a strange october
019 we wrote these songs and we lost our minds
i feel like october is likely to be a strange month. so, like i always do, i made a mix. the thirty one songs on this convey a bit of a feeling of strangeness, and maybe a little sense of melancholy. many of the songs are dark with a bit of a creepy feel, and some of them are just odd. there's always a funny feeling in the air in october, which i tried to capture in this mix. there are two zips, because it wouldn't all fit in one. i hope you like it!
a strange october: thirty one songs for thirty one days
i. ten dead dogs...wild sweet orange
(...shivering cold, i woke up in water, and wrapped myself around the toilet seat, i spoke in tongues and took all my clothes off, the tops of my fingers touched the tops of my toes, and oh, my god, is this really what you want, would you tell us if it's not, and could you rewrite the plot and come and get is, cos we stop doing what we think we want, even though we know it's not, this place is merely a subplot, you'll come and get us...)
ii. secure yourself...indigo girls
(...in the ink of the night i saw you bleed, through the thunder i could hear you scream, solid to the air i breathe, open-eyed and fast asleep, falling softly as the rain, no footsteps ringing in your ears, ragged down worn to the skin, warrior raging, have no fear, secure yourself to heaven, hold on tight, the night has come, fasten up your earthly burdens, you have just begun...)
iii. kill the turkey...gregory & the hawk
(...kiss the clever one who said you made your bed, now lie in it, die in it, kiss the shit that hit the fan when you went and killed another man, and if you want it bad enough, oh, if you want it bad enough, keep your eyes on the prize...)
iv. the horror of our love...ludo
(...i wake in terror, blackbirds screaming, dark cathedrals spilling midnight on their altars, i'm your servant, my immortal, pale and perfect, such unholy heaving, the statues close their eyes, the room is changing, break my skin and drain me, ancient language, speak through fingers, the awful edges where you end and i begin, inside your mouth i cannot see, there's catastrophe in everything i'm touching as i sweat and crush you, and i hold your beating chambers til they beat no more, you die like angels sing, oh, the horror of our love, never so much blood pulled through my veins, oh, the horror of our love, never so much blood...)
v. lighthouse...the hush sound
(...take what you need while there's time, the city will be earth in a short while, if i'm not mistaken, it's been in flames, you and i will escape to the seaside, there is a storm in the distance, the wind breathing warning of it's imminence, there is a lighthouse, five hundred yards down, you and i will be safe there...)
vi. a children's crusade on acid...margot & the nuclear so and so's
(...sarah, settle down, put your helmet on, walk through streets of gold with cigarettes you hand-roll, i don't know you, and i don't owe you a thing...)
vii. night terror...laura marling
(...i woke up and he was screaming, i'd left him dreaming, i roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper if you want him, then you're going to have to fight me, oh, fight me...)
viii. cardinal song...the national
(...jesus christ, you have confused me, cornered, wasted, blessed, and used me, forgive me, girls, i am confused, stiff and pissed and lost and loose..)
ix. deadweight on velveteen...jose gonzalez
(...uncover the mystery, tell everyone what you see, it's not what it seems, vulgar when brought to light...)
x. hold my hand as i'm lowered...noah and the whale
(...hold my hand as i'm lowered, and please don't see me as a coward, for death i do not forsake thee, though you dark stare is always upon me...)
xi. my boy builds coffins...florence + the machine
(...my boy builds coffins with hammers and nails, he doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails, he doesn't make tables, dressers, or chairs, he can't carve a whistle, he just doesn't care, my boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor, kings and queens have all knocked on his door, beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves, they all come to him cos he's so easy to please, my boy builds coffins, he makes them all day, it's not just for work and it isn't for play, he's made one for himself, one for me too, and one of these days, he'll make one for you...)
xii. the five ghosts...stars
(...when i grew in age and fame and traveled through the world, all the rivers of the city were like flags of blue unfurled, me pressed against a railing, me taken to a room, me waking in the morning, dark with a sense of coming doom...)
xiii. the reputation of ross francis...my latest novel
(...do you really think that you deserve to pass, said the angel to our hero at the last, if you give me but a moment to explain, i can prove my life hasn't been in vain, it's true i may have lied to wriggle free of many of my life's awkward situations, the lives i've touched are frivolous or few, a savior i've been called, and it's justified, it's true...)
xiv. hong kong cemetery...johnny flynn
(...there are ten thousand graves in hong kong protestant cemetery, every one of them says born and died, and the rest might be history, walking there i'd cry, for my love was there to lie, i never knew shame to to be so refreshing, i'd sing georgia on my mind, she would be, i'd be regressing...)
