Heroes - Nathan/Elle - Balancing On One Wounded Wing
Medium: TV
Fandom: Heroes
Subject: Sylar!Nathan/Elle
Title: Balancing On One Wounded Wing
Notes: This is meant as a companion to my fic of the same name, but you don't really need to read it to enjoy the music. I made this a while ago, and then left it, but the show starts again on Monday, so I thought now was the time to throw it out there.
Adventures in Solitude → The New Pornographers
we thought we lost you/we thought we lost you/we thought we lost you/welcome back
The Perfect Fit → The Dresden Dolls
i can write a song/but i can't sing in key/i can play piano/but i never learned to read
Portions For Foxes → Rilo Kiley
and it's bad news/baby, it's bad news/it's just bad news, bad news, bad news
because you're just damage control/for a walking corpse like me/like you
The Prince's Bed* → Adam Green
if there's a heart inside your eye/if there's a clock inside your head/if there's a girl outside your bed/put your face in my place
my head is falling off my head/and i don't want to see clear again/everyone is talking about jesus/everyone is talking about jesus/everyone is talking about jesus/everyone's fucking my princess
Braille → Regina Spektor
she was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks/she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god/so she named the baby elvis/to make up for the royalty he lacked
Meds → Placebo
i was alone staring over the ledge/trying my best not to forget/all manner of joy, all manner of glee/and our one heroic pledge
how it mattered to us, how it mattered to me/and the consequences/i was confused by the birds and the bees/forgetting if I meant it
baby, did you forget to take your meds?
The Kill → The Dresden Dolls
i am anarchist/an antichrist/an asterisk/i am atheist/an acolyte/an alcoholic/i am eleven feet/okay, eight/six foot three/i am an amazon/an ampersand/an accident/i fought the british and I won/i am a rocket ship/a jet fighter/a paper airplane
We Almost Had A Baby** → Emmy The Great
i'm not the girl that you remember from the start/i was only a baby/now i am what you made me/and once you left me in the spring/and twice you left in fall/and once i tried to make a life/to keep myself in yours
*My file is called 'The Prince's Mine', but that's not what the lyrics say, and it doesn't really make a lot of sense, anyway.
**Okay, this song choice bears explaining, and it's the only one that's really tied to the fic. I'm not using it in a literal sense, because this mix is mostly chronological, but more in illustrating Elle's transistion from hardly being able to stand looking after her son to the beginnings of caring for him - becoming 'what you made me'. Idk.
zip = songs+artwork
Fandom: Heroes
Subject: Sylar!Nathan/Elle
Title: Balancing On One Wounded Wing
Notes: This is meant as a companion to my fic of the same name, but you don't really need to read it to enjoy the music. I made this a while ago, and then left it, but the show starts again on Monday, so I thought now was the time to throw it out there.
Adventures in Solitude → The New Pornographers
we thought we lost you/we thought we lost you/we thought we lost you/welcome back
The Perfect Fit → The Dresden Dolls
i can write a song/but i can't sing in key/i can play piano/but i never learned to read
Portions For Foxes → Rilo Kiley
and it's bad news/baby, it's bad news/it's just bad news, bad news, bad news
because you're just damage control/for a walking corpse like me/like you
The Prince's Bed* → Adam Green
if there's a heart inside your eye/if there's a clock inside your head/if there's a girl outside your bed/put your face in my place
my head is falling off my head/and i don't want to see clear again/everyone is talking about jesus/everyone is talking about jesus/everyone is talking about jesus/everyone's fucking my princess
Braille → Regina Spektor
she was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks/she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god/so she named the baby elvis/to make up for the royalty he lacked
Meds → Placebo
i was alone staring over the ledge/trying my best not to forget/all manner of joy, all manner of glee/and our one heroic pledge
how it mattered to us, how it mattered to me/and the consequences/i was confused by the birds and the bees/forgetting if I meant it
baby, did you forget to take your meds?
The Kill → The Dresden Dolls
i am anarchist/an antichrist/an asterisk/i am atheist/an acolyte/an alcoholic/i am eleven feet/okay, eight/six foot three/i am an amazon/an ampersand/an accident/i fought the british and I won/i am a rocket ship/a jet fighter/a paper airplane
We Almost Had A Baby** → Emmy The Great
i'm not the girl that you remember from the start/i was only a baby/now i am what you made me/and once you left me in the spring/and twice you left in fall/and once i tried to make a life/to keep myself in yours
*My file is called 'The Prince's Mine', but that's not what the lyrics say, and it doesn't really make a lot of sense, anyway.
**Okay, this song choice bears explaining, and it's the only one that's really tied to the fic. I'm not using it in a literal sense, because this mix is mostly chronological, but more in illustrating Elle's transistion from hardly being able to stand looking after her son to the beginnings of caring for him - becoming 'what you made me'. Idk.
zip = songs+artwork