shame & fortune.

[panicking]

shame & fortune
a (gentle-toned) alois trancy fanmix

apple for evan - arrah and the ferns

the wind rushes you backwards
after twenty years you had hoped it would
is it too late now, or is it only getting dark out?

you say her name like one would
read the bible each night
before drifting off to sleep, to spring you heavenward

but what is it about her
that makes all your synapses go crazy inside your brain?
what is it that makes you complain to me?

you should be warned, flowers will change her
girls befriend snakes when they want their way
you should be told of adam and eve;
a girl will deceive if you give her an apple

keep in mind, like heavy drinks
she's hard to keep down
will you regret saying it too much to her tonight?

when you wake up in shame, sweat beading off your face,
your stomach out of place, feel the cold tiles of the bathroom floor

could you want it any more, could you want it any more?
could you want her any more, could you want her any more?


mi corazón - entertainment for the braindead

this is a fragile body
it is made of flesh and bone
this is a fragile heart and
it is to be left alone

this is a barren body
it is made of wood and stone
this is a barren heart and
it is to be left alone

of course you can have my heart
i don't know how to use it anyway
i wrap it up in tissue paper for you
to keep it or throw it away, throw it away
throw it away, throw it away

of course you can have my heart, if you want
just cut it loose and pull it out and leave
i'm glad if you take it away from me
this stupid thing's caused nothing but mischief
it caused me nothing but mischief, it caused me nothing but mischief
caused me nothing but mischief

of course you can have my heart, i beg you
just take it and bury it someplace
i press my heel to the ground
to hear its trembling sound, i
will press my heel to the ground
to hear the muffled pounding
dying away, dying away
dying away, dying away

this is a fragile body
it is made of flesh and bone
this is a fragile heart and
it is to be left alone

this is a barren body
it is made of wood and stone
this is a barren heart and
it is to be left alone


tears in the typing pool - broadcast

succumb to the line
the finishing time
the long distance runner
has stopped on the corner
but i won't give up
although i've stopped too

before the end of me and you
the patchwork explains
the land is unchanged

interpret the rooms
my tears in the typing pool
the letters are sighing
the ink is still drying
i told you the truth
and now i sigh too

the page turns on me and you
across that white plain
the land is unchanged


i'm not calling you a liar - florence + the machine

i'm not calling you a liar;
just don't lie to me
i'm not calling you a thief;
just don't steal from me
i'm not calling you a ghost;
just stop haunting me
and i love you so much
i'm gonna let you kill me

there's a ghost in my lungs
and it sighs in my sleep,
wraps itself around my tongue
as it softly speaks
then it walks, then it walks with my legs

to fall, to fall, to fall at your feet

oh, but for the grace of god, go on

and when you kiss me, i'm happy enough to die

i'm not calling you a liar;
just don't lie to me
and i'll love you so much
i'm gonna let you—
i'm not calling you a thief;
just stop
and i love you so much,
i'm gonna let you, oh
i'm not calling you a ghost;
just stop

there's a ghost in my mouth, and it talks in my sleep
wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks
then it walks, then it walks
then it walks with my legs

to fall
at your feet

oh, but for the grace of god, go on
and when you kiss me, i am happy enough


the boys are too refined - the hush sound

the boys who kiss and bite,
they are the brilliant ones
who speak and write with silver luck
they sing in clever tongues
oh, how my knees go weak to be the one
she kicks and bucks

always quick to follow
the boys are too refined
won't matter tomorrow
oh, to be in his mind

and if the timing is right
to sneak off into the night
i'll let myself be taken just for the thrill
and if I'm given the chance
to be a doll in his hands
i will be sure we shake the mountains while we dance

to daddy, singing sweet
a lullaby to all his credit speak
his golden light
to the edge with a car
he sent it off a cliff just for the spark
to hell with why

always quick to follow
the boys are too refined
won't matter tomorrow
oh, to be in his mind

and if the timing is right
to sneak off into the night
i'll let myself be taken just for the thrill
and if I'm given the chance
to be a doll in his hands
i will be sure we shake the mountains while we dance


the funeral - band of horses

i'm coming up only to hold you under
i'm coming up only to show you wrong
and to know you is hard and we wonder
to know you all wrong, we were
oh, oh

really too late to call, so we wait for
morning to wake you; it's all we got
to know me as hardly golden
is to know me all wrong, they were

at every occasion i'll be ready for a funeral
at every occasion once more is called a funeral
every occasion i'm ready for the funeral
at every occasion one brilliant day funeral

i'm coming up only to show you down for
i'm coming up only to show you wrong
to the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow
before they died had trees to hang their hope
oh, oh

at every occasion i'll be ready for the funeral
at every occasion once more is called the funeral
at every occasion i'm ready for the funeral
at every occasion one brilliant day funeral


fill my glass - kite

headstrong, giddy-up
my darling, won't you, oh
hold on to, hold on to
you're here, now;
a yellow rose is simple and soft
oh, love rubs the reminiscence of when a young tangle of socks come off
at the foot of the bed
and oh, couldn't it be a bit smoother?
won't you please
hold on to me, belong to me

and fill my glass with your sweet poured wine
drink me up and exclaim how divine
my traveled body and my tired town
my sleep is unraveling thread from my gown
and it comes off, it comes off, and over me grows
a secret, a secret that only i know
and i'll tell you my streetlight, casting shadows
if you write it off with your own

run down, here i run
to loose my lips
and gentle and awkward as a first kiss
you can't love the love
be all that you miss
you must belong;
hold on, hold on to this

and fill my glass with your sweet poured wine
drink me up and exclaim how divine
my traveled body and my tired town
my sleep is unraveling thread from my gown
and it comes off, it comes off, and over me grows
a secret, a secret that only i know
and i'll tell you my streetlight, casting shadows
if you write it off with your own

cos no one in their right mind would say to you
the things i do
i do, truly do, truly do

heart-strong, giddy-up
my darling, won't you, oh
hold on to, hold on to
the way beauty grows over a trail through the forest deep
and enters my lips through the words that i speak

and fill my glass with your sweet poured wine
drink me up and exclaim how divine
my traveled body and my tired town
my sleep is unraveling thread from my gown
and it comes off, it comes off, and over me grows
a secret, a secret that only i know
and i'll tell you my streetlight, casