SPN Winchester Fanmix

Jun 20, 2011 16:37

Oh my lord, this is actually the first time I've posted something not DW-oriented in my journal. I don't even have an icon for this fandom! Buffy staked Edward is the most appropriate thing I could find. (Because of Live Free or Twihard? C'mon, close enough.)

SO! In celebration of my FINALLY reaching the end of Supernatural - yes, I watched all six seasons for the first time over the last month - I've made a delightfully Winchester-y fanmix. Yaytimes.

Intended to be gen - but some of the songs can be easily interpreted in a slashy way if that floats your boat. :P

Meet me in an hour, at the car.
Songs for the Winchesters.






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Laura Marling
Devil's Spoke

I might be a part of this,
a ripple on water from a lonesome drip,
a fallen tree that witness me.
I'm alone him and me.

And life itself could not aspire
to have someone be so admired,
I threw creation to my king.
A silence broken by a whispered wind.

All of this can be broken.
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground.

PJ Harvey
This Wicked Tongue

This wicked tongue says
God is a million miles away.
This wicked tongue says
he can't see my day to day.

The Veils
Jesus for the Jugular

How do you preach the word if you don't know how to read?
Will they hold your soul once you sign the deed?
Would the sun still rise if there was no-one around?
Would the fox be as quick if it hadn't it's hound?

Let him go,
let him go,
let him go from me.

Amanda Palmer
Have to Drive

You learn to drive.
It's only natural, dear.
We drive all night.
We haven't slept in years.

We suffer mornings most of all,
we saw you lying in the road.
We tried to dig a decent grave
but it's still no way to behave.

Deerhoof
Hallelujah Chorus

Massive Attack
Pray for Rain

In deepest hollow of our minds,
a system failure left behind.
Dull residue of what once was,
a shattered cloud of swirling doves.

And their eyes changed
as they learned to see through flames.
And their necks craned
as they prayed for rain.

Tom Waits
Sins of My Father

Birds cry warning from a hidden branch,
carving out the future with a gun and an axe.
I'm way beyond the gavel and the laws of man
still living the in the palm of the grace of your hand.

winchesters, spn, supernatural, fanmix

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