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coppertone said, "Has Vienna Teng ever in her life written a song that can not be applied to elves?" If you are me, this is clearly a challenge. And I am pleased to announce, one that I have won. Therefore, not quite a fanmix, but something like it? Includes all the songs from all four of her released albums - but I was kind to myself and didn't include covers.
PEOPLE
Nothing Without You
Ambarussa, the one who survives.
Oh call my name.
You know my name.
And in that sound, everything will change.
Tell me it won't always be this hard.
I am nothing without you, but I don't know who you are.
White Light
Feanorians and their fatal mistakes.
If you knew it was wrong why did you do it
You don't know, you didn't mean to, it slipped your mind
And it feels so good to feed a habit
You're just making the most of your borrowed time
Grandmother Song
Finarfin disapproves of his progeny's decision.
Oh girl your story's all wrong
Your dream'll be a nightmare before too long
Turning thirty and still trying to sing your songs
Come on who do you think you are
The Tower
Galadriel. Uh?
She turns up the light
Anticipating night falling tenderly around her
Watches the dusk
The words won't come
Momentum
Galadriel, again. There are a lot of songs for her here, actually.
All I'm asking is to be alive
For once
Always I am mistaken
I look for love, I find a stone
Of all the seasons, winter befriends me
Between
Maglor and his doubts.
There once was a time I was sure of the bond
When my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough
We are the same but our lives move along
And the third one between replaces what once was love
Say Uncle
Maeglin, the survivor.
These days everyone cries, "say uncle"
They want to touch your spirit lest it die
For this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
To form a healing circle for our new demise
Drought
Galadriel needs a bit of a break please now?
And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
How much longer dear angels
Let winterlight come
And spread your white sheets over my empty house
Soon Love Soon
Lullaby for Maeglin of things to come.
There'll be a fire burning in the temple of our peace
(Soon love soon)
There'll be the soaring voice for a silent plea
(Soon love soon)
We will hold a broken circle and begin to pray
(Soon love soon)
We will find a black and white in the grey
Lullaby for a Stormy Night
Fingolfin as Papa. What's that you say?
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning
Hope on Fire
Feanorian cheer hopes for success.
Gotta fight gotta strike
'cause there's no turning away
From what you don't want to know
Gotta see gotta be
If they're all going astray
Don't let them take you in tow
Mission Street
Maedhros, who alone stood aside, but ultimately leads.
And my hands are cold tonight
I'm sleepless in this dark
Forgetting what it was I came to find
And it seems that I've been wrong
More than I've been right
My Medea
Maeglin, from all perspectives.
For I must die for what I've done
A twist of fate a desert sun
For I see what I destroy
Sweet reflection knife into me
For I see what I destroy
I can see what I've begun
Shasta (Carrie’s Song)
Aredhel? This was one of the harder ones, but early pregnancy might have been a little bit of a shock, yes?
And you can't go back but you're going back
And you don't know what you'll say
You've got half-formed sentences
Explanations for a life half-broken away
Anna Rose
Elwing as a child.
Anna Rose sleep well tonight
The stars are dancing on the carpet of the sky
Time to close your wondering eyes
Where I see the sleepiness creeping
Passage
Miriel, consumed by all her son took from her.
My tree drinks melted snow
Just eight feet tall a pale and fragile thing
Bee stings beaches bright vacations
Sunburnt high-school graduations
A sparrow healing from a broken wing
This year a glimpse of second chances
Tiny apples on my tree's branches
The Atheist Christmas Carol
Angrod and his...optimism? Who knows what to call it? Not really quite optimism.
It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear
Not alone in the dark
PAIRINGS
Blue Caravan
Aredhel re: Celegorm, when she doesn’t find him where he should be.
Blue blue caravan
Winding down to the valley of lights
My true love is a man
Who would hold me for ten thousand nights
In the wild wild wailing of wind
He's a house 'neath a soft yellow moon.
So blue blue caravan
Won't you carry me down to him soon
Whatever You Want
Aredhel/Eol.
But in the night she leaves the papers in a tiny pile: evidence for her reasons.
And in the night he takes the main accounts and pulls the files, detailing every treason.
