the riverbed has married me | a mix for edmure tully and roslin frey
the riverbed has married me | a mix for edmure tully and roslin frey
i. THREE WISHES | the pierces; we'd be so less fragile if we were made from metal and our hearts from iron and our bones from steel, and if we could build an armor for our tenders bodies, could we love each other, could we try to feel
ii. YOU WERE A KINDNESS | the national; i was in a fog, i didn't notice everything was coming all apart inside of me, there wasn't any way for anyone to settle in, you made a slow disaster out of me, there's a radiant darkness upon us, i don't want you to worry, i was careful but nothing is harmless, baby, you better hurry, you were a kindness when i was stranger, i didn't ask for what i didn't need, everything's weird and we're always in danger, why would you shatter somebody like me, it doesn't work that way, wanting not to want you won't make it so, it doesn't work that way, don't leave me here alone
iii. TUCK THE DARKNESS IN | bowerbirds; well, the light was rust, the cold was in our knees, and our breath poured over the golden fields, though i could not know then, we'd have but few times like these, with all the good smoke inbetween
iv. FAMILY TREE | tv on the radio; oh take my hand, sweet, complete your release, unbury your feet, and married we'll be, alone in receiving, ours is the feeling, not that they would see, they don't know what we could be, down where your cradle escaped the see, and your raven haired mama caught told-you-sos, we're hanging in the shadow of your family tree, your haunted heart and me, brought down by an old idea whose time has come, and in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree, there's a hundred hearts or three, pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep them young
v. ROSLYN | bon iver and st vincent; up in your turret, aren't we just terrified, shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find, don't let it fool you, don't let it fool you down, dancing around, folds in her gown, sea and the rock below, cocked to the undertow, bones blood and teeth erode, they will be crashing low, wings wouldn't help you, wings wouldn't help you down, down towards the ground, gravity smiled, you are barely blinking, wagging your face around, when did this just become become a mortal home, won't won't won't won't won't let you talk me, won't let you talk me down, we'll pull it taut, nothing let out
vi. HOPE IN THE AIR | laura marling; i have seen men provoked, and i have watched lives revoked, and i looked at my life and i choked, and from there, no more ever i spoke, why fear death, be scared of living, our hearts are small and ever thinning, there is no hope ever of winning, so why fear death, be scared of living, but i won't give up that quick, my life is a candle and a wick, you can put it out but you can't break it down, in the end we are waiting to be lit, there's hope in the air, there's hope in the water, but no hope for me, your last serving daughter
vii. HUNTING MY DRESS | jesca hoop; you love me in my dreams, it's easier when i'm fast asleep, but i don't want you to come to me anymore, the riverbed has married me, so i don't want you to come to me anymore
viii. TWO HUNGRY BLACKBIRDDS | samuel beam; lovers accustomed to tragedy, see every kiss in the window across the street, breezes and blessings passing by, i'm in the shade of the dogwood tree, not the one where you told your name to me, two hungry blackbirds land nearby, if i could be over you when the sky starts falling, would you be happy under me, if i could be under you when the earth starts burning, could you be trusted over me, spoke to a mother whose baby drowned, gave me advice, or a rumour she once heard, heaven's a distance not a place, gave her an ear of the corn we grew, you were away, but she gave her thanks to you, that was a year ago come may, if i could be over you when the sky starts falling, would you be smothered under me, if i could be under you when the earth start's burning, would you be crying over me, i could hear kids in the yard next door, cats in the brush when the calender fell down, wait by the shade tree one more year, poetry tempered with tragedy, tempted and pulled when you cry upon my sleeve, two flocks of blackbirds meet the air
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