MIX: one direction; zayn/liam; verse. chorus. verse.
i always need a mix when i write and i've been working on this since i finished the punk au (because i plan on writing a companion piece for these two). um, anyway, posting it now with sixteen songs before it gets as crazy as the harry/louis playlist i posted. no one needs that. (the art is really simple, but that was intentional!).
also, will i ever stop using richard siken quotes to title things? possibly, um, no.
one. frank ocean. bad religion. if it brings me to my knees, it's a bad religion. oh, unrequited love. to me, it's nothing but a one man cult, and cyanide in my styrofoam cup. i could never make him love me, never make him love me. it's a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you. (here, have the live versions that is intense and gorgeous and perfect, as well.)
two. blind melon. mouthful of cavities. and every day you remind me of how i'm desperately in need.
three. grizzly bear. knife. you think it's alright; can't you feel the knife?
four. kasabian. video games (lana del rey). i am in a big mess, watching you get undressed. (i debated using this cover, but something about the way sergio and tom sing the chorus makes the song even more nostalgic and wistful than the song already is)
five. yeah yeah yeahs. maps (live at the fillmore). your kind's my kind, i'll stay the same. (another song i debated putting on, but this version is so gritty, ugh, karen's voice towards the end breaks me.)
six. margot and the nuclear so and so's. i do. if you kick me to the curb, it's probably just what i deserve, but i'm gonna run to you and gobble you up. this is on my harry/louis playlist, but is way more zayn/liam, um, okay
seven. regina spektor. small town moon. today we're younger than we're ever gonna be.
eight. two door cinema club. do you want it all?. we're low in our hearts. we're low in our heads. all in good time. do you want it do you want it do you want it all?
nine. stars. in our bedroom after the war. wake up, say good morning to that sleepy person lying next to you. if there's no one there, then there's no one there, but at least the war is over.
ten. uh huh her. say so (thom russo mix). don't know how long i've wasted my time. i only want to lie with you here. i never thought that you'd be so blind; stay if you want and we'll disappear.
eleven. florence + the machine. cosmic love. i took the stars from my eyes, and then i made a map, and knew that somehow i could find my way back. then i heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness, too, so i stayed in the darkness with you.
twelve. veruca salt. loneliness is worse. don't you wanna be happy with me? i'm afraid if you don't come around soon, i'll turn sadder than you ever were.
thirteen. mazzy star. fade into you. some kind of light into your darkness colors your eyes with what's not there. fade into you, strange you never knew. i think it's strange you never knew.
fourteen. amanda palmer. astronaut (a short history of nearly nothing). is it enough to have some love, small enough to slip inside a book, small enough to cover with your hand because everyone around you wants to look. it is enough to have some love, small enough to fit inside the cracks. the pieces don’t fit together so good for all the breaking and all the gluing back. and i am still not getting what i want, i want to touch the back of your right arm. i wish you could remind me who i was because every day I’m a little further off.
fifteen. neko case. this tornado loves you. i have waited with a glacier's patience, smashed every transformer with every trailer 'til nothing was standing, sixty-five miles wide. still, you are nowhere, still, you are nowhere, nowhere in sight. come out to meet me, run out to meet me, come into the light.
ZIP.
also, will i ever stop using richard siken quotes to title things? possibly, um, no.
one. frank ocean. bad religion. if it brings me to my knees, it's a bad religion. oh, unrequited love. to me, it's nothing but a one man cult, and cyanide in my styrofoam cup. i could never make him love me, never make him love me. it's a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you. (here, have the live versions that is intense and gorgeous and perfect, as well.)
two. blind melon. mouthful of cavities. and every day you remind me of how i'm desperately in need.
three. grizzly bear. knife. you think it's alright; can't you feel the knife?
four. kasabian. video games (lana del rey). i am in a big mess, watching you get undressed. (i debated using this cover, but something about the way sergio and tom sing the chorus makes the song even more nostalgic and wistful than the song already is)
five. yeah yeah yeahs. maps (live at the fillmore). your kind's my kind, i'll stay the same. (another song i debated putting on, but this version is so gritty, ugh, karen's voice towards the end breaks me.)
six. margot and the nuclear so and so's. i do. if you kick me to the curb, it's probably just what i deserve, but i'm gonna run to you and gobble you up. this is on my harry/louis playlist, but is way more zayn/liam, um, okay
seven. regina spektor. small town moon. today we're younger than we're ever gonna be.
eight. two door cinema club. do you want it all?. we're low in our hearts. we're low in our heads. all in good time. do you want it do you want it do you want it all?
nine. stars. in our bedroom after the war. wake up, say good morning to that sleepy person lying next to you. if there's no one there, then there's no one there, but at least the war is over.
ten. uh huh her. say so (thom russo mix). don't know how long i've wasted my time. i only want to lie with you here. i never thought that you'd be so blind; stay if you want and we'll disappear.
eleven. florence + the machine. cosmic love. i took the stars from my eyes, and then i made a map, and knew that somehow i could find my way back. then i heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness, too, so i stayed in the darkness with you.
twelve. veruca salt. loneliness is worse. don't you wanna be happy with me? i'm afraid if you don't come around soon, i'll turn sadder than you ever were.
thirteen. mazzy star. fade into you. some kind of light into your darkness colors your eyes with what's not there. fade into you, strange you never knew. i think it's strange you never knew.
fourteen. amanda palmer. astronaut (a short history of nearly nothing). is it enough to have some love, small enough to slip inside a book, small enough to cover with your hand because everyone around you wants to look. it is enough to have some love, small enough to fit inside the cracks. the pieces don’t fit together so good for all the breaking and all the gluing back. and i am still not getting what i want, i want to touch the back of your right arm. i wish you could remind me who i was because every day I’m a little further off.
fifteen. neko case. this tornado loves you. i have waited with a glacier's patience, smashed every transformer with every trailer 'til nothing was standing, sixty-five miles wide. still, you are nowhere, still, you are nowhere, nowhere in sight. come out to meet me, run out to meet me, come into the light.
ZIP.