on an opportunity to get a dig in, they'd be... a really functional family of fuckups.
I feel like Always Gold works for them too, on some levels. I mean! They definitely don't have the close knit relationship described but there's something about it that makes me think "Cosmo women -> Elia" tbh
And I was there, when you grew restless
Left in the dead of night
And I was there, when three months later
You were standing in the door all beat and tired
And I stepped aside
[...]
We were opposites at birth
I was steady as a hammer
No one worried 'cause they knew just where I'd be
And they said you were the crooked kind
And that you'd never have no worth
But you were always gold to me
And back when we were kids
We swore we knew the future
And our words would take us half way 'round the world
But I never left this town
And you never saw New York
And we ain't ever cross the sea
But I am fine with where I am now
This home is home, and all that I need
But for you, this place is shame
But you can blame me when there's no one left to blame
i know florence + the machine is overused in fsts in general and especially "rabbit heart" but it does fit evie:
Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl Frozen in the headlights It seems I've made the final sacrifice
This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice
she was such an impressionable and timid child that it's in my mind that in her bad end, she'd break and she'd come out balls out cray and something like a murderer. someday, i will think about what a good end for her would be like.
tbh bird's playlist can half be comprised of marina and the diamonds and a lot of good and bad pop with some random historical asian drama instrumental soundtracks as a backdrop.
when i am less tired, i'll probably link stuff and be more... diverse and detailed.
I already told you about Mistaken for Strangers and Cam
Maybe Get Lonely by The Mountain Goats for Iris post-Capesize?
I will rise up early and dress myself up nice And I will leave the house and check the deadlock twice And I will find a crowd and blend in for a minute And I will try to find a little comfort in it
And I will get lonely And gasp for air And send your name off from my lips Like a signal flare
And I will go downtown, stand in the shadows of the buildings And button up my coat, trying to stay strong - spirit willing And I will come back home, maybe call some friends Maybe paint some pictures, it all depends
It's a kind of dignified loneliness that's as much about being constructive and getting things done as it is about getting overwhelmed by depression, which seems to fit!
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Date: 2014-07-06 03:42 pm (UTC)mari elsa rhea dee miach nathan leonard richie OTHERS as i remember them
Elsa
Date: 2014-07-07 04:56 pm (UTC)And this is why I have decided
To pull these old white sheets from my head
I'll leave them folded neat and tidy
So that you'll know I'm out of hiding
I've been ghosting
I've been ghosting alone
Ghost in the world
Ghost with no home
I remember
I remember the days
When I'd make you oh, so afraid
And this is why I have decided
To leave your house and home unhaunted
You don't need poltergeist for sidekicks
You don't need treats and you don't need tricks
Think You Can Wait - The National
What I'm thinking is simple
I'll sell apples and ice water at the temple
I won't make trouble
I'll pull the devil down with me one way or another
We've been running a sleepless run
Been away from the baby way too long
We've been holding a good night gone
We've been losing our exits one by one
I'll try.
I'll try, but I couldn't be better.
I'm trying to think of a way to explain this one because it's her concept song and the one I think of when I think of her. I don't know. I guess the powerlessness/sense of giving up is what does it. Just the exhaustion. Not an entirely negative exhaustion! Just exhaustion.
Laughing With a Mouth of Blood - St Vincent
And I can't see the future
But I know its got big plans for me
(Oh what does it see?)
All of my old friends aren't so friendly
All of my old haunts are now all haunting me
Hideaway - The Weepies
Even the stars sometimes fade to gray
Even the stars hide away
I see the bare moon raise his big, bald head
I see my friends played the fool
I'll make my own way in the wide world
Just now I don't want to wander too far
Humiliation - The National
I survived the dinner
And the air went thinner
I retired to the briars by the pool
It gets so loud
If I die this instant
Taken from a distance
They would probably list it down
Among other things 'round town
Because what would any Elsa FST be w/o a song about crippling social anxiety?
Body Work - Tegan and Sara
I get shy in these lights
I feel my pulse doing overtime
Green Gloves - The National
Falling out of touch with all my
Friends are somewhere getting wasted
Hope they're staying glued together
I have arms for them
Take another sip of them
It floats around and takes me over
Like a little drop of ink
In a glass of water
Anyone's Ghost - The National
Say you stayed at home
Alone with the flu
Find out from friends
That wasn't true
Go out at night with your headphones on, again
And walk through the Manhattan valleys of the dead
Didn't want to be your ghost
Didn't want to be anyone's ghost
Didn't want to be your ghost
Didn't want to be anyone's ghost
But I don't want anybody else
I don't want anybody else
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Date: 2014-07-07 05:30 pm (UTC)The Doll Song - The Mountain Goats
i've got seven little dolls
in a bag
and i tell the dolls my troubles
and the dolls say "nag! nag! nag! nag!
is that all you ever do?
is that all you're capable of?"
and i say to the little dolls
you have no compassion
baby, i'm talking to inanimate objects over you
i'm talking to inanimate objects over you
i started reading the bible
1 corinthians 13
where paul talks all about love
but i don't know what he means
because he says that love is kind
that has not been my experience
so i set the bible on the kitchen table
and yelled at the bible til i was no longer able
Keeping House - The Mountain Goats
Cursing the moment that saw him draw breath
The ghost on your doorstep is starving to death
You spray down the windows, you wipe them all clean
And you douse your old clothing with fresh gasoline
And the ghost on your doorstep is soaked wet with rain
And he clutches his stomach and howls at the pain
And you can stay busy all day
He’s never going away
So let all the lights blaze, keep your heart light
Play really loud music all hours of the night
And when you set the table, set it for two
The ghost on your doorstep has to eat, same as you
Same as you
Cry for Judas - The Mountain Goats
Sad and angry, can't learn how to behave
Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave
Sax Rohmer #1 - The Mountain Goats
Bells ring in the tower, wolves howl in the hills
Chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills
And a rabbit gives up somewhere and a dozen hawks descend
Every moment leads toward its own sad end
[...]
I am coming home to you
With my own blood in my mouth
And I am coming home to you
If it's the last thing that I do
Avocado Baby - Los Campesinos!
'tween the breadth'a your arms span I was a renaissance man, books of lies stacked either side you were my carrell
A heart of stone, rind so tough it's crazy, that's why they call me the avocado, baby
Oh it won't get better, that doesn't mean it's gonna get any worse.
Your final draft's a life-long love letter, signed to the man who will be driving your hearse
Don't Swallow the Cap - The National
Tiny bubbles hang above me.
It's a sign that someone loves me.
I can hardly stand upright
Hit my head up on the light
I have faith but don't believe you
This love ain't enough to leave you.
I have only two emotions,
Careful fear and dead devotion.
I can't get the balance right.
Throw my marbles in the fight.
Everything I love is on the table.
Everything I love is out to sea.
I'm not alone,
I'll never be.
Into the bone,
I'll never grieve.
I'm tired, I'm freezing, I'm dumb
When it gets so late I forget everyone.
I need somewhere to stay.
Don't think anybody I know is awake.
Calm down, it's alright,
Keep my arms the rest of the night.
When they ask what do I see,
I see a bright white beautiful heaven hangin' over me.
Graceless - The National
I'm trying, but I've gone
Through the glass again
Just come and find me
God loves everybody, don't remind me
I took the medicine and I went missing
Just let me hear your voice, just let me listen
All of my thoughts of you
Bullets through rock and through
Come apart at the seams
Now I know what dying means
I am not my rosy self
Left my roses on my shelf
Take the wild ones, they're my favorites
It's the side effects that save us
Bus Stop Boxer - Eels
I don't miss where i came from
But each night i dream about being back home
When i wake up in the morning
I'm too tired
And tired of being alone
So i get up and go downtown
And pick me out a little piece of ground
Where i can prove something to the world
I can prove something to the world
A Life of Arctic Sounds - Modest Mouse
as long as you're gone,
i can't apologize
for all the things that i haven't said and done
Lemonworld - The National
This pricey stuff makes me dizzy
I guess I've always been a delicate man
Takes me a day to remember a day
I didn't mean to let it get so far out of hand
I was a comfortable kid
But I don't think about it much anymore
Lay me on the table, put flowers in my mouth
And we can say that we invented a summer lovin' torture party
I'm too tired to drive anywhere, anyway right now
Do you care if I stay?
