Subject: Richard Siken's poetry anthology, Crush
Notes: Made for ravanna for the mixtape exchange. Prompt was "A mix representing the atmosphere of his poems." Um, I could probably write a solid 1000 words on why I picked these songs and made this art and chose this formatting to represent said atmosphere. I may still write that essay, but hopefully my reasoning gets across anyway.
Stats: Mix contains front and back covers, individual uploads of thirteen songs, and a .zip of all songs.
Important!!!: Per the exchange rules, links to uploads have been changed from http to hxxp. So make sure you change the links back. Enjoy! And remember- feedback is good karma. <3
You Are a Runner and I am my Father's Son - Jason Bajada
I was a hero
early in the morning
I ain't no hero
in the night
and I'll build a house inside of you
I'll go in through the mouth
I'll draw three figures on your heart
one of them will be me as a boy
one of them will be me
one of them will be me watching you run
Red Right Ankle - Colin Meloy
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snubbed you
And some just laid around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some, they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
He Doesn't Know Why - Fleet Foxes
Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long
I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong
See your rugged hands and a silver knife
Twenty dollars in your hand makes you hold so tight
All the evidence of your vagrant life
My brother you were born
Black - Okkervil River
Night is falling to the ground,
but I can still see where you loved yourself
before he tore it all down. April 12th,
with nobody else around; you were outside the house
when he put you in the car,
when he took you down the road.
And I can still see where it was open,
the door he slammed closed.
But don't lose me now, don't lose me now.
Though I know that I'm not useful anyhow,
just let me stick around while I tell you, like before,
you should say his name the way that he said yours.
For Real - Okkervil River
And I really miss what really did exist
When I held your throat so tight
And I miss the bus as it swerved from us
Almost came crashing to its side
Sometimes the blood from real cuts
Feels real nice
When it's really mine
And if you want it to be real
Come over for one night
'Cause there's nothing quite like the blinding light
That curtains cast aside
I'm on Fire - A.A. Bondy
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife,
baby, edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul
The First Law of Thermodynamics - Lovers
And how your love is like a vulture.
And now it's circling around
and it makes the sweetest sound.
"I will be wanted. I will be wanted."
And it feeds off what is dead.
How your love is like a vulture;
It feeds off what is dead.
Being in Love - Songs:Ohia
Being in love
Means you are completely broken
Then put back together
The one piece that was yours
Is beating in your lover's breast
Baby Blue Sedan - Modest Mouse
Sad song, last dance and no one knows who the band was
And Henry, you danced like a wooden Indian
Except this one mattered and I felt it had a spirit
And I shot the story because I didn't hear it that way
And it's hard to be a human being
And it's harder as anything else
And I'm lonesome when you're around
And I'm never lonesome when I'm by myself
And I miss you when you're around
The Next Time You Say Forever - Neko Case
Driving music, drowning the sound
Waltzing with the hairs upon my arms
And your fight-or-flight alarm
And you tremble and you stumble
And you scrape up your palms
I can't stay here to hold your hand
I've been away for so long
I've lost my taste for home
Winter Takes a Lover - Lovers
no moonlight escapes when the night needs a light source.
the look on your face when you loved what I stood for,
your smell and your taste like a note on the front door.
a letter to say "I miss those sad arms of yours."
like a one kid army of the good witch,
all alone I raise my first as I ride on my bike around
your neighborhood and shout, "Make me pure. Make my heart good."
Lived in Bars - Cat Power
There's nothing like living in a bottle
And nothing like ending it all for the world
We're so glad you will come back
Poison Oak - Bright Eyes
Poison oak, some boyhood bravery
When the telephone was a tin can on a string
And I fell asleep with you still talking to me
You said you weren't afraid to die
In Polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes
Were you made ashamed?
Why did you lock them in the drawer?
And I don't think that I ever loved you more
And I never thought this life was possible
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for