Musik Poste: "Circle Sky - Songs for Silas Adams" CHRISTMAS FOR jesshelga!
Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting jesshelga's Christmas gift-mix - now with 100% more crazy facial hair!
When you're making a mix for a character who exists well and truly before modern music, it's kinda hard. And when you're making a mix for a character who seems to just be waiting for the lights to change (if there were lights in Deadwood), it's kind of even harder. But upon working on this mix for jesshelga, I began to really understand and love Silas Adams - and not just because of the underpants and/or sperm stares from Titus Welliver.
It's only 10 songs long, because he's not exactly a guy who'd hang around for more than he was welcome. But I tried to cover the whole of Silas's life, from fighting in The Civil War to hopefully a happy ending (SILAS/JOANIE OMG).
Come for the facial hair but stay for the overwhemling sound of time that seems to follow Silas wherever he goes, and enjoy.
CIRCLE SKY | Songs for Silas Adams
It's a very extraordinary scene
To those who dont understand
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"And David [Milch] said, 'No, you don't understand. This is a guy who is waiting for his life to begin. He would physically appear to be inactive. But he's waiting. He's waiting for something to happen.'
While that's a very difficult thing to act, it makes perfect sense for the character."
Titus Welliver, Deadwood: Stories of the Black Hills
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For Jessie, in lieu of salmon undah-drawers in person. Merry Christmas. <3
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{1.}
LED ZEPPELIN | In My Time of Dying
I see the smiling faces
I know I must have left some traces
It must have stung, but all he could feel was the mud under his ass. Fucking bullet, right to the shoulder, his hat laying in shit as the infantry ran around him and tried not to fall down beside him. This was how he was going to die, at 25 in a fit of dirt, some enemies slug stuck in his fucking shoulder, the footsteps of cowards ringing in his ears because he’d long gotten used to the sound of warfare.
It wasn't enough time. His eyes started to go hazy, the air thick. It wasn't enough time. It wasn't enough fucking time.
{2.}
IRON & WINE | Peace Beneath The City
A well-dressed boy
And a pig with a bullet in the brain
It’s early morning, and Deadwood’s waking up. Silas moves, breathes, tries to settle, but he’s never been able to fucking relax when there’s work to be done. Three years and countin’ since he’d come here - good days far and few between, better days a long memory and he stares at the ceiling like it’s going to tell him a fucking story or somethin’ so he thinks he better get dressed.
He’ll spend the day at The Gem, waiting, watching, moving, breathing. But he’ll never settle, not entirely, not while the world is awake and he’s still alive.
{3.}
CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL | Bad Moon Rising
Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
“Watch your fucking back,” was what Al would say, every time his three boys headed out into the camp to undertake some sort of deal, or death, or even to get the fucking meat from the cold room. Because he was cautious, Silas knew. But sometimes, at the sides of Al’s eyes, he could see something like a father, like a man watching his boys for the last time, so Silas protected Dan and Johnny like the brothers he knew they’d become, and left the sentimentality in the back of his head where it fucking belonged.
{4.}
GOMEZ | Notice
And I started goin' back
To where I'd been before
The first girl Silas Adams had ever loved had kissed him on the mouth and told him she’d love him until the end of time. Through the trivial courtship, manners and dreams against the night sky, he’d lied and told her the same thing.
When he went to war, she’d cried. But when he came back, she was gone as well.
{5.}
FOO FIGHTERS | Stranger Things Have Happened
You'll dream about somewhere
A smoke will fill the air
Silas watches her cross the mud everyday, maneuvering around the shit and muck with as much composure she can muster. Two months she had been alone, two months every morning she crossed the court the same way, like a Queen or some fucking thing and it was all he could do to remember she was a whore. To him, she's beautiful. Flowery fucking prose, a rose amongst thorns; but he takes a bottle of whisky from behind the counter and drinks himself into thinking that one day, he could marry Joanie Stubbs and she'd never have to cross Deadwood alone, again.
{6.}
THE CRUEL SEA | The Honeymoon is Over
I'm gonna send you back to wherever
The hell it was you came
She had bustled in, skirts falling and her chest heaving and they'd ended up in bed. With best intentions, eyes towards the door he'd been taught to aim for in the company of a young lady, he'd still taken her advances and made them his own; because it was easier, he told himself later as the flame flickered down and her eyes were closed against the dirty room of Farnham's hotel. Because it was easier than trying to understand why she had come in the first place and it made it a helluva lot easier when she drove the fucking, manipulative point home in Al Swearengen's office.
He wasn’t a fucking fool. But she made him one, and that was the worst thing of all.
{7.}
THE BEATLES | Mother Nature's Son
Sit beside a mountain stream
See her waters rise
His Pa was a farmer, his Ma smelt like flour and milk. Days by the stream, his arm sleeves rolled up and the grass under his fingers, he’d watched the water stream over the rocks and then ran home for a full-feed meal.
He wanted to be a hero, so he’d gone to war. And when he came home, his Ma and Pa were gone and there was nothing left but the water streaming over the rocks and the sound of empty houses.
{8.}
CLINT MANSELL | Death is a Disease
Instrumental
The blood’s thick. The air is heady. Chickens fucking sqwaking. Dan’s ahead, face covered by a mask. This is fucking ridiculous. They do it, it’s done. They go back, like kings, but the blood was thick and he wonders why the hell he doesn’t care anymore.
{9.}
HAWKSLEY WORKMAN | General January
Let the enemy
Bludgeon through
“I don’t know what we’re doin’.”
“Neither do I, Miss Stubbs. But we’ll work it out.”
Two of the lost people, she once called them, after Jane left and he was still waiting for something to happen. It didn’t seem like the kind of shit you built a fucking dream on, but it was enough.
Because she understood, and held his hand, and learnt to see beyond the The Gem and he beyond the whore. So they started a life together, and Silas felt like it was more than enough; more than he deserved and on the mornings she smelt like flour and milk he finally felt like something had finally happened, that he was finally fucking home.
{10.}
THE MONKEES | Circle Sky
And it looks like
We've made it once again
The pain hit him, finally, and brought the battlefield back into focus.
This wasn’t enough time. This wasn’t how it was meant to end. It wasn't enough time.
So Silas Adams gathered every piece of fucking strength he had and pulled himself up, grabbed his gun and hunted the fucker who’d shot him and finished the job. Then, and only then, he allowed himself to be carried to the doctors, the pretty nurses, and let himself sleep. Because he had all the time in the fucking world.
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Added Extra: The Silas Theme Song I Couldn't Possibly Justify on This Mix!
You know it's true.
I hope you love it, Jessie. Merry Christmas!
And I am aware I spelt Led Zeppelin wrong on the back cover OKAY.
When you're making a mix for a character who exists well and truly before modern music, it's kinda hard. And when you're making a mix for a character who seems to just be waiting for the lights to change (if there were lights in Deadwood), it's kind of even harder. But upon working on this mix for jesshelga, I began to really understand and love Silas Adams - and not just because of the underpants and/or sperm stares from Titus Welliver.
It's only 10 songs long, because he's not exactly a guy who'd hang around for more than he was welcome. But I tried to cover the whole of Silas's life, from fighting in The Civil War to hopefully a happy ending (SILAS/JOANIE OMG).
Come for the facial hair but stay for the overwhemling sound of time that seems to follow Silas wherever he goes, and enjoy.
CIRCLE SKY | Songs for Silas Adams
It's a very extraordinary scene
To those who dont understand
---
"And David [Milch] said, 'No, you don't understand. This is a guy who is waiting for his life to begin. He would physically appear to be inactive. But he's waiting. He's waiting for something to happen.'
While that's a very difficult thing to act, it makes perfect sense for the character."
Titus Welliver, Deadwood: Stories of the Black Hills
---
For Jessie, in lieu of salmon undah-drawers in person. Merry Christmas. <3
---
DOWNLOAD
{MegaUpload, zip, mp3, 50mb}
---
{1.}
LED ZEPPELIN | In My Time of Dying
I see the smiling faces
I know I must have left some traces
It must have stung, but all he could feel was the mud under his ass. Fucking bullet, right to the shoulder, his hat laying in shit as the infantry ran around him and tried not to fall down beside him. This was how he was going to die, at 25 in a fit of dirt, some enemies slug stuck in his fucking shoulder, the footsteps of cowards ringing in his ears because he’d long gotten used to the sound of warfare.
It wasn't enough time. His eyes started to go hazy, the air thick. It wasn't enough time. It wasn't enough fucking time.
{2.}
IRON & WINE | Peace Beneath The City
A well-dressed boy
And a pig with a bullet in the brain
It’s early morning, and Deadwood’s waking up. Silas moves, breathes, tries to settle, but he’s never been able to fucking relax when there’s work to be done. Three years and countin’ since he’d come here - good days far and few between, better days a long memory and he stares at the ceiling like it’s going to tell him a fucking story or somethin’ so he thinks he better get dressed.