(Mari/Abel)
Welcome Home - Radical Face
All my nightmares escape my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can
Want You Gone - Jonathan Coulton
Goodbye my only friend
Oh, did you think I meant you?
That would be funny
if it weren't so sad
Well you have been replaced
I don't need anyone now
When I delete you maybe
I'll stop feeling so bad
Go make some new disaster
That's what I'm counting on
You're someone else's problem
Now I only want you gone
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Date: 2014-07-06 11:12 pm (UTC)umeka penelope kim gully hyun moirine issac pearle on and on into infinity
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Date: 2014-07-07 04:11 pm (UTC)I've got five hundred in twenties
And I've got a ton of great ideas
[...]
Parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You said, I think I'm like Tennessee Williams
I wait for the click
I wait, but it doesn't kick in
It seems like the perfect storm of self-destruction and anxiety, tbh!
Radical Face seems like it would be pretty good for Isaac since it's kind of Southern...not gothic, but something close to that. Southern Genealogical Epic??? I should know this. But anyway, I really like The Crooked Kind for Elia and Dee:
Some get dealt simple hands
Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn
But all folks are damaged goods
It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how"
So, collect your scars and wear 'em well
Your blood's a good an ink as any
Go scratch your name into the clouds
And pull 'em all... down
The thunder plays it's drum
The air is heavy with the smell of storms
And I sit beside my brother and I feel him shake
As he laughs himself right back to sleep
And I'm laughin' with him
It's a bit more abstract than some of his other songs, but the idea of identification with family/blood seemed to be a pretty large theme in their interactions, so.
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Date: 2014-07-09 12:22 am (UTC)Still gotta listen to the m/m one.
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Date: 2014-07-09 06:54 am (UTC)I feel like Always Gold works for them too, on some levels. I mean! They definitely don't have the close knit relationship described but there's something about it that makes me think "Cosmo women -> Elia" tbh
And I was there, when you grew restless Left in the dead of night And I was there, when three months later You were standing in the door all beat and tired And I stepped aside
[...]
We were opposites at birth I was steady as a hammer No one worried 'cause they knew just where I'd be And they said you were the crooked kind And that you'd never have no worth But you were always gold to me
And back when we were kids We swore we knew the future And our words would take us half way 'round the world But I never left this town And you never saw New York And we ain't ever cross the sea
But I am fine with where I am now This home is home, and all that I need But for you, this place is shame But you can blame me when there's no one left to blame
Oh I don't mind
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Date: 2014-07-12 03:58 am (UTC)you know my characters!!! (cam, lucia, evie, emma, iris, ava, etc.)
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Date: 2014-07-12 04:08 am (UTC)she was such an impressionable and timid child that it's in my mind that in her bad end, she'd break and she'd come out balls out cray and something like a murderer. someday, i will think about what a good end for her would be like.
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Date: 2014-07-12 04:13 am (UTC)when i am less tired, i'll probably link stuff and be more... diverse and detailed.
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Date: 2014-07-13 03:25 pm (UTC)Maybe Get Lonely by The Mountain Goats for Iris post-Capesize?
I will rise up early and dress myself up nice
And I will leave the house and check the deadlock twice
And I will find a crowd and blend in for a minute
And I will try to find a little comfort in it
And I will get lonely
And gasp for air
And send your name off from my lips
Like a signal flare
And I will go downtown, stand in the shadows of the buildings
And button up my coat, trying to stay strong - spirit willing
And I will come back home, maybe call some friends
Maybe paint some pictures, it all depends
It's a kind of dignified loneliness that's as much about being constructive and getting things done as it is about getting overwhelmed by depression, which seems to fit!
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Date: 2014-07-14 01:08 am (UTC)you are great at this, green.
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Date: 2014-07-23 12:05 am (UTC)ooh! and tegan and sara - you wouldn't like me for bird and tiger.