REPEAT AND REPEAT AND REPEAT | a fanmix for ivyblossom’s “the quiet man”
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01. We Will Become Silhouettes | The Postal Service
{ and i’m screaming at the top of my lungs | pretending the echoes belong to someone | someone i used to know }“John.” It’s his voice, it’s perfect. I have started to forget what he sounded like. I have no recordings. Nothing. Except for this, playing on a loop in my head: my name. I can hear it.
02. Tonight You Belong To Me | The Bird and the Bee
{ my honey, i know, i know | with the dawn | that you will be gone | but tonight you belong to me }I can rewind it, though. Go back before, linger there instead. Sit in stasis for as long as I want. You, and breakfast. For as long as I want.
03. December | Official Secrets Act
{ the words have never come easily | can’t i be free? | i choose to freeze }“I’ll make you some tea.” That’s what I said. That’s what I’ll always say.
I got out of bed. I left you there. So that’s what I do. I put my feet on the floor. It’s cold. You’re so warm. This is the hardest thing I’ll ever do.
“This isn’t fair.” That’s what you said then. And that’s what you say now.
No. It isn’t. It isn’t fair at all.04. Possibility | Lykke Li
{ there’s a possibility | all that i had is all i’m gonn’ get }You pull me against you, and I cry like a child. We fit together like we were built to. But we weren’t. We weren’t.
05. Keep Breathing | Ingrid Michaelson
{ i want to change the world | instead i sleep | i want to believe in more than you and me }“John.”
Don’t stop. Just. Don’t.
Christ.
All I can hear is my own breathing. That’s all there is.06. Transatlanticism | Death Cab For Cutie
{ the rhythm of my footsteps crossing floodlands to your door have been silenced forever more | the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row | it seems farther than ever before }It’s cold. Sherlock? Where did you go? You’ve gone. You’ve vanished.
What happened?
You died. I forgot for a moment there. You died. The water’s coming in. It’s cold.07. The Season | The Dodos
{ i go back to where it all began | and i was yours | and you were mine | things seem so soon to say goodbye | i hope you’re well as i am fine | i keep to myself where i go, where i lie }“I’ll be fine.”
“We’ll both be fine.” That’s a lie, though. It’s a lie. You’re gone, and I’m as far from fine as I’ve ever been.08. Little Talks | Of Monsters and Men
{ there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back | well, tell her that i miss our little talks }I think I’m going mad when you talk to me in my head, but I miss you when you don’t.
Well. I’ll put the kettle on, then.09. My Manic & I | Laura Marling
{ he greets me with kisses | when good days deceive him | and sometimes with scorn | and sometimes i believe him }Were you waiting for me to figure it out? Did you want this?
“No, not at all,” you say against my lips. “Of course not. Yes, of course I did. Obviously.”
Always riddles with you now.10. The Chain | Ingrid Michaelson
{ so glide away on soapy heels | and promise not to promise anymore | and if you come around again | then i will take, then i will take | the chain from off the door }You can read my tone of voice. You know I’ve forgiven you. You know I believe you. You’d die before you let anything happen to me, I believe it. You’d die first.
You did die first.