Les Miserables Fanmix: The Beginning of Terror, Enjolras/Grantaire
Title: The Beginning of Terror
Subject: Enjolras/Grantaire
Summary: E/R are life-ruiners. Also, I don't feel bad about using Barricade at all. I really don't.
Title of the mix from the poem within.
Notes: Fanmix includes front and back covers and a .zip file of all 10 songs. Enjoy! :)
the beginning of terror
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’
hierarchies? and even if one of them pressed me
suddenly against his heart: I would be consumed
in that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothing
but the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure,
and we are so awed because it serenely disdains
to annihilate us.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
One. We Need a Myth, Okkervil River. we need a myth. i feel my heart's like a fist, words spilling out of the blessed lips of any prophet or goddess. i need a myth, brought back to life by a kiss, scrape away grey cement, show me the world as it was again, as it was in a myth, a red ribbon to reconnect the lady's head to her neck and to forget that her throat was ever slit, 'cause what we're after is just this. we're cut adrift, we need a mass uplift, the world is trembling and weeping just at the point of believing in a myth. we need a myth as we lean in to kiss, to get two nails through the wrist, to get covered in blood and to get covered in spit and to forgive.
Two. Home Again, Beach House. something in the way your heart is nailed upon a hand, swimming in the cold waters, head above the sand. constant heart of my devotion, must be you, the door to open. home again, be here, be with him.
Three. I Follow Rivers, Michael Schulte & Max Giesinger. oh, i beg you, can i follow? oh, i ask you, why not always? be the ocean where i unravel, be my only, be the water where i'm wading. he's a message, i'm the runner, he's the rebel, i'm the daughter waiting for you. run deep, run wild. i follow, i follow you, dark doom, honey, i follow you.
Four. Ambulance, TV on the Radio. your slim frame, your eager eyes and your wild mane, oh, they keep me where i belong, all wrapped up in wrong. oh, sweet dream, fall for me, fall fast, fall free, fall for me.
Five. Lived in Bars, Cat Power. there's nothing like living in a bottle, and nothing like ending it all for the world. send in the trumpets, the marching wheelchairs, open the blankets and give them some air. swords and arches, bones and cement, the light and the dark of the innocent of men.
Six. Real Life Version, Voxtrot. i see you, i see you always struggling to find the sun, reaching down through shadowed brush, breaking off the bitter branch, twisted roots like tan, dreams of all these spotlit kings drinking up the light, like california redwoods splitting up the night. it turns around like you, it turns around like me, all the talking we could do, oh, if only we could be a real life version of you and a real life version of me.
Seven. Barricade, Stars. trapped on the terraces, i looked at you and knew you were the only thing that mattered, there was no one for me but you. oh, how could anyone not love the terrible things you do? oh, how could anyone not want to try and help you? oh, how could anyone not finally diminish? the thrill of blood comes instantly, there's only darkness at the finish. meet me at the barricade, i'll be at the barricade.
Eight. Corsicana, The Antlers. the one time when we woke up, we couldn't stop the sparks, we couldn't see outside when the curtains fell apart. we couldn't hear the books when the pages curled away, we should shut that window we both left open now. we lost our chance to run, now the door's too hot to touch, we should hold our breath with mouths together now.
Nine. Easy/Lucky/Free, Bright Eyes. did it all get real? i guess it's real enough, they got refrigerators full of blood, another century spent pointing guns at anything that moves. sometimes i worry that i've lost the plot, my twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts. i never dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground, but it's all i'm doing now, listening for patterns in the sounds of an endless static sea but once the satellite's deceased it blows like garbage through the streets of the night sky to infinity. i always figured that there'd be time enough, i never let it get me down but i can't help it now, looking for faces in the clouds. i got some friends i barely see but we're all planning to meet, we'll lay in bags as dead as leaves, all together for eternity. but don't you weep, there is no one as lucky, honey, don't you weep, there is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free.
Ten. New Myth, Lia Ices. say my name like it's never been before, like the oldest book that gets new life with new title. who'll memorize us like the echo and the shadow know? who'll leave us better told? new myth, just been born, has never felt so old.
