fanmix: please don't drop bombs on me (cracks)
please don't drop bombs on me. miss g/fiamma. di/fiamma.
track list and link to full mix under the cut.
one. lovely head - goldfrapp
It starts in my belly
Then up to my heart
Into my mouth, I can't keep it shut
Do you recognise, the smell
Is that how you tell us apart
two. she's all mine, i think - pale young gentlemen
I often think on early days
and why I never left this place.
All my young ambitious plans
are buried in these callused hands
three. we could be friends - freelance whales
I am convinced
that we should be friends
We compare our hearts
to things that fly
But cannot land
Please don't put your face into your hands
we could be friends
four. cold, kind and lemon eyes - margot and the nuclear so and so's
Please don't drop bombs on me
I beg of thee
Just leave me in peace
I have cold, kind, and lemon eyes
Oh, lemon eyes
Oh, my God
five. playground love (air cover) - phoenix
I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavor
Love is all, all my soul
You're my playground love
Yet my hands are shaking
I feel my body remains, time's no matter, I'm on fire
On the playground, love
six. blue alert - madeleine peyroux
She comes so close
You feel her in
She tells you no and no again
Your lip is cut on the edge of her pleated skirt
Blue alert
It's just another night I guess
All tangled up in nakedness
You even touch yourself
You're such a flirt
seven. seize the day - wax tailor
Don't you trust, don't you trust, don't you trust, don't you trust, you must trust me, trust me.
Let them burn
Things of cotton
Admire the fire
Things undone
eight. don't forget to breathe - bitter:sweet
Don't forget to breathe
Our love will be redeemed
And when you take my hand
You'll know exactly where I am
I hear you calling to me
See you but you can't see me
We never said our goodbyes
So dark and lonely your eyes
You'll always be in my heart
There is no death to us part
nine. get me away from here, i'm dying - belle and sebastian
Get me away from here, I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way
You could either be successful or be us
ten. we both go down together - the decemberists
I laid you down in the grass of a clearing
You wept, but your soul was willing
and oh, my love. my love.
and oh, my love. my love.
We both go down together.
eleven. our hell - emily haines & the soft skeleton.
What I thought was in is missing out
What I thought it was it isn’t now
There’s a pattern in the system
There’s a bullet in the gun
That’s why I tried to save you
But it can’t be done.
full mix here.