I am the last one you'd ever suspect of setting the fire, of setting the fire.
But as you switch on your TV tomorrow morning, you'll hear me saying quietly:
Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me.
Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me.
Love Turns 40
Feanor/Nerdanel
Don't go, she says, but he's sleeping
She says it to herself
Don't go, she sees herself rising
Packing her suitcase with all of her shoes
But something keeps you faithful
When all else in you turns and runs
I Don’t Feel So Well
Aredhel/Celegorm or Feanor/Nerdanel
I saw it begin to dawn on us both
That somehow it wasn't suprising
And so you're preparing to swear every oath
And all the while I'm realizing
City Hall
Beren/Luthien, during the golden years.
Oh, me and my baby driving down
To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
Oh, me and my baby stand in line
You've never seen a sight so fine
As the love that's gonna shine
At city hall
Transcontinental, 1:30 AM
Fingon/Maedhros, particularly after Thangorodrim and rescue thereof.
Wait, wait, wait my love
Just one more thought
Wait, wait, wait my love
I haven't got time in my life
To watch you drift out to sea, so
Please wait
Now Three
Galadriel/Fingon - mostly in the tone, more than the lyrics.
Dreams of rain in sheets,
Dreams of ice and wings.
So delicate, these things.
Love, love, love is a word so small.
let it fill up, up, up 'til I can't see at all.
I want to be blind, only my hands to guide me.
bring all of you inside me.
The Last Snowfall
Feanor/Nerdanel
This is not the last snowfall
Not our last embrace
But if I were that kind of grateful
What would I try to say?
Antebellum
Aredhel/Celegorm
I know the border lines we drew between us
Keep the weapons down,
Keep the wounded safe;
I know our antebellum innocence
Was never meant to see the light of our armistice day.
Kansas
Daeron/Maglor
It's not regret
Just an unexpected accounting of debts
Only now called
No it's not regret
Just remembrance is all
In Another Life
Aegnor/Andreth, largely based on the fic “Her Eyes.”
In another life
I was married at thirteen
You were killed at twenty-one
On a minor battlefield
I was buried beside my second stillborn child
My last thought it seemed
A fever dream
Stray Italian Greyhound
Beren/Luthien, in the early, exhilarating first days.
What do I do
With a love that won’t sit still
Won't do what it's told
What do I do
With a love that won't sit still
Augustine
Idril/Tuor
Oh now I'm breaking down,
Every illusion in between
All the lies that I have seen
Oh let me be your Augustine
St. Stephen’s Cross
Earendil/Elwing, specifically when he is sailing and she swoons on his deck.
She found him standing, looking lost
In the shadow of St. Stephen's cross,
And he closed his eyes and heard no sound
But her breathing warm against his mouth.
Gravity
Aredhel/Eol, some days only.
Look love
They've given up believing
They've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall
But don't you believe them
Don't you drink their poison too
These are the scars that words have carved
On me
Daughter
Celegorm and Galadriel. Because it’s my pet secondary ship.
Did you know you're so beautiful
On the edge of summer
That years from now
I'll cry to remember
How very close you were
Knowing this will I reach for you
Enough to Go By
Feanor/Nerdanel
Would it be enough to go by
If we could sail on the wind and the dark
Cut those chains in the middle of the night
That had you pulled apart
Unwritten Letter #1
Caranthir/Angrod >.> Or Caranthir/Haleth, really.
Nightfall we're brushing past your town
Destination not you my one
The driver doesn't know way down
How deep these bright-eyed feelings run
I've no intention of confessing today
I need to make distance a while
Eric’s Song
Aredhel/Celegorm
And of course I forgive
I've seen how you live
Like a phoenix you rise from the ashes
You pick up the pieces
And the ghosts in the attic
They never quite leave
And of course I forgive
You've seen how I live
I've got darkness and fears to appease
My voices and analogies
Ambitions like ribbons
Worn bright on my sleeve
Harbor
Amarië/Fingolfin
Sail your sea
Meet your storm
All I want is to be your harbor
The light in me
Will guide you home
All I want is to be your harbor
Shine
Aredhel/Celegorm
Shine with all the untold
Hold the light given unto you
Find the love to unfold
In this broken world we choose
Homecoming
Aegnor/Andreth
I switch off the lights and imagine that waitress outlined in the bed
Her hair falling all around me
I smile and shake my head
Well we all write our own endings
And we all have our own scars
But tonight I think I see what it's all about
Recessional
Aegnor/Andreth, even more based on “Her Eyes.”
