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This is my first attempt at a fanmix, or ficmix, or anything of the mixy kind, and, it's for Flowers in the Attic, who has so many lovely songs, but no one to push them forward (that I've seen fanmixes for at least).
So here goes.
Regina Spektor || Music Box
But life inside the music box ain't easy
the malots hit the gears are always turning
and everyone inside the mechanism
is yearning
to get out
and sing another melody completely
She spins, softly, - the melody long ago etched into her skin, her bones, rising and falling with her breathing, twisting and turning with every intricate move she makes.
She knows this melody well - she’s turned to it every day of her life, and now she’s twisting, twisting for survival, for escape.
She vaguely remembers when she twisted, no, danced in the daylight - when the steps were new and free from restraint. When they were beautiful,
- alive.
She sighs softly - a musical note, as she twists and turns in the darkness, with dreams of dancing and freedom, and him.
--
Azure Ray || Beautiful Things Come From the Dark
Someone else’s boy, though your life has been short,
You’ve seen more pain than most of us know,
If you make it through this, vacuum up the mess,
Smile to yourself, lying on your nice new clean floor
He creeps into shadow when he sees her too-old eyes cloud over with gone. He knows it’s safe to watch now, without fear of knowing eyes - what he doesn’t know is she sees him too, deep within the darkness. He hides in dark hair and arrogance.
She’s almost fooled.
She spins for him, tugging at heartstrings, pulling closer, closer, with every pirouette until he won’t let go - her twirls become his oxygen.
She cries in threes, one for each, and promises to shadows - He’ll grow to be someone else’s boy.
It’s too late - He only wants to be hers.
--
Damien Rice || Accidental Babies
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done //
But do you really feel alive without me?
She still blames her, the mother, for pushing them together - for dusty mattresses resurfacing in every syllable and tear.
He thanks her for it, for each kiss he conquers, and each dance dipped in attic-eyes.
But the attic-eyes are gone.
His bitterness is poison against his lips, as it falls in torrents of you were mine first. Fending it off has become second nature, and Julian is the only excuse she has left.
She believes it cannot be - most of the time. But at night she smells of old mattress, and he’s watching in the shadow of her eyes.
--
Imogen Heap || Speeding Cars
Now now darling
oh don't lose your head
cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you yeah //
It’s okay by me… it was a long time ago.
He watches silently - gazing at her through the mirror as she takes one final look at herself, blonde hair - coated in white, and lace, and wedding bells. Her glowing eyes meet his in reflected glass and dim, her smile fading.
Don’t Chris, please.
He offers the only smile he can - half there, broken, and whispers that he’s sorry, so very sorry. Her eyes slip away.
Do you remember, he murmurs, hand dancing softly across golden hair.
She’s silent - the air is heavy, and she draws it in, every last drop - it was a long time ago.
She’s gone from him then.
--
The Fray || Hundred
Cause we have spoken everything
Everything short of I love you //
And who's to say it's wrong
And who's to say that it's not right
His hand drapes lazily across her waist, the small diamond of her engagement ring dancing in the afternoon light.
He tries to ignore it.
The world is silent, all but the rustling of distant paper flowers, dying slowly as they age, as their makers begin to live with each new day - they have faded into memories, and now there is nothing, nothing but them, and now, and a whispered always.
She thinks its okay, really, if it’s just always, and forever - love has faded from their lips, left buried in purple grass and musty mattresses.
It’s all right that way, almost.
--
Leona Naess || Ballerina
It was so foolish of me
To feel you crashing down
Into the empty world
The music stops
I want to rescue want to scream out loud
That you will always be mine
Her curves almost shine in the afternoon light, as she looks, closely, fingers trailing against milky skin, and eyes following closely behind. Blue eyes, soft eyes - four of them.
She does not see.
He feels his heart beat faster, faster, faster to the rhythm she has spun, and he knows the way (first one foot, then the other), just step by step to her side, to touch her, explore her, show her the way.
It’s only a few steps (the door opens).
He watches her fall faster and faster until it’s too late to pull her back.
So he follows.
--
Regina Spektor || Braille
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along //
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
what's written in Braille upon my skin...
They could tell you the day she died - the time she died, the reason she died, it was all mapped out, she died because he was gone.
When Christopher died, so did she.
She was empty, just a body - her mind, her soul, her heart, they were all dancing in heavens of purple grass and paper flowers.
She’d spent hours, minutes, years, always, searching for who she was, and finding only who she was not. When he leaves, she finds it written plainly upon every inch of skin, every bone of her body (as the melody once was).
She was him.
--
Even if you don't follow the series, or the ship, these songs are incredibly moving.
