fanmix: this is a war we can't win
Title: This Is A War We Can't Win
Format: fanmix
Subject: Dean's season 7 head space
Length: 30:10
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. red at night - the gaslight anthem
I was born in a town where the rivers flow free on a January night when the cold winds freeze. I got an Irish name and an injury, a blessing and a curse cast down on me. Ain't nobody got the blues like me.
. trouble breathing - alkaline trio
You told me that you want to die. I said I've been there myself more than a few times, and I go back every once in a while. You called me lucky. You said tonight is a wonderful night to die. I asked you how you could tell, you told me to look at the sky. “Look at all those stars. Look at how goddamn ugly the stars are.” You told me that the daylight burned you, and that the sunrise was enough to kill you. I said, “maybe you're a vampire.” You said, “it's quite possible, I feel truly dead inside.”
. the la-z-boy 500 - the falcon
All the vultures are circling overhead, nobody’s crying cause we're all already dead. I sold my days off, now I sit around like every other worthless face living in this town. Your jesus he cannot save you this time. Your precious savior is laughing while you die. When the bell tolls, I'll be fine. They say that living is a lot like dying.
. what are you willing to lose? - lucero
So what if all my heroes are the losing kind? We ended up with nothing, but we put up a fight, and most of it was choices we never asked to choose. The rest of it was luck and now we're out of that too. I spent every dollar just to try and earn a dime. In these loosing fights I'm just the loosing kind. So we keep on, no one else to blame, going down in flames.
. planning my death - bomb the music industry!
I've been planning my death, 'cause I wanna have a really good death. I want heroism, mystery and courage. Does anybody think about these things? Because every time I lay down recently I've been overcome by nightmares filled with stabbings, guns and flames. I'm disappearing, no one's saving me. I'm running to the undertow 'cause it's inviting, not responding, I'm in hiding, fighting off myself.
. four score and seven - titus andronicus
This is a war we can’t win. After ten thousand years, it’s still us against them, and my heroes have always died at the end. So who’s going to account for these sins? And I don’t know who here is my friend. Well, I’m certain that I’ve seen uglier men, but Christ, fuck me if I can remember when. Will I never be lonely again? Olden times are returning once more, as six dark-winged devils line up at my door. Each one is more evil than that which came before. Seven angels find me spread across the floor.
. through to me - cheap girls
Feeling's not quite the word. My eyes are dead giveaways of how I spent today - emptying my pockets on countertops of all the bars on the streets and blocks. Cigarettes and sleeping pills - and I wash it all down with black coffee. Another working night with nonstop planning - what's it gonna be tonight? We've got no substitute for good and cheap substance abuse. With blurry eyes and fucked up smiles - our best disguises are all of the piles of shit that we talk and talk while everyone else just soaks and soaks. Oh! What I'll know when you get through to me.
. ...and ever - titus andronicus
The enemy is everywhere. Oh, I’m worthless and weak, and I’m sick, and I’m scared, and the enemy is everywhere.