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time?
Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound.
"Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..."
EVENTS
Feather Moon
Ainulindalë
Feather moon
Scarlet sky
Living clouds
My blinded eye
Waters black
Wood in snow
Dead of night
How bright you glow
1 BR/1 BA:
Noldor in Beleriand.
My little flock of boxes and I
surrounded by a painted-white unknown.
Soon as this wall in my heart comes down,
I'm gonna make it feel like home.
Pontchartrain
Alqualondë
Darling,
Lake Pontchartrain is haunted:
Bones without names, photographs framed in reeds.
Darling,
What blood our veins are holding.
The overpass frozen, fires ablaze at sea.
Who drew the line?
Who drew the line that cuts to the skin, buries me in?
Tell me who drew the line.
Darling, don't close your eyes.
No Gringo
Sindar vs. Noldor. :D
Oh Arizona's burning
They say the fence turned round
Now the razor wire keeps us out
Watershed
Helcaraxë
While you were building your empires
I was still sleeping
I was still sleeping
While you were setting your woods afire
I was still dreaming
I was still dreaming
Decade and One
The Ruin of the House of Feanor
Ebony glowing by the window there
As always
Fingers kissed the keys oh so tenderly
Cool ivory returned in kind
I thought of anger and adulation
And the taste of dreams realized
And the waste dreams realized leave behind
Empty
Awakening of Elves
Radio
Celebrimbor and Sauron because I’m a bad person. That is, the former’s death.
I'm sorry Mama
I held on for as long as I could
I'm sorry Papa
There was nothing more I could do
It's just the radio darling,
Just the radio and your runaway imagination
Just the radio darling
We can turn away to another station
Post of actual substance later. As you can see by the lack of shiny cover art, I pretty much have no. energy. And also have to drive my sister to the ferry. This is my excited face, I'm sure you can just tell. (Also, time waster of the hour: Text Twist. Cannot. Stop. Playing. Dammit.)
PEOPLE
Nothing Without You
Ambarussa, the one who survives.
Oh call my name.
You know my name.
And in that sound, everything will change.
Tell me it won't always be this hard.
I am nothing without you, but I don't know who you are.
White Light
Feanorians and their fatal mistakes.
If you knew it was wrong why did you do it
You don't know, you didn't mean to, it slipped your mind
And it feels so good to feed a habit
You're just making the most of your borrowed time
Grandmother Song
Finarfin disapproves of his progeny's decision.
Oh girl your story's all wrong
Your dream'll be a nightmare before too long
Turning thirty and still trying to sing your songs
Come on who do you think you are
The Tower
Galadriel. Uh?
She turns up the light
Anticipating night falling tenderly around her
Watches the dusk
The words won't come
Momentum
Galadriel, again. There are a lot of songs for her here, actually.
All I'm asking is to be alive
For once
Always I am mistaken
I look for love, I find a stone
Of all the seasons, winter befriends me
Between
Maglor and his doubts.
There once was a time I was sure of the bond
When my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough
We are the same but our lives move along
And the third one between replaces what once was love
Say Uncle
Maeglin, the survivor.
These days everyone cries, "say uncle"
They want to touch your spirit lest it die
For this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
To form a healing circle for our new demise
Drought
Galadriel needs a bit of a break please now?
And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
How much longer dear angels
Let winterlight come
And spread your white sheets over my empty house
Soon Love Soon
Lullaby for Maeglin of things to come.
There'll be a fire burning in the temple of our peace
(Soon love soon)
There'll be the soaring voice for a silent plea
(Soon love soon)
We will hold a broken circle and begin to pray
(Soon love soon)
We will find a black and white in the grey
Lullaby for a Stormy Night
Fingolfin as Papa. What's that you say?
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning
Hope on Fire
Feanorian cheer hopes for success.
