&cobb&mal ✖ the thunder and the laughter
&cobb&mal.
allegro ✖ bear mccreary || instrumental track
au port ✖ camille || hé! petite fille tu bois de l'eau et tu es saoule là où tu te noies tu as beau avoir pied tu coules au port. Hé! petite folle! c'est pas la brasse c'est le crawl pour la traversée il t'aurait fallu des épaules du corps. mais lui c'est différent, il est né sur l'océan, c'est un grand capitaine, un amant monument, tu t'es perdue dedans. hé! petite fille! on est jamais deux à partir y'en a toujours un pour larguer l'autre pour languir au port. hé! petite cruche! avec tes pots de confiture tu partiras en sucette mais pas à l'aventure au Nord. mais lui c'est différent, il est né sur le Mont Blanc, c'est un grand alpiniste, un amant monument, tu as perdu sa piste. hé! petite nonne! suis l'Au-delà si tu le trouves le ramène pas au cardinal pour qu'il te l'ouvre encore. hé! petite larve! je suis toi-même et je te parle tu es déjà grande alors lève toi sors de ta cale au port ton coeur de petite fille est mort. hé! petite fille! à ta droite l'Arc de Triomphe. hé! petite fille! à ta gauche il y a dieu qui ronfle. hé! petite fille! devant il y a les pyramides. hé! petite fille! derrière l' génie de la Bastille.
running up that hill ✖ placebo || it doesn't hurt me. you wanna feel how it feels? you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? you wanna hear about the deal I'm making? you be running up that hill, you and me be running up that hill. and if I only could, make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places. be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that building. if I only could, oh. you don't wanna hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies. unaware that I'm tearing you asunder. there's a thunder in our hearts, baby. so much hate for the ones we love? tell me, we both matter, don't we?
a rush of blood to the head ✖ coldplay || he said i'm gonna buy this place and burn it down. i'm gonna put it six feet underground. he said Im gonna buy this place and watch it fall. stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls. oh, i'm gonna buy this place and start a fire. stand here until I fill all your hearts desires. because i'm gonna buy this place and see it burn. do back the things it did to you in return. he said, oh i'm gonna buy a gun and start a war. if you can tell me something worth fighting for. oh and i'm gonna buy this place, thats what i said. blame it upon a rush of blood to the head. and honey, all the movements youre starting to make. see me crumble and fall on my face. and I know the mistakes that I made. see it all disappear without a trace. and they call as they beckon you on. they say start as you mean to go on. start as you mean to go on. so meet me by the bridge, meet me on the lane. when am I going to see that pretty face again? meet me on the road, yeah meet me where i said. blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head.
trophy ✖ bats for lashes || the trophy that I made for us | in fur and gold | got into the wrong pair of hands | in truth was sold | they bought it for oh so much less | than it was worth | and every man that touched it | found a heaven on earth | heaven is a feeling I get in your arms | the queens and the court jesters | clapped, adored | their hearts swelled to | overdrive and mercy soared | mercy this and mercy that | let justice prevail | but I just want my trophy back | it's not for sale | heaven is a feeling I get in your arms | creatures of mercy | shoot shoot | shoot them down | and set me free
little shadow ✖ yeah yeah yeahs || patience, shadow | with all your sight there's no sight to see | little shadow, little shadow | to the night, will you follow me? | pardon, shadow, hold on tight to your darkened key | little shadow, little shadow | to the night, will you follow me? | closer, shadow, volume strikes | still we're caught between all this sorrow, little shadow | to the night, will you follow me? | hey, shadow, stars, break of dawn | take a turn for stars, to my fantasy | little shadow, to the night, will you follow me? | little shadow, to the night, will you follow me?
plenty of ✖ ms. john soda || you want to go somewhere beyond, going to keep senses apart. you tried to get where you belong, leaving behind parts of your heart. leaving behind parts of your heart. mm, you are wise. mm, you are mine. plenty of, un-voiceless.
annan water ✖ the decemberists || annan water, you loom so deep and wide | I would cross over | if you would stem the tide | build a boat that I might ford the other side | to reach the farther shore where my true love lies | in wait for me | in wait for me | oh gray river | your waters ramble wild | the horses shiver | and bite against the bridle | but I will cross | if my own horse is pulled from me | though my mother cries that if I try | I sure will drowned be | will drowned be | if you cull | and let me pass | you may render me a wreck when I come back | so calm you waves | and slow the churn | and you may have my precious bones on my return
celebration guns ✖ stars || so tomorrow there will be another number | for the one who had a name | a desert wind and a perverse desire to win | history buried in shame | are those beating drums | celebration guns | the thunder and the laughter | the last thing they remember | and then the next day | how will you know your enemy | by their colour or your fear | one by one you can cage them | in your freedom | make them all disappear | goodnight, sleep light, stranger
travel is dangerous ✖ mogwai || who might know of this | the notes we left | our final thoughts | and we knew they'd get us out | sing | sing | drowned by her country | old and she is cursed | and forgotten | never surface again | the air runs out | the captain is first | so we take to memories | and layers of clothes | up there the family waits | and outside we heard hammers | noises sound like the end | and we will never see them | sing | sing | drowned by her country | graved and she is cursed | old and rotten | never surface again
effigy ✖ andrew bird || if you come to find me affable | and build a replica for me | would the idea to you be laughable | of a pale facsimile | so when you come to burn an effigy | it should keep the flies away | when you learn to burn this effigy | it should be | for the hours that slip away | it could be you, it could be me | working the door, drinking for free | carrying on with your conspiracies | filling the room with a sense of unease | fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone | like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone | when one has spent too much time alone | so if you come to burn my effigy | it should keep the flies away | when you learn to burn an effigy it should be | of a man whose lost his way, slips away
heroine ✖ blonde redhead || tell me why talk to lie, tell me why tell me why | oh you were gonna run with me | tell me why talk to lie, tell me why, tell me why | oh you were gonna run with me | show you how, show you how, show you how when to stop | oh you were gonna run with me | roland takes the sea, but he goes without me | roland takes the trip, but he goes without me | roland makes the move, but he goes without me | tell me why, tell me why, tell me why you're the one | oh you were gonna run with me | walk you through, walk you through, I walk you through my story | oh you were gonna run with me
*images from caps by the amazing janine83.