Subject: Enjolras/Grantaire
Summary: E/R are life-ruiners. Also, I don't feel bad about using Barricade at all. I really don't.
Title of the mix from the poem within.
Notes: Fanmix includes front and back covers and a .zip file of all 10 songs. Enjoy! :)
the beginning of terror
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’
hierarchies? and even if one of them pressed me
suddenly against his heart: I would be consumed
in that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothing
but the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure,
and we are so awed because it serenely disdains
to annihilate us.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
One. We Need a Myth, Okkervil River. we need a myth. i feel my heart's like a fist, words spilling out of the blessed lips of any prophet or goddess. i need a myth, brought back to life by a kiss, scrape away grey cement, show me the world as it was again, as it was in a myth, a red ribbon to reconnect the lady's head to her neck and to forget that her throat was ever slit, 'cause what we're after is just this. we're cut adrift, we need a mass uplift, the world is trembling and weeping just at the point of believing in a myth. we need a myth as we lean in to kiss, to get two nails through the wrist, to get covered in blood and to get covered in spit and to forgive.
Two. Home Again, Beach House. something in the way your heart is nailed upon a hand, swimming in the cold waters, head above the sand. constant heart of my devotion, must be you, the door to open. home again, be here, be with him.
Three. I Follow Rivers, Michael Schulte & Max Giesinger. oh, i beg you, can i follow? oh, i ask you, why not always? be the ocean where i unravel, be my only, be the water where i'm wading. he's a message, i'm the runner, he's the rebel, i'm the daughter waiting for you. run deep, run wild. i follow, i follow you, dark doom, honey, i follow you.
Four. Ambulance, TV on the Radio. your slim frame, your eager eyes and your wild mane, oh, they keep me where i belong, all wrapped up in wrong. oh, sweet dream, fall for me, fall fast, fall free, fall for me.
Five. Lived in Bars, Cat Power. there's nothing like living in a bottle, and nothing like ending it all for the world. send in the trumpets, the marching wheelchairs, open the blankets and give them some air. swords and arches, bones and cement, the light and the dark of the innocent of men.
Six. Real Life Version, Voxtrot. i see you, i see you always struggling to find the sun, reaching down through shadowed brush, breaking off the bitter branch, twisted roots like tan, dreams of all these spotlit kings drinking up the light, like california redwoods splitting up the night. it turns around like you, it turns around like me, all the talking we could do, oh, if only we could be a real life version of you and a real life version of me.
Seven. Barricade, Stars. trapped on the terraces, i looked at you and knew you were the only thing that mattered, there was no one for me but you. oh, how could anyone not love the terrible things you do? oh, how could anyone not want to try and help you? oh, how could anyone not finally diminish? the thrill of blood comes instantly, there's only darkness at the finish. meet me at the barricade, i'll be at the barricade.
Eight. Corsicana, The Antlers. the one time when we woke up, we couldn't stop the sparks, we couldn't see outside when the curtains fell apart. we couldn't hear the books when the pages curled away, we should shut that window we both left open now. we lost our chance to run, now the door's too hot to touch, we should hold our breath with mouths together now.
Nine. Easy/Lucky/Free, Bright Eyes. did it all get real? i guess it's real enough, they got refrigerators full of blood, another century spent pointing guns at anything that moves. sometimes i worry that i've lost the plot, my twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts. i never dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground, but it's all i'm doing now, listening for patterns in the sounds of an endless static sea but once the satellite's deceased it blows like garbage through the streets of the night sky to infinity. i always figured that there'd be time enough, i never let it get me down but i can't help it now, looking for faces in the clouds. i got some friends i barely see but we're all planning to meet, we'll lay in bags as dead as leaves, all together for eternity. but don't you weep, there is no one as lucky, honey, don't you weep, there is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free.
Ten. New Myth, Lia Ices. say my name like it's never been before, like the oldest book that gets new life with new title. who'll memorize us like the echo and the shadow know? who'll leave us better told? new myth, just been born, has never felt so old.