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we're two parties, two parties ending

So in the past day or so, my life has got weird.

Or maybe it's the past—oh—several months?

My point is—I recently wrote 7k of A Thing for the weirdo project that Emma and I concocted back in February (if you remember hearing stirrings of Boarding School Magic, um, it was that one), for which I have been writing backstory, rather than narrative proper, for months now. I have, at this point, written almost 15k of backstory. For the antagonists. (GLORIOUS SELFISH HUMAN BEINGS HAVING SEX AND FEELING FEELINGS AND DOING MAGIC AND BEING FUCKED OVER BY PRETEXTS OF DEMONOLOGY. I JUST, I LIKE THEM A LOT.) Which I will never be able to use for anything ever.

And yet?

Well, anyway, my laptop died midway through my writing on the train, and I was so abject and distracted that I couldn't even read. So instead I made a mix. And I have brought it to share.

So: here, have a mix about magical hedonism and Faustian bargains.

(Cover art © vega_ofthe_lyre, aider and abetter bar none.)


blank slate • the national
gonna tackle young girls off their beautiful bikes
but i keep it upstairs

oh no, i thought i'd be by now
my head is a buzzing three-star hotel, oh no
but i keep it upstairs
i keep it upstairs for the grand finale
i keep it upstairs
gonna be a blank slate, gonna wear a white cape
but I keep it upstairs
bloodbeat • patrick wolf
no need for comfort
no need for light
i am hunting for secrets tonight
eat the sorrow lick the spark
uh oh my blood beats dark

last day of magic • the kills
there's only so much you can hide
before i corner you
last day of magic
put a hole right through
the eye of the storm
in a single room
my little tornado
my little hurricano
what starry eyes know (two door cinema club vs. ellie goulding) • neon hitch
i can tell just what you want:
you don't want to be alone

take me in, and throw out
my heart, and get a new one
next thing, we're touching
you look at me; it's like you hit me with lightning

body below • mirah
there's a story i could tell
when the cold wind starts to blow
like a whisper in the night
from a friend that you know
it says "keep holding on
to my body below
forsake me not,
don't ever leave me alone"
a bite out of my bed • the new pornographers
i must have brought the weather back with me
soaked us 'til we're see-through and dripping
now early every morning I come to
somebody took a bite out of my bed: you

skin is, my • andrew bird

where the air is tight
there's time spent
resting on her bones
waiting for the telephone to ring

my skin is
cold as her toes on the bathroom floor
run back to bed and slam the door
oh what a lovely sound
oh how it shakes the ground
slow hands • interpol
i might stop and look upon your face
disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
see the living that surrounds me
dissipate in a violent place

blackout • anna calvi
oh, blackout, i gotta know where you're from
what are you trying to tell me i don't know
oh, blackout, now this moment has come, here in the dark
i could be anyone—
time stands still but I feel you by my side
but even this moment is running out of time

the devil never sleeps • iron & wine
changing her face like a shadow on the gravel
this is what she said
(blood on my chin still chewing on a red rose)
no one lives forever
and the devil never sleeps alone

conscience killer • black rebel motorcycle club
i'm a red-blooded sickness
there was no way around it
i'm a fine line teaser, never been nothing but a cheater
i'm a son of the night, give a little room and i'll spit in your eye
because it don't mean all that much, does it, for we never really had a choice

first we take manhattan (leonard cohen cover) • r.e.m.
i'm guided by a signal in the heavens
i'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
i'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
first we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

i'd really like to live beside you, baby
i love your body and your spirit and your clothes
but you see that line there moving through the station?
i told you, i told you, i told you: i was one of those
 


(Why not, right. Call it apology for making weird cryptic comments about my original stuff all the time.)
Tags: mixes, situation, words words words, wrongheaded priorities
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