(fanmix) Sherlock Holmes
title. they're rising back up: a Sherlock Holmes and the undead mix
format/size. mp3/zip, 71 MB
summary. for speth's fic "Pea-Souper of the Damned", a Victorian zombie apocalypse fic done for holmes_big_bang. the style of the mix is much in this vein, so there's a lot of creepy notes, desperation and darkness. all the bits accompanying the instrumentals are non-spoilery excerpts from the actual story.
notes. art in mix done with damascus wallpaper texture by =cloaks; old paper & blood texture by ~saykee, both on deviantart.
download zip file
01a silver mt. zion - "sow some lonesome corners so many flowers bloom" (pt. 1)
A familiar thick yellow fog was rolling out and spreading through the city again. It wove between the dark houses and along silent streets that were already hard enough to pick out in the early morning light. To all intents and purposes it seemed to be the London that he knew from early mornings spent at Holmes’ side, pursuing criminals and unraveling mysteries. If he tried hard enough, he could almost convince himself that’s what they were doing now; hiding out, waiting for some villain to reveal himself.
02foals - "blue blood"
You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own.
03swans - "where does a body end?"
The air is black and has no oxygen
The bodies in the river float beneath the sun
Transparent skin, it shines a light from deep within
Where does your body begin?
04david holmes - "no man's land"
He withdrew instead into his own thoughts, hazy memories of Afghanistan coming back to him, for the evening had the same tortuous feeling to it as nights before a battle had always held for the soldiers in their camps. At least in those days, they had been among comrades. Dozens of them, each awaiting the same fate. Now it was just he and Holmes. In that house, in that city and for all they knew in that country.
05modest mouse - "dig your grave"
I'm already diggin', I hope you're dead.
I'm really diggin', I hope you're undead.
06these new puritans - "we want war"
Can't you see them floating like black ash? Can't you feel them crawling down your back?
Can't you feel them breathing down your neck?
07gallows - "last fight for the living dead"
London was swarming with the sick; they roamed in pockets across the city, annihilating one area of all life before moving on to another, until, eventually, everyone had been forced out in one way or another. Those with enough sense and money had fled to the country immediately after the first big outbreak. Some with business interests had tried to hang on during the evacuation, still clinging to the hope that it was a phase, something that would come and go as had previous plagues. But as more people - both workers and customers - left, the factories gradually came to a standstill. Soon the only people left were the very poor, the very brave and the very foolish.
08a perfect circle - "counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums"
The dead lay everywhere; no attempt had been made to bury or remove them. So much blood that it was almost impossible to distinguish the red of the army jacket from the crimson staining a mutilated body.
09bright eyes - "no one would riot for less"
Do you see the sterile soil
Poisoned sky, yellow water
The final scraps of life
Bringing new tears
10fever ray - "keep the streets empty for me"
A lot of hope in one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm
format/size. mp3/zip, 71 MB
summary. for speth's fic "Pea-Souper of the Damned", a Victorian zombie apocalypse fic done for holmes_big_bang. the style of the mix is much in this vein, so there's a lot of creepy notes, desperation and darkness. all the bits accompanying the instrumentals are non-spoilery excerpts from the actual story.
notes. art in mix done with damascus wallpaper texture by =cloaks; old paper & blood texture by ~saykee, both on deviantart.
download zip file
01a silver mt. zion - "sow some lonesome corners so many flowers bloom" (pt. 1)
A familiar thick yellow fog was rolling out and spreading through the city again. It wove between the dark houses and along silent streets that were already hard enough to pick out in the early morning light. To all intents and purposes it seemed to be the London that he knew from early mornings spent at Holmes’ side, pursuing criminals and unraveling mysteries. If he tried hard enough, he could almost convince himself that’s what they were doing now; hiding out, waiting for some villain to reveal himself.
02foals - "blue blood"
You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own.
03swans - "where does a body end?"
The air is black and has no oxygen
The bodies in the river float beneath the sun
Transparent skin, it shines a light from deep within
Where does your body begin?
04david holmes - "no man's land"
He withdrew instead into his own thoughts, hazy memories of Afghanistan coming back to him, for the evening had the same tortuous feeling to it as nights before a battle had always held for the soldiers in their camps. At least in those days, they had been among comrades. Dozens of them, each awaiting the same fate. Now it was just he and Holmes. In that house, in that city and for all they knew in that country.
05modest mouse - "dig your grave"
I'm already diggin', I hope you're dead.
I'm really diggin', I hope you're undead.
06these new puritans - "we want war"
Can't you see them floating like black ash? Can't you feel them crawling down your back?
Can't you feel them breathing down your neck?
07gallows - "last fight for the living dead"
London was swarming with the sick; they roamed in pockets across the city, annihilating one area of all life before moving on to another, until, eventually, everyone had been forced out in one way or another. Those with enough sense and money had fled to the country immediately after the first big outbreak. Some with business interests had tried to hang on during the evacuation, still clinging to the hope that it was a phase, something that would come and go as had previous plagues. But as more people - both workers and customers - left, the factories gradually came to a standstill. Soon the only people left were the very poor, the very brave and the very foolish.
08a perfect circle - "counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums"
The dead lay everywhere; no attempt had been made to bury or remove them. So much blood that it was almost impossible to distinguish the red of the army jacket from the crimson staining a mutilated body.
09bright eyes - "no one would riot for less"
Do you see the sterile soil
Poisoned sky, yellow water
The final scraps of life
Bringing new tears
10fever ray - "keep the streets empty for me"
A lot of hope in one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm