soundtrack
There are, unsurprisingly, some differences from the feverprophecy's playlist.
THE DISTILLERS - I AM A REVENANT
another year has passed and I'm alright.
I lick the salt from my wounds and run into the night.
well, it's unknown why collusion goes on.
it rapes like betrayal
and I'm rotting in the squalor of some.
do you remember the rage?
I remember the hate.
I remember it rained for years
and the blood had left a stain.
you say I got karma to collect.
I dig my grave and I'm here waiting for some kind of check
and if I get one I'll hold my breath
I racked my spine; it takes a year of you to warrant a test.
as the years go by I won't cry.
it's the year you walked into my life I will despise.
we are the revenants
and we will rise up from the dead
we become the living
we've come back to reclaim our stolen breath.
GAVIN GLASS - RAGDOLL
it's now or never: there is no in between.
if we must sever, I'm gonna quit this crazy scene.
I know, sometimes, I was cold, I, I know that sometimes...
but I believed in you. til you went and let me down.
so long, so long, from your ragdoll, yeah, your ragdoll.
so wrong, so wrong, oh, about you. yeah, about you.
you talk about leaving when you just walked through the door.
and I started believing
honey, you're not worth fighting for.
well, I know, sometimes, I was cold, I, I know that sometimes...
but you believed in me. til I went and let you down.
so long, so long, from your ragdoll, yeah your ragdoll.
so wrong, so wrong, oh about you. yeah, about you.
JIMMY EAT WORLD - FUTURES
I always believed in futures,
I hope for better in November.
I try the same losing lucky numbers.
it could be a cold night for a lifetime.
we close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets completely.
why is it so hard to find balance
between living decent and the cold and real?
TED LEO & THE PHARMACISTS - COUNTING DOWN THE HOURS
innocence, it don't come easy in a sense it never will.
accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed.
so I asked our Mr. Mellor how to get to where one's going
and he points to his survival, and he points me down the road.
and I go on, wondering if I've got a soul and
counting down the hours 'til it goes.
on a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where
I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there.
and a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,
were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed.
but after listening all morning, as I drove down 95
to a story of detainees who were barely kept alive,
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
but not with interference from the power lines above.
as I go on, wondering if I've got a soul and
counting down the hours 'til it goes.
and in the dark it's hard to know a friend,
but I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry.
as I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand
and I'm thinking about New England, and I'm missing old Japan,
and a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold.
and if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old?
CATCH 22 - KEASBEY NIGHTS
I still remember when we were young and fragile, then.
no one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
feeling so good, cruising the hood,
straight into the real world, rich kids never understood.
but I don't care, I can fade away to anywhere.
don't stop because you might get dropped
and if you do, who's going to pick you up?
well, I won't.
when they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
with a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest
singing my my my, how the time does fly
when you know you're going to die
by the end of the night.
THE DISTILLERS - CITY OF ANGELS
it's going down tonight in this town
cause they stare and growl,
they all stare and growl.
I take a scar every time I cry
cause it ain't my style, no it ain't my style.
going down to the gravel, head to the barrel
take this life and end this struggle
Los Angeles, come scam me, please
emptiness never sleeps at Clifton's
6AM with your bag lady friend and your mind descending
stripped of the right to be a human in control
it's warmer in hell so down we go.
it's a ghost town, rabid underworld
dionysian night, vitriolic twilight.
a mirage come up, it never ends.
once you get burned you're never the same.
left behind, erased from time
ain't no decency in being boxed up alive.
look around, ain't no RIP signs here
we don't rest in peace
we just disappear.
THE DISTILLERS - I AM A REVENANT
another year has passed and I'm alright.
I lick the salt from my wounds and run into the night.
well, it's unknown why collusion goes on.
it rapes like betrayal
and I'm rotting in the squalor of some.
do you remember the rage?
I remember the hate.
I remember it rained for years
and the blood had left a stain.
you say I got karma to collect.
I dig my grave and I'm here waiting for some kind of check
and if I get one I'll hold my breath
I racked my spine; it takes a year of you to warrant a test.
as the years go by I won't cry.
it's the year you walked into my life I will despise.
we are the revenants
and we will rise up from the dead
we become the living
we've come back to reclaim our stolen breath.
GAVIN GLASS - RAGDOLL
it's now or never: there is no in between.
if we must sever, I'm gonna quit this crazy scene.
I know, sometimes, I was cold, I, I know that sometimes...
but I believed in you. til you went and let me down.
so long, so long, from your ragdoll, yeah, your ragdoll.
so wrong, so wrong, oh, about you. yeah, about you.
you talk about leaving when you just walked through the door.
and I started believing
honey, you're not worth fighting for.
well, I know, sometimes, I was cold, I, I know that sometimes...
but you believed in me. til I went and let you down.
so long, so long, from your ragdoll, yeah your ragdoll.
so wrong, so wrong, oh about you. yeah, about you.
JIMMY EAT WORLD - FUTURES
I always believed in futures,
I hope for better in November.
I try the same losing lucky numbers.
it could be a cold night for a lifetime.
we close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets completely.
why is it so hard to find balance
between living decent and the cold and real?
TED LEO & THE PHARMACISTS - COUNTING DOWN THE HOURS
innocence, it don't come easy in a sense it never will.
accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed.
so I asked our Mr. Mellor how to get to where one's going
and he points to his survival, and he points me down the road.
and I go on, wondering if I've got a soul and
counting down the hours 'til it goes.
on a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where
I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there.
and a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,
were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed.
but after listening all morning, as I drove down 95
to a story of detainees who were barely kept alive,
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
but not with interference from the power lines above.
as I go on, wondering if I've got a soul and
counting down the hours 'til it goes.
and in the dark it's hard to know a friend,
but I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry.
as I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand
and I'm thinking about New England, and I'm missing old Japan,
and a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold.
and if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old?
CATCH 22 - KEASBEY NIGHTS
I still remember when we were young and fragile, then.
no one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
feeling so good, cruising the hood,
straight into the real world, rich kids never understood.
but I don't care, I can fade away to anywhere.
don't stop because you might get dropped
and if you do, who's going to pick you up?
well, I won't.
when they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
with a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest
singing my my my, how the time does fly
when you know you're going to die
by the end of the night.
THE DISTILLERS - CITY OF ANGELS
it's going down tonight in this town
cause they stare and growl,
they all stare and growl.
I take a scar every time I cry
cause it ain't my style, no it ain't my style.
going down to the gravel, head to the barrel
take this life and end this struggle
Los Angeles, come scam me, please
emptiness never sleeps at Clifton's
6AM with your bag lady friend and your mind descending
stripped of the right to be a human in control
it's warmer in hell so down we go.
it's a ghost town, rabid underworld
dionysian night, vitriolic twilight.
a mirage come up, it never ends.
once you get burned you're never the same.
left behind, erased from time
ain't no decency in being boxed up alive.
look around, ain't no RIP signs here
we don't rest in peace
we just disappear.