004. Fanmix (A Single Man: George Falconer - Empty Chairs, Empty Tables [EP])
empty chairs, empty tables (a fanmix)
Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
"Empty Chairs at Empty Tables"
mediafire ; 50mb (.rar)
six tracks (mp3) and album art (png)
some songs may contain swearing and/or mature themes.
lyrics
"Like Spinning Plates" - Radiohead
While you make pretty speeches,
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions,
A delicate balance
When this just feels like spinning plates
"Northern Hemispheres" - Dave Wise
[instrumental]
"Love Like a Sunset 1 & 2" - Phoenix
Right where it starts it ends
When did we start the end?
"Oscillate Wildly" - The Smiths
[instrumental]
"Stay Lit" - Holy Fuck
[instrumental]
"Heart in a Cage" - The Strokes
I don't want what you want
I don't feel what you feel
See, I'm stuck in a city
But I belong in a field
notes
I feel like every time I sit down to write out notes about fanmixes they always begin, "This was not the plan, you know, back then, when I was planning," but it's true! It's always true! And this EP, simple though it seems, is no exception. For you see, you see, it was originally going to be an EP for The King's Speech.
But then.
But then, as I do, I decided that the themes and songs were probably just as suited, if not not better, to A Single Man. So that's how that happened. I'm fairly sure I came to this conclusion while waiting for a bus to take me to work at 7:30 in the morning. Most of my decisions seem to involve public transit.
So anyway.
Pretty much, the EP is meant to follow the emotional arc of the film, albeit rather loosely. It starts off confused and distant and muddled and ends, not happily, not really, but passionately. It's not a particularly contented ending, but it is one that is full of life and (somewhat frustrated perhaps) desire.
The secondary theme, if we're going to call it that, deals in isolation and the pervasive feeling of being trapped. The EP is largely instrumental, because so much of who George is is internalized. Wordlessly, he's hidden himself away from all those around him, allowing his true feelings to escape only in fragmented glimpses:
It takes time in the morning for me to become George, time to adjust to what is expected of George and how he is to behave. By the time I have dressed and put the final layer of polish on the now slightly stiff but quite perfect George, I know fully what part I'm suppose to play.
Next post is icons, I swear!