A Fanmix
Hey ya'll, sorry that I've been gone awhile. Please accept my humble offering of free music. If you can believe it, this fanmix is based on a fan-fic that wouldn't take off.
Sawyer stood at her tent. Boot prints were still fresh in the sand within the tarp, deep and preserved. Idly, he entered her tent and looked around. There was nothing special. Her scent still hung in the air, thick and depressing. Her staff was leaning against a nearby corner, and there were wood shavings in the sand. The rough grey blanket she slept on had been carelessly left out, unfolded, still with the shape of her form impressed on it.
She'd been buried in the only clothes she seemed to own. She'd had no identification. No special keepsake. It seemed she was just a form on a blanket. A scent. A past forgotten occupant.
42 - Coldplay
(Those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head)
The Other Side - David Grey
(another mirage folds into the haze of time recalled and now the floodgates cannot hold all my sorrow all my rage...)
Dark Days Indeed - Firewater
(We don't know who put this cup of life into our hands But when we go, our bones will bake on the burning sands 'cause we walk but once among the living
So no regrets, and no forgiving)
Hurricane - The Hush Sound
(You're standing in my doorway seven cities ago The days are racing, but you come back too slow)
Nebali - Menomena
Satin In A Coffin - Modest Mouse
(Are you dead or are you sleeping are you dead or are you sleeping are you dead or are you sleeping god I sure hope you are dead)
Vanilla Sky - Paul McCarteney
(This is your time this is your day You've got it all...don't blow it away)
Do It All Over Again - Spiritualized
('m sitting here looking at the TV burning holes in everything that I get
You'd better come right down and do it all over again.)
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Sawyer stood at her tent. Boot prints were still fresh in the sand within the tarp, deep and preserved. Idly, he entered her tent and looked around. There was nothing special. Her scent still hung in the air, thick and depressing. Her staff was leaning against a nearby corner, and there were wood shavings in the sand. The rough grey blanket she slept on had been carelessly left out, unfolded, still with the shape of her form impressed on it.
She'd been buried in the only clothes she seemed to own. She'd had no identification. No special keepsake. It seemed she was just a form on a blanket. A scent. A past forgotten occupant.
42 - Coldplay
(Those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head)
The Other Side - David Grey
(another mirage folds into the haze of time recalled and now the floodgates cannot hold all my sorrow all my rage...)
Dark Days Indeed - Firewater
(We don't know who put this cup of life into our hands But when we go, our bones will bake on the burning sands 'cause we walk but once among the living
So no regrets, and no forgiving)
Hurricane - The Hush Sound
(You're standing in my doorway seven cities ago The days are racing, but you come back too slow)
Nebali - Menomena
Satin In A Coffin - Modest Mouse
(Are you dead or are you sleeping are you dead or are you sleeping are you dead or are you sleeping god I sure hope you are dead)
Vanilla Sky - Paul McCarteney
(This is your time this is your day You've got it all...don't blow it away)
Do It All Over Again - Spiritualized
('m sitting here looking at the TV burning holes in everything that I get
You'd better come right down and do it all over again.)
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Or if you'd rather just watch, Friend the community!