xv. the alternate world waltz...lisa debenedictis
(...down at the church, you can see history done in stained glass, in the beginning, there was a big bang, angels, and in the end, we will all go to a beautiful garden, when the heart makes such heavy demands, take my hand in your hand and we'll dance...)
xvi. on sussex downs...patrick wolf
(...for today i am a wild creature, and tomorrow i will be lost again...)
xvii. an appeal to st. peter...pale young gentlemen
(...oh, this life, do i believe it a paradise or an afterthought, it's not a broken heart that i'm reeling from, i beg for absolution, i don't need no comfort, i don't need no barefoot lover, look around, and you'll see my kind, straining as we try...)
xviii. the hazards of love 4 (the drowning)...the decemberists
(...margaret, array the rocks around the hole before we're sinking, a million stones, a million bones, a million holes within the chinking, and painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes too filled with crying, a whispered weight upon the tattered down where you and i were lying, tell me now, tell me this, a forest's son, a river's daughter, a willow on the will-o'-wisp, our ghosts will wander all the water...)
xix. milk thistle...conor oberst
(...i'm not scared of nothing, i'll go pound for pound, i keep death on my mind like a heavy crown, if i go to heaven, i'll be bored as hell, like a little baby at the bottom of a well...)
xx. roseblood...mazzy star
(...sometimes i feel dizzy by the slices in her hands, secrets in her lipstick mouth, shiny on her again...)
xxi. public pervert...interpol
(...how many days will it take to land, how many ways to reach abandon, abandon, so swoon, baby, starry nights, may our bodies remain, as deep we move, i'll feed you light, may our bodies remain, in history, i'll treat you right, i'm honest that way, hey...)
xxii. cold water...damien rice
(...cold, cold water surrounds me now, and i'll i've got is your hand...)
xxiii. walk around the lake...lost in the trees
(...late at night, i'll stay up and write a book about my life, so no one would ever make all of my mistakes, to ease your mind, all it takes is a walk around the lake...)
xxiv. oh my stars...a weather
(...put your neck here on your best friend's, put your mouth up to the phone, use the seatbelt as a bookend, we can sleep when we get home...)
xxv. all our most brilliant friends...slow club
(...i met a boy who lived up in the mountains, he really loved god and got me thinking about things, like appreciating everyone that i can call a friend, seeing life as a group of tasks to see through til the end, but i'm a quitter, i don't think he knew that i'm still thinking about you, i'm a quitter, and i'm ashamed, he said he'd come back for my brain...)
xxvi. monsters...forest city lovers
(...maybe i'll never have your baby if our love runs out of time, maybe we'll watch the sunset falling from an ashy blackened sky, can we help the dream from dying, can we confiscate our word, watch them crush the cars in hiding, take the bad blood from the earth...)
xxvii. have to explode...the mountain goats
(...tile floor of the bathroom, scrubbed clean and bright, checkerboard grey and white, towels from the ritz-carlton hotel in kingston, jamaica, i can still see the rust colored stains today, the stage is set, someone's going to do something someone else will regret, i speak in smoke signals, and you answer in code, the fuse will have to run out sometime, something here will eventually have to explode, have to explode, you and me lying on the tile floor, trying to keep cool, restless all night, sweating out the poison as the temperature climbs, staring up at the hundred watt light that burns above, name one thing about us two anyone could love, we roll out the red carpet when rotten luck comes down the road, five, four, three, two, one, watch for the flash, something here will eventually have to explode, have to explode...)
xxviii. swansea...joanna newsom
(all these ghost towns, wreathed in old loam, assateague, knee deep in seafoam, ho swansea, buttonwillow, languitas, ho calico, and all these beastly bungalows, stare, distend, like endless toads, endlessly hop down the road, borne by wind, we southward blow, and yonder, wild and blue, the wild blue yonder looms, til we are wracked with rheum, by roads, by songs entombed...)
xxix. flume...bon iver
(...only love is all maroon, lapping lakes like leary loons, leaving rope burns, reddish ruse...)
xxx. stormy weather...nina nastasia
(..she comes running in, we're all on fire, she says so hysterically, i'm in the shower, she says, save the water, i can be on best behavior, i'm not afraid of stormy weather...)
xxxi. the cold, the dark, & the silence...sea wolf
(please don't fight, don't fight with me, and fold your arms like it's the end, can you smell the sweetness of the soil and the snow in the wind, so we're lost, we're lost out her on the plains, my love, it's only wind and ice and trees that wave from above, but when the cold, the dark, and the silence come, it's like sudden rush of water through your heart and lungs...)