He’ll spend the day at The Gem, waiting, watching, moving, breathing. But he’ll never settle, not entirely, not while the world is awake and he’s still alive.
{3.}
CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL | Bad Moon Rising
Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
“Watch your fucking back,” was what Al would say, every time his three boys headed out into the camp to undertake some sort of deal, or death, or even to get the fucking meat from the cold room. Because he was cautious, Silas knew. But sometimes, at the sides of Al’s eyes, he could see something like a father, like a man watching his boys for the last time, so Silas protected Dan and Johnny like the brothers he knew they’d become, and left the sentimentality in the back of his head where it fucking belonged.
{4.}
GOMEZ | Notice
And I started goin' back
To where I'd been before
The first girl Silas Adams had ever loved had kissed him on the mouth and told him she’d love him until the end of time. Through the trivial courtship, manners and dreams against the night sky, he’d lied and told her the same thing.
When he went to war, she’d cried. But when he came back, she was gone as well.
{5.}
FOO FIGHTERS | Stranger Things Have Happened
You'll dream about somewhere
A smoke will fill the air
Silas watches her cross the mud everyday, maneuvering around the shit and muck with as much composure she can muster. Two months she had been alone, two months every morning she crossed the court the same way, like a Queen or some fucking thing and it was all he could do to remember she was a whore. To him, she's beautiful. Flowery fucking prose, a rose amongst thorns; but he takes a bottle of whisky from behind the counter and drinks himself into thinking that one day, he could marry Joanie Stubbs and she'd never have to cross Deadwood alone, again.
{6.}
THE CRUEL SEA | The Honeymoon is Over
I'm gonna send you back to wherever
The hell it was you came
She had bustled in, skirts falling and her chest heaving and they'd ended up in bed. With best intentions, eyes towards the door he'd been taught to aim for in the company of a young lady, he'd still taken her advances and made them his own; because it was easier, he told himself later as the flame flickered down and her eyes were closed against the dirty room of Farnham's hotel. Because it was easier than trying to understand why she had come in the first place and it made it a helluva lot easier when she drove the fucking, manipulative point home in Al Swearengen's office.
He wasn’t a fucking fool. But she made him one, and that was the worst thing of all.
{7.}
THE BEATLES | Mother Nature's Son
Sit beside a mountain stream
See her waters rise
His Pa was a farmer, his Ma smelt like flour and milk. Days by the stream, his arm sleeves rolled up and the grass under his fingers, he’d watched the water stream over the rocks and then ran home for a full-feed meal.
He wanted to be a hero, so he’d gone to war. And when he came home, his Ma and Pa were gone and there was nothing left but the water streaming over the rocks and the sound of empty houses.
{8.}
CLINT MANSELL | Death is a Disease
Instrumental
The blood’s thick. The air is heady. Chickens fucking sqwaking. Dan’s ahead, face covered by a mask. This is fucking ridiculous. They do it, it’s done. They go back, like kings, but the blood was thick and he wonders why the hell he doesn’t care anymore.
{9.}
HAWKSLEY WORKMAN | General January
Let the enemy
Bludgeon through
“I don’t know what we’re doin’.”
“Neither do I, Miss Stubbs. But we’ll work it out.”
Two of the lost people, she once called them, after Jane left and he was still waiting for something to happen. It didn’t seem like the kind of shit you built a fucking dream on, but it was enough.
Because she understood, and held his hand, and learnt to see beyond the The Gem and he beyond the whore. So they started a life together, and Silas felt like it was more than enough; more than he deserved and on the mornings she smelt like flour and milk he finally felt like something had finally happened, that he was finally fucking home.
{10.}
THE MONKEES | Circle Sky
And it looks like
We've made it once again
The pain hit him, finally, and brought the battlefield back into focus.
This wasn’t enough time. This wasn’t how it was meant to end. It wasn't enough time.
So Silas Adams gathered every piece of fucking strength he had and pulled himself up, grabbed his gun and hunted the fucker who’d shot him and finished the job. Then, and only then, he allowed himself to be carried to the doctors, the pretty nurses, and let himself sleep. Because he had all the time in the fucking world.
---
DOWNLOAD
{MegaUpload, zip, mp3, 50mb}
---
Added Extra: The Silas Theme Song I Couldn't Possibly Justify on This Mix!
Click to viewYou know it's true.
I hope you love it, Jessie. Merry Christmas!
And I am aware I spelt Led Zeppelin wrong on the back cover OKAY.