Download the mix here.
If you're just after an individual song, let me know and I'll upload it for you.
So here goes.
Regina Spektor || Music Box
But life inside the music box ain't easy
the malots hit the gears are always turning
and everyone inside the mechanism
is yearning
to get out
and sing another melody completely
She spins, softly, - the melody long ago etched into her skin, her bones, rising and falling with her breathing, twisting and turning with every intricate move she makes.
She knows this melody well - she’s turned to it every day of her life, and now she’s twisting, twisting for survival, for escape.
She vaguely remembers when she twisted, no, danced in the daylight - when the steps were new and free from restraint. When they were beautiful,
- alive.
She sighs softly - a musical note, as she twists and turns in the darkness, with dreams of dancing and freedom, and him.
--
Azure Ray || Beautiful Things Come From the Dark
Someone else’s boy, though your life has been short,
You’ve seen more pain than most of us know,
If you make it through this, vacuum up the mess,
Smile to yourself, lying on your nice new clean floor
He creeps into shadow when he sees her too-old eyes cloud over with gone. He knows it’s safe to watch now, without fear of knowing eyes - what he doesn’t know is she sees him too, deep within the darkness. He hides in dark hair and arrogance.
She’s almost fooled.
She spins for him, tugging at heartstrings, pulling closer, closer, with every pirouette until he won’t let go - her twirls become his oxygen.
She cries in threes, one for each, and promises to shadows - He’ll grow to be someone else’s boy.
It’s too late - He only wants to be hers.
--
Damien Rice || Accidental Babies
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done //
But do you really feel alive without me?
She still blames her, the mother, for pushing them together - for dusty mattresses resurfacing in every syllable and tear.
He thanks her for it, for each kiss he conquers, and each dance dipped in attic-eyes.
But the attic-eyes are gone.
His bitterness is poison against his lips, as it falls in torrents of you were mine first. Fending it off has become second nature, and Julian is the only excuse she has left.
She believes it cannot be - most of the time. But at night she smells of old mattress, and he’s watching in the shadow of her eyes.
--
Imogen Heap || Speeding Cars
Now now darling
oh don't lose your head
cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you yeah //
It’s okay by me… it was a long time ago.
He watches silently - gazing at her through the mirror as she takes one final look at herself, blonde hair - coated in white, and lace, and wedding bells. Her glowing eyes meet his in reflected glass and dim, her smile fading.
Don’t Chris, please.
He offers the only smile he can - half there, broken, and whispers that he’s sorry, so very sorry. Her eyes slip away.
Do you remember, he murmurs, hand dancing softly across golden hair.
She’s silent - the air is heavy, and she draws it in, every last drop - it was a long time ago.
She’s gone from him then.
--
The Fray || Hundred
Cause we have spoken everything
Everything short of I love you //
And who's to say it's wrong
And who's to say that it's not right
His hand drapes lazily across her waist, the small diamond of her engagement ring dancing in the afternoon light.
He tries to ignore it.
The world is silent, all but the rustling of distant paper flowers, dying slowly as they age, as their makers begin to live with each new day - they have faded into memories, and now there is nothing, nothing but them, and now, and a whispered always.
She thinks its okay, really, if it’s just always, and forever - love has faded from their lips, left buried in purple grass and musty mattresses.
It’s all right that way, almost.
--
Leona Naess || Ballerina
It was so foolish of me
To feel you crashing down
Into the empty world
The music stops
I want to rescue want to scream out loud
That you will always be mine
Her curves almost shine in the afternoon light, as she looks, closely, fingers trailing against milky skin, and eyes following closely behind. Blue eyes, soft eyes - four of them.
She does not see.
He feels his heart beat faster, faster, faster to the rhythm she has spun, and he knows the way (first one foot, then the other), just step by step to her side, to touch her, explore her, show her the way.
It’s only a few steps (the door opens).
He watches her fall faster and faster until it’s too late to pull her back.
So he follows.
--
Regina Spektor || Braille
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along //
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
what's written in Braille upon my skin...
They could tell you the day she died - the time she died, the reason she died, it was all mapped out, she died because he was gone.
When Christopher died, so did she.
She was empty, just a body - her mind, her soul, her heart, they were all dancing in heavens of purple grass and paper flowers.
She’d spent hours, minutes, years, always, searching for who she was, and finding only who she was not. When he leaves, she finds it written plainly upon every inch of skin, every bone of her body (as the melody once was).
She was him.
--
Even if you don't follow the series, or the ship, these songs are incredibly moving.
Download the mix here.
If you're just after an individual song, let me know and I'll upload it for you.