i // ii
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i feel like october is likely to be a strange month. so, like i always do, i made a mix. the thirty one songs on this convey a bit of a feeling of strangeness, and maybe a little sense of melancholy. many of the songs are dark with a bit of a creepy feel, and some of them are just odd. there's always a funny feeling in the air in october, which i tried to capture in this mix. there are two zips, because it wouldn't all fit in one. i hope you like it!
a strange october: thirty one songs for thirty one days
i. ten dead dogs...wild sweet orange
(...shivering cold, i woke up in water, and wrapped myself around the toilet seat, i spoke in tongues and took all my clothes off, the tops of my fingers touched the tops of my toes, and oh, my god, is this really what you want, would you tell us if it's not, and could you rewrite the plot and come and get is, cos we stop doing what we think we want, even though we know it's not, this place is merely a subplot, you'll come and get us...)
ii. secure yourself...indigo girls
(...in the ink of the night i saw you bleed, through the thunder i could hear you scream, solid to the air i breathe, open-eyed and fast asleep, falling softly as the rain, no footsteps ringing in your ears, ragged down worn to the skin, warrior raging, have no fear, secure yourself to heaven, hold on tight, the night has come, fasten up your earthly burdens, you have just begun...)
iii. kill the turkey...gregory & the hawk
(...kiss the clever one who said you made your bed, now lie in it, die in it, kiss the shit that hit the fan when you went and killed another man, and if you want it bad enough, oh, if you want it bad enough, keep your eyes on the prize...)
iv. the horror of our love...ludo
(...i wake in terror, blackbirds screaming, dark cathedrals spilling midnight on their altars, i'm your servant, my immortal, pale and perfect, such unholy heaving, the statues close their eyes, the room is changing, break my skin and drain me, ancient language, speak through fingers, the awful edges where you end and i begin, inside your mouth i cannot see, there's catastrophe in everything i'm touching as i sweat and crush you, and i hold your beating chambers til they beat no more, you die like angels sing, oh, the horror of our love, never so much blood pulled through my veins, oh, the horror of our love, never so much blood...)
v. lighthouse...the hush sound
(...take what you need while there's time, the city will be earth in a short while, if i'm not mistaken, it's been in flames, you and i will escape to the seaside, there is a storm in the distance, the wind breathing warning of it's imminence, there is a lighthouse, five hundred yards down, you and i will be safe there...)
vi. a children's crusade on acid...margot & the nuclear so and so's
(...sarah, settle down, put your helmet on, walk through streets of gold with cigarettes you hand-roll, i don't know you, and i don't owe you a thing...)
vii. night terror...laura marling
(...i woke up and he was screaming, i'd left him dreaming, i roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper if you want him, then you're going to have to fight me, oh, fight me...)
viii. cardinal song...the national
(...jesus christ, you have confused me, cornered, wasted, blessed, and used me, forgive me, girls, i am confused, stiff and pissed and lost and loose..)
ix. deadweight on velveteen...jose gonzalez
(...uncover the mystery, tell everyone what you see, it's not what it seems, vulgar when brought to light...)
x. hold my hand as i'm lowered...noah and the whale
(...hold my hand as i'm lowered, and please don't see me as a coward, for death i do not forsake thee, though you dark stare is always upon me...)
xi. my boy builds coffins...florence + the machine
(...my boy builds coffins with hammers and nails, he doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails, he doesn't make tables, dressers, or chairs, he can't carve a whistle, he just doesn't care, my boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor, kings and queens have all knocked on his door, beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves, they all come to him cos he's so easy to please, my boy builds coffins, he makes them all day, it's not just for work and it isn't for play, he's made one for himself, one for me too, and one of these days, he'll make one for you...)
xii. the five ghosts...stars
(...when i grew in age and fame and traveled through the world, all the rivers of the city were like flags of blue unfurled, me pressed against a railing, me taken to a room, me waking in the morning, dark with a sense of coming doom...)
xiii. the reputation of ross francis...my latest novel
(...do you really think that you deserve to pass, said the angel to our hero at the last, if you give me but a moment to explain, i can prove my life hasn't been in vain, it's true i may have lied to wriggle free of many of my life's awkward situations, the lives i've touched are frivolous or few, a savior i've been called, and it's justified, it's true...)
xiv. hong kong cemetery...johnny flynn
(...there are ten thousand graves in hong kong protestant cemetery, every one of them says born and died, and the rest might be history, walking there i'd cry, for my love was there to lie, i never knew shame to to be so refreshing, i'd sing georgia on my mind, she would be, i'd be regressing...)
xv. the alternate world waltz...lisa debenedictis
(...down at the church, you can see history done in stained glass, in the beginning, there was a big bang, angels, and in the end, we will all go to a beautiful garden, when the heart makes such heavy demands, take my hand in your hand and we'll dance...)
xvi. on sussex downs...patrick wolf
(...for today i am a wild creature, and tomorrow i will be lost again...)
xvii. an appeal to st. peter...pale young gentlemen
(...oh, this life, do i believe it a paradise or an afterthought, it's not a broken heart that i'm reeling from, i beg for absolution, i don't need no comfort, i don't need no barefoot lover, look around, and you'll see my kind, straining as we try...)
xviii. the hazards of love 4 (the drowning)...the decemberists
(...margaret, array the rocks around the hole before we're sinking, a million stones, a million bones, a million holes within the chinking, and painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes too filled with crying, a whispered weight upon the tattered down where you and i were lying, tell me now, tell me this, a forest's son, a river's daughter, a willow on the will-o'-wisp, our ghosts will wander all the water...)
xix. milk thistle...conor oberst
(...i'm not scared of nothing, i'll go pound for pound, i keep death on my mind like a heavy crown, if i go to heaven, i'll be bored as hell, like a little baby at the bottom of a well...)
xx. roseblood...mazzy star
(...sometimes i feel dizzy by the slices in her hands, secrets in her lipstick mouth, shiny on her again...)
xxi. public pervert...interpol
(...how many days will it take to land, how many ways to reach abandon, abandon, so swoon, baby, starry nights, may our bodies remain, as deep we move, i'll feed you light, may our bodies remain, in history, i'll treat you right, i'm honest that way, hey...)
xxii. cold water...damien rice
(...cold, cold water surrounds me now, and i'll i've got is your hand...)
xxiii. walk around the lake...lost in the trees
(...late at night, i'll stay up and write a book about my life, so no one would ever make all of my mistakes, to ease your mind, all it takes is a walk around the lake...)
xxiv. oh my stars...a weather
(...put your neck here on your best friend's, put your mouth up to the phone, use the seatbelt as a bookend, we can sleep when we get home...)
xxv. all our most brilliant friends...slow club
(...i met a boy who lived up in the mountains, he really loved god and got me thinking about things, like appreciating everyone that i can call a friend, seeing life as a group of tasks to see through til the end, but i'm a quitter, i don't think he knew that i'm still thinking about you, i'm a quitter, and i'm ashamed, he said he'd come back for my brain...)
xxvi. monsters...forest city lovers
(...maybe i'll never have your baby if our love runs out of time, maybe we'll watch the sunset falling from an ashy blackened sky, can we help the dream from dying, can we confiscate our word, watch them crush the cars in hiding, take the bad blood from the earth...)
xxvii. have to explode...the mountain goats
(...tile floor of the bathroom, scrubbed clean and bright, checkerboard grey and white, towels from the ritz-carlton hotel in kingston, jamaica, i can still see the rust colored stains today, the stage is set, someone's going to do something someone else will regret, i speak in smoke signals, and you answer in code, the fuse will have to run out sometime, something here will eventually have to explode, have to explode, you and me lying on the tile floor, trying to keep cool, restless all night, sweating out the poison as the temperature climbs, staring up at the hundred watt light that burns above, name one thing about us two anyone could love, we roll out the red carpet when rotten luck comes down the road, five, four, three, two, one, watch for the flash, something here will eventually have to explode, have to explode...)
xxviii. swansea...joanna newsom
(all these ghost towns, wreathed in old loam, assateague, knee deep in seafoam, ho swansea, buttonwillow, languitas, ho calico, and all these beastly bungalows, stare, distend, like endless toads, endlessly hop down the road, borne by wind, we southward blow, and yonder, wild and blue, the wild blue yonder looms, til we are wracked with rheum, by roads, by songs entombed...)
xxix. flume...bon iver
(...only love is all maroon, lapping lakes like leary loons, leaving rope burns, reddish ruse...)
xxx. stormy weather...nina nastasia
(..she comes running in, we're all on fire, she says so hysterically, i'm in the shower, she says, save the water, i can be on best behavior, i'm not afraid of stormy weather...)
xxxi. the cold, the dark, & the silence...sea wolf
(please don't fight, don't fight with me, and fold your arms like it's the end, can you smell the sweetness of the soil and the snow in the wind, so we're lost, we're lost out her on the plains, my love, it's only wind and ice and trees that wave from above, but when the cold, the dark, and the silence come, it's like sudden rush of water through your heart and lungs...)
i // ii
~image from weheartit.com
~comments are love, happiness, and light.
~like this? please join! i like new people!