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obliviousally_lj♫ Neko Case - Furnace Room Lullaby
All night, all I hear, all I hear's your heart
How come, how come
I twisted you over and under to take you
The coals went so wild as they swallowed the rest
I twisted you under and under to break you
I just couldn't breathe with your throne on my chest
All night, all I hear, all I hear's your heart
How come, how come
So far under the bed
Into the beams you've gone
I've gone, you've gone
I'm wrapped in the depths of these deeds that have made me
I can't bring a sound from my head though I try
I can't seem to find my way up from the basement
A demon holds my place on earth 'till I die
All night, all I hear, all I hear's your heart
How come, how come
So far under the bed
Into the beams you've gone
I've gone, you've gone
All night, all I hear, all I hear's your heart
♫ Laura Marling - Ghosts (ANGIE FOR YOU!)
He walked down a busy street
Staring solely at his feet
Clutching pictures of past lovers at his side
Sat at the table where she sat
And removed his hat
In respect of her presence
Presents her with the pictures and says
‘These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.
These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you’
He opened up his little heart
Unlocked the lock that kept it dark
And read a written warning
Saying ‘I’m still mourning
Over ghosts
Over ghosts
Over ghosts
Over ghosts that broke my heart before I met you’
Lover, please do not
Fall to your knees
It’s not
Like I believe in
Everlasting love
Lover, please do not
Fall to your knees
It’s not
Like I believe in
Everlasting love
He says ‘I’m so lost,
Not at all well’
Do as though there is nothing left to be
Turned out I’d been following him and he’d been following me
Do as though after it was over
We were just two lovers crying on each others shoulders
He’d gone crazy at nineteen
Said he’d lost all his self esteem
And couldn’t understand why he was crying
He would stare at empty chairs
Think of the ghosts that once sat there
The ghosts who broke his heart.
All the ghosts that broke my heart
The ghosts that broke his heart
All the ghosts that broke my heart
the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts
The ghosts that broke my heart before I met you
Lover, please do not
Fall to your knees
It’s not
Like I believe in
Everlasting love
Lover, please deny
Fall to your knees
It’s not
Like I ever believed in
Everlasting love
He says ‘I’m so lost,
Not at all well’
Do as though there is nothing left to be
Turned out I’d been following him and he’d been following me
Do as though after it was over
We were just two lovers crying on each others shoulders
Do as though there is nothing left to be
Turned out that I’d been following him and he’d been following me
Do as though after it was over
We were just two lovers crying on each others shoulders
Lover please do not
Fall to your knees
It’s not
Like I believe in
Everlasting love
♫ Elsinore - Cannonballs (a Poe/Ryan song)
If I came a knockin' at your door, I would stand up straight.
And I would tap a friendly two or three, remember what to say.
And I would run my words in my head, right ‘em on my hand.
And I would smile a toothful grin at you, and be a truthful man.
Oh and can you settle me down?
Fill my holes with brick and mortar.
Sew me seamless, just a scar of all the things I have done wrong.
Darling won't you hold me close, I'm cold tonight.
I am shooting cannonballs into the night.
All that I can do is hope I've aimed them right.
And I'm sorry that my heart turned colors on you.
If I broke a nervous web, darling could you tell?
‘Cause I have tossed a coin or two in the wishing well.
But I might seem collected and calm, look you in the eye.
And if my voice cracks, well you know why
Oh and can you settle me down?
Put my pieces back in order.
Knock me senseless, just a scar of all the things I have done wrong.
Darling won't you hold me close, I'm cold tonight.
I am shooting cannonballs into the night.
All that I can do is hope I've aimed them right.
And I'm sorry that my heart turned colors on you.
Darling won't you hold me close I'm cold tonight,
I am shooting cannonballs into the night,
All that I can do is hope I've aimed them right.
And I'm sorry that my heart turned colors,
Sorry that I put that weight,
Sorry that I turned my back on you.
♫ Johnny Flynn - The Wrote & The Writ
They're taking pictures of the man from God
I hope his cassock's clean
The burden of being our holy fellas
Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam
What of all those wayward priests?