Gotta fight gotta strike
'cause there's no turning away
From what you don't want to know
Gotta see gotta be
If they're all going astray
Don't let them take you in tow
Mission Street
Maedhros, who alone stood aside, but ultimately leads.
And my hands are cold tonight
I'm sleepless in this dark
Forgetting what it was I came to find
And it seems that I've been wrong
More than I've been right
My Medea
Maeglin, from all perspectives.
For I must die for what I've done
A twist of fate a desert sun
For I see what I destroy
Sweet reflection knife into me
For I see what I destroy
I can see what I've begun
Shasta (Carrie’s Song)
Aredhel? This was one of the harder ones, but early pregnancy might have been a little bit of a shock, yes?
And you can't go back but you're going back
And you don't know what you'll say
You've got half-formed sentences
Explanations for a life half-broken away
Anna Rose
Elwing as a child.
Anna Rose sleep well tonight
The stars are dancing on the carpet of the sky
Time to close your wondering eyes
Where I see the sleepiness creeping
Passage
Miriel, consumed by all her son took from her.
My tree drinks melted snow
Just eight feet tall a pale and fragile thing
Bee stings beaches bright vacations
Sunburnt high-school graduations
A sparrow healing from a broken wing
This year a glimpse of second chances
Tiny apples on my tree's branches
The Atheist Christmas Carol
Angrod and his...optimism? Who knows what to call it? Not really quite optimism.
It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear
Not alone in the dark
PAIRINGS
Blue Caravan
Aredhel re: Celegorm, when she doesn’t find him where he should be.
Blue blue caravan
Winding down to the valley of lights
My true love is a man
Who would hold me for ten thousand nights
In the wild wild wailing of wind
He's a house 'neath a soft yellow moon.
So blue blue caravan
Won't you carry me down to him soon
Whatever You Want
Aredhel/Eol.
But in the night she leaves the papers in a tiny pile: evidence for her reasons.
And in the night he takes the main accounts and pulls the files, detailing every treason.
I am the last one you'd ever suspect of setting the fire, of setting the fire.
But as you switch on your TV tomorrow morning, you'll hear me saying quietly:
Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me.
Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me.
Love Turns 40
Feanor/Nerdanel
Don't go, she says, but he's sleeping
She says it to herself
Don't go, she sees herself rising
Packing her suitcase with all of her shoes
But something keeps you faithful
When all else in you turns and runs
I Don’t Feel So Well
Aredhel/Celegorm or Feanor/Nerdanel
I saw it begin to dawn on us both
That somehow it wasn't suprising
And so you're preparing to swear every oath
And all the while I'm realizing
City Hall
Beren/Luthien, during the golden years.
Oh, me and my baby driving down
To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
Oh, me and my baby stand in line
You've never seen a sight so fine
As the love that's gonna shine
At city hall
Transcontinental, 1:30 AM
Fingon/Maedhros, particularly after Thangorodrim and rescue thereof.
Wait, wait, wait my love
Just one more thought
Wait, wait, wait my love
I haven't got time in my life
To watch you drift out to sea, so
Please wait
Now Three
Galadriel/Fingon - mostly in the tone, more than the lyrics.
Dreams of rain in sheets,
Dreams of ice and wings.
So delicate, these things.
Love, love, love is a word so small.
let it fill up, up, up 'til I can't see at all.
I want to be blind, only my hands to guide me.
bring all of you inside me.
The Last Snowfall
Feanor/Nerdanel
This is not the last snowfall
Not our last embrace
But if I were that kind of grateful
What would I try to say?
Antebellum
Aredhel/Celegorm
I know the border lines we drew between us
Keep the weapons down,
Keep the wounded safe;
I know our antebellum innocence
Was never meant to see the light of our armistice day.
Kansas
Daeron/Maglor
It's not regret
Just an unexpected accounting of debts
Only now called
No it's not regret
Just remembrance is all
In Another Life
Aegnor/Andreth, largely based on the fic “Her Eyes.”
In another life
I was married at thirteen
You were killed at twenty-one
On a minor battlefield
I was buried beside my second stillborn child
My last thought it seemed
A fever dream
Stray Italian Greyhound
Beren/Luthien, in the early, exhilarating first days.
