Thus, mix (which is surprisingly sonically coherent for being made by me—that never happens! It skews toward, well, LADY ROBOTS, because—tada!—that also happens to be something of a musical genre).


passive attraction, programmed reaction
action distraction, more information
flesh saturation, lips on a napkin
it's time
you are light
i guess you are afraid of what everyone is made of
i feel the crimson on my lips
now my stomach is lined with gold
i'm broken hearted but my beat's in time
my heart is nuclear
love is all that i feel
i'm turning radioactive
BEDROOM HYMNS; florence & the machine
sweating out confessions, the undone and the divine
this is his body, this is his love
such selfish prayers and I can't enough
the rosary her lips and tongue
she is the centrifuge that throws the spires from the sun
TIME OF THE ASSASSINS; charlotte gainsbourg
in the time of the assassins
they say hallelujah
it doesn't take a miracle to raise a heart from the dead
in the end, i saw you: visions of something i wasn't used to
and i let it all go, in my heart, in my body
and it all was going to come around
CALENDAR GIRL; stars
calendar girl who is lost to the world, stay alive
calendar girl who's in love with the world
stay alive
HALLELUJAH; thao & mirah
we don't want to be the currency gets spent on war
and then come home wondering what was it all for
that's no way to sing hallelujah
no facing this all on my own
'cause you taste the blast and it shook your bones
we survived nuclear seasons.