The ones who like to drink
Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine
Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink
You wrote me oh so many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from you
The weight of all those willing words
I carried all alone
You wouldn't put your pen to bed
When we hadn't found our own, our own
Your sentences rose high at night
And circled round my head
The circle's since been broken
Like the priest before me is breaking bread
I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ
And soon I'll eat his flesh
I'm alone again before the altar
Shedding all my old regrets
The last of which I'll tell you now
As it flies down the sink
I never knew a part of you
You didn't set in ink, in ink
The letters that you left behind
No longer shall I read
Your blood's between the pages
And I can't stand to see you bleed
And I'll soon forget what was never there
Your words are ash and dust
All that's left is the song I've sung
The breath I've taken and the one I must
If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ
People of letters your warning stands clear
Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit
Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear
FFS
Going back 375 entries on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanmix under the Supernatural tag (because after that it defaults to day view)...out of those 375 entries there are:
- 95 solo fanmixes
- 67 general fanmixes (either the show in general, a theme or a specific episode)
- 25 heterosexual mixes (not counting crossover mixes)
Everything else? Sam/Dean, Sam/Castiel, Sam or Dean slash some other random male character or threesomes with Sam and Dean. And this tiny, tiny handful of femslash mixes (Anna/Ruby, Ruby/Bela, Jo/Jess). And, weirdly enough, a few Dean/Ruby (SOMEONE EXPLAIN THAT LOGIC TO ME) mixes. HEY WHERE'S THE MIXES FOR BOBBY? HUH? IS BOBBY NOT COOL ENOUGH FOR YOU GUYS? OR PAMELA?? There was a Trickster mix as well as an Azrael mix. So go figure.
God, that's so, so, SO sad.
WHY SO MUCH GAY, SPN FANDOM?
BUT I FOUND DEAN/ANNA MIXES. AND DEAN/JO MIXES. AND ANNA/CASTIEL MIXES. SO THAT'S PRETTY COOL.
We went out to Angie's this weekend because he computer pretty much crashed and burned and she needed my HALP.
I spent, no shit, at least twenty hours fixing it. It was giving a blue screen on bootup and I couldn't even boot into safe mode. So I had to spend time burning stuff onto disc from TJ's laptop to try on her computer. Everything from drivers to, what eventually made progress, booting up past Windows with Puppy Linux (which, oh my god, was a lifesaver). Eventually, I got her stuff backed up and I reformatted the OS partition and did a fresh install of XP.
Three times.
I accidentally did a parallel install and then things weren't working quite right on the newer install, so I just did a proper (not quick) format and everything is dandy now!
I felt pretty accomplished.
We had taken the 360 so we could watch Supernatural with Angie, but I forgot the TV cable. DURP. But we ended up watching gag reels for Supernatural (because they're pretty much spoiler-less) and FRUITHAT. Also, the Top 100 Song of the 90s which just made me feel OLD and NOSTALGIC.
We also did retarded headpeople stuff because we're fuckin' awesome.
Now, TJ and I are fighting. Pfft. Go figure. It's been awhile though, was probably coming anyhow.
All night, all I hear, all I hear's your heart
How come, how come
I twisted you over and under to take you
The coals went so wild as they swallowed the rest
I twisted you under and under to break you
I just couldn't breathe with your throne on my chest
All night, all I hear, all I hear's your heart
How come, how come
So far under the bed
Into the beams you've gone
I've gone, you've gone
I'm wrapped in the depths of these deeds that have made me
I can't bring a sound from my head though I try
I can't seem to find my way up from the basement
A demon holds my place on earth 'till I die
All night, all I hear, all I hear's your heart
How come, how come
So far under the bed
Into the beams you've gone
I've gone, you've gone
All night, all I hear, all I hear's your heart
♫ Laura Marling - Ghosts (ANGIE FOR YOU!)
He walked down a busy street
Staring solely at his feet
Clutching pictures of past lovers at his side
Sat at the table where she sat
And removed his hat
In respect of her presence
Presents her with the pictures and says
‘These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.
These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you’
He opened up his little heart
Unlocked the lock that kept it dark
And read a written warning
Saying ‘I’m still mourning
Over ghosts
Over ghosts
Over ghosts
Over ghosts that broke my heart before I met you’
Lover, please do not
Fall to your knees
It’s not
Like I believe in
Everlasting love
Lover, please do not
Fall to your knees
It’s not
Like I believe in
Everlasting love
He says ‘I’m so lost,
Not at all well’
Do as though there is nothing left to be
Turned out I’d been following him and he’d been following me
Do as though after it was over
We were just two lovers crying on each others shoulders
He’d gone crazy at nineteen
Said he’d lost all his self esteem
And couldn’t understand why he was crying
He would stare at empty chairs
Think of the ghosts that once sat there
The ghosts who broke his heart.
All the ghosts that broke my heart
The ghosts that broke his heart
All the ghosts that broke my heart
the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts
The ghosts that broke my heart before I met you
Lover, please do not
Fall to your knees
It’s not
Like I believe in
Everlasting love
Lover, please deny
Fall to your knees
It’s not
Like I ever believed in
Everlasting love
He says ‘I’m so lost,
Not at all well’
Do as though there is nothing left to be
Turned out I’d been following him and he’d been following me
Do as though after it was over
We were just two lovers crying on each others shoulders
Do as though there is nothing left to be
Turned out that I’d been following him and he’d been following me
Do as though after it was over
We were just two lovers crying on each others shoulders
Lover please do not
Fall to your knees
It’s not
Like I believe in
Everlasting love
♫ Elsinore - Cannonballs (a Poe/Ryan song)
If I came a knockin' at your door, I would stand up straight.
And I would tap a friendly two or three, remember what to say.
And I would run my words in my head, right ‘em on my hand.
And I would smile a toothful grin at you, and be a truthful man.
Oh and can you settle me down?
Fill my holes with brick and mortar.
Sew me seamless, just a scar of all the things I have done wrong.
Darling won't you hold me close, I'm cold tonight.
I am shooting cannonballs into the night.
All that I can do is hope I've aimed them right.
And I'm sorry that my heart turned colors on you.
If I broke a nervous web, darling could you tell?
‘Cause I have tossed a coin or two in the wishing well.
But I might seem collected and calm, look you in the eye.
And if my voice cracks, well you know why
Oh and can you settle me down?
Put my pieces back in order.
Knock me senseless, just a scar of all the things I have done wrong.
Darling won't you hold me close, I'm cold tonight.
I am shooting cannonballs into the night.
All that I can do is hope I've aimed them right.
And I'm sorry that my heart turned colors on you.
Darling won't you hold me close I'm cold tonight,
I am shooting cannonballs into the night,
All that I can do is hope I've aimed them right.
And I'm sorry that my heart turned colors,
Sorry that I put that weight,
Sorry that I turned my back on you.
♫ Johnny Flynn - The Wrote & The Writ
They're taking pictures of the man from God
I hope his cassock's clean
The burden of being our holy fellas
Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam
What of all those wayward priests?
The ones who like to drink
Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine
Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink
You wrote me oh so many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from you
The weight of all those willing words
I carried all alone
You wouldn't put your pen to bed
When we hadn't found our own, our own
Your sentences rose high at night
And circled round my head
The circle's since been broken
Like the priest before me is breaking bread
I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ
And soon I'll eat his flesh
I'm alone again before the altar
Shedding all my old regrets
The last of which I'll tell you now
As it flies down the sink
I never knew a part of you
You didn't set in ink, in ink
The letters that you left behind
No longer shall I read
Your blood's between the pages
And I can't stand to see you bleed
And I'll soon forget what was never there
Your words are ash and dust
All that's left is the song I've sung
The breath I've taken and the one I must
If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ
People of letters your warning stands clear
Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit
Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear
FFS
Going back 375 entries on
fanmix under the Supernatural tag (because after that it defaults to day view)...out of those 375 entries there are:- 95 solo fanmixes
- 67 general fanmixes (either the show in general, a theme or a specific episode)
- 25 heterosexual mixes (not counting crossover mixes)
Everything else? Sam/Dean, Sam/Castiel, Sam or Dean slash some other random male character or threesomes with Sam and Dean. And this tiny, tiny handful of femslash mixes (Anna/Ruby, Ruby/Bela, Jo/Jess). And, weirdly enough, a few Dean/Ruby (SOMEONE EXPLAIN THAT LOGIC TO ME) mixes. HEY WHERE'S THE MIXES FOR BOBBY? HUH? IS BOBBY NOT COOL ENOUGH FOR YOU GUYS? OR PAMELA?? There was a Trickster mix as well as an Azrael mix. So go figure.
God, that's so, so, SO sad.
WHY SO MUCH GAY, SPN FANDOM?
BUT I FOUND DEAN/ANNA MIXES. AND DEAN/JO MIXES. AND ANNA/CASTIEL MIXES. SO THAT'S PRETTY COOL.
We went out to Angie's this weekend because he computer pretty much crashed and burned and she needed my HALP.
I spent, no shit, at least twenty hours fixing it. It was giving a blue screen on bootup and I couldn't even boot into safe mode. So I had to spend time burning stuff onto disc from TJ's laptop to try on her computer. Everything from drivers to, what eventually made progress, booting up past Windows with Puppy Linux (which, oh my god, was a lifesaver). Eventually, I got her stuff backed up and I reformatted the OS partition and did a fresh install of XP.
Three times.
I accidentally did a parallel install and then things weren't working quite right on the newer install, so I just did a proper (not quick) format and everything is dandy now!
I felt pretty accomplished.
We had taken the 360 so we could watch Supernatural with Angie, but I forgot the TV cable. DURP. But we ended up watching gag reels for Supernatural (because they're pretty much spoiler-less) and FRUITHAT. Also, the Top 100 Song of the 90s which just made me feel OLD and NOSTALGIC.
We also did retarded headpeople stuff because we're fuckin' awesome.
Now, TJ and I are fighting. Pfft. Go figure. It's been awhile though, was probably coming anyhow.