What do I do
With a love that won’t sit still
Won't do what it's told
What do I do
With a love that won't sit still
Augustine
Idril/Tuor
Oh now I'm breaking down,
Every illusion in between
All the lies that I have seen
Oh let me be your Augustine
St. Stephen’s Cross
Earendil/Elwing, specifically when he is sailing and she swoons on his deck.
She found him standing, looking lost
In the shadow of St. Stephen's cross,
And he closed his eyes and heard no sound
But her breathing warm against his mouth.
Gravity
Aredhel/Eol, some days only.
Look love
They've given up believing
They've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall
But don't you believe them
Don't you drink their poison too
These are the scars that words have carved
On me
Daughter
Celegorm and Galadriel. Because it’s my pet secondary ship.
Did you know you're so beautiful
On the edge of summer
That years from now
I'll cry to remember
How very close you were
Knowing this will I reach for you
Enough to Go By
Feanor/Nerdanel
Would it be enough to go by
If we could sail on the wind and the dark
Cut those chains in the middle of the night
That had you pulled apart
Unwritten Letter #1
Caranthir/Angrod >.> Or Caranthir/Haleth, really.
Nightfall we're brushing past your town
Destination not you my one
The driver doesn't know way down
How deep these bright-eyed feelings run
I've no intention of confessing today
I need to make distance a while
Eric’s Song
Aredhel/Celegorm
And of course I forgive
I've seen how you live
Like a phoenix you rise from the ashes
You pick up the pieces
And the ghosts in the attic
They never quite leave
And of course I forgive
You've seen how I live
I've got darkness and fears to appease
My voices and analogies
Ambitions like ribbons
Worn bright on my sleeve
Harbor
Amarië/Fingolfin
Sail your sea
Meet your storm
All I want is to be your harbor
The light in me
Will guide you home
All I want is to be your harbor
Shine
Aredhel/Celegorm
Shine with all the untold
Hold the light given unto you
Find the love to unfold
In this broken world we choose
Homecoming
Aegnor/Andreth
I switch off the lights and imagine that waitress outlined in the bed
Her hair falling all around me
I smile and shake my head
Well we all write our own endings
And we all have our own scars
But tonight I think I see what it's all about
Recessional
Aegnor/Andreth, even more based on “Her Eyes.”
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time?
Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound.
"Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..."
EVENTS
Feather Moon
Ainulindalë
Feather moon
Scarlet sky
Living clouds
My blinded eye
Waters black
Wood in snow
Dead of night
How bright you glow
1 BR/1 BA:
Noldor in Beleriand.
My little flock of boxes and I
surrounded by a painted-white unknown.
Soon as this wall in my heart comes down,
I'm gonna make it feel like home.
Pontchartrain
Alqualondë
Darling,
Lake Pontchartrain is haunted:
Bones without names, photographs framed in reeds.
Darling,
What blood our veins are holding.
The overpass frozen, fires ablaze at sea.
Who drew the line?
Who drew the line that cuts to the skin, buries me in?
Tell me who drew the line.
Darling, don't close your eyes.
No Gringo
Sindar vs. Noldor. :D
Oh Arizona's burning
They say the fence turned round
Now the razor wire keeps us out
Watershed
Helcaraxë
While you were building your empires
I was still sleeping
I was still sleeping
While you were setting your woods afire
I was still dreaming
I was still dreaming
Decade and One
The Ruin of the House of Feanor
Ebony glowing by the window there
As always
Fingers kissed the keys oh so tenderly
Cool ivory returned in kind
I thought of anger and adulation
And the taste of dreams realized
And the waste dreams realized leave behind
Empty
Awakening of Elves
Radio
Celebrimbor and Sauron because I’m a bad person. That is, the former’s death.
I'm sorry Mama
I held on for as long as I could
I'm sorry Papa
There was nothing more I could do
It's just the radio darling,
Just the radio and your runaway imagination
Just the radio darling
We can turn away to another station
Post of actual substance later. As you can see by the lack of shiny cover art, I pretty much have no. energy. And also have to drive my sister to the ferry. This is my excited face, I'm sure you can just tell. (Also, time waster of the hour: Text Twist. Cannot. Stop. Playing. Dammit.)