long-distance melody [log/wip]

[NELL DOE DALE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2f2f2f;] soundtrack VIENNA BY THE FRAY. "The day's last one-way ticket train pulls in. We smile for the casual closure capturing. There goes the downpour, there goes my fare thee well. There's really no way to reach me. There's really no way to reach me. There's really no way to reach me cause I'm already gone. There's so many words that we can say, spoken upon long-distance melody. This is my hello. This is my goodness. There's really no way to reach me. There's really no way to reach me. There's really no way to reach me cause I'm already gone. Maybe in five or ten yours and mine will meet again, straighten this whole thing out. Maybe then honesty need not be feared as a friend or an enemy. But this is the distance, and this is my game face. There's really no way to reach me. There's really no way to reach me. Is there really no way to reach me? Am I already gone? So this is your maverick. This is Vienna." LITTLE MOTEL BY MODEST MOUSE "I hope that you like it in your little motel, and I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well. Well I can see it as time and a sight through smell and that's why it's nice to be by yourself. Cause that's what I'm waiting for, that's what I'm waiting for, that's what i'm waiting for aren't i? ... We treat mishaps like sinking ships and I know that I don't wanna be out to drift. Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and they both tell me that we're better than this. ... We trade tit for tat like that for this, and I don't think there was an insult that was missed. I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and I'm very sorry. The remainders of a shooting star landed directly on our broke-down little car. Before then we had made a wish that we would be missed if one or another just did not exist." THE SEA IS A GOOD PLACE TO THINK OF THE FUTURE BY LOS CAMPESINOS! "She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders waiting for the tide to drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore. This thing hurts like hell but what did you expect? And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart. And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course. But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me. Five hundred behind. A thousand years in perfect symmetry. ... A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea with the salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier. You may look down at your model's feet and wish that you’d just float away and the weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey so the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world. But to the left side and the right side, either way is a crazy golf course. The sea is a good place to think of the future. And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart. And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course. But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me. Five hundred behind. A thousand years in perfect symmetry. A thousand years no getting rid of me. A thousand years in perfect symmetry." THE BRONX BY REGINA SPEKTOR "You know there's a legend and it goes like this, if you kiss the lamppost between 224th street and 225th in the Bronx when it's a full moon you’ll be granted three wishes, but nobody does it. They don't believe in magical realism in the Bronx, they don't even believe it exists in other places, but especially not in the Bronx. Come downstairs now, I'm buzzing you. It's a full moon, our wishes will come true soon. Do you know what I'd wish for? Do you know what I'd wish for? Do you know what I’d wish for? Do you know what I'd wish for?" BOOMBOX BY THE LONELY ISLAND "The big apple, where people never dance. Spirits go down while profits expand. The cops or the dealers, who's got the juice? The street benders peddling their boiled goose. So many types of people will never get along till I bust out my boombox and play this song. The music washed away all the hate and society started advancing. Every demographic was represented. It was a rainbow coalition of dancing. Whoa! Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman. Transport now to an old folks home where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones. The orderlies are stealing, there's no excuse. Everyday for lunch they eat boiled goose. So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo base and what happened next was a total disgrace. Everybody started having sex. The music was way too powerful. A bunch of old people fucking like rabbits. It was disgusting to say the least. A boombox can change the world. You gotta know your limits with a boombox. This was a cautionary tale, a boombox is not a toy." LAMBORGHINI ANGELS BY LUPE FIASCO "I see diamond-flooded demons, Lamborghini angels...With her eyes to the ceiling and a needle in her brain. He looks back into the crowd, wipes the blood and then explains how she slipped from this existence to the realm of the deranged. Her becoming must be halted to reverse what she became. From the looseness of her tongue, to the pollution of her aims. To do nothing is barbaric, the solution is humane. You must destroy the mind and hopefully retrain. You torture out the wildness, then replace it with the tame. Blank slate when she recovers, she won't even know her name. Perfect wife and perfect lover, no resistance, no complaints. May God bless the scientific cure for the insane. Knew she couldn't go to school, but she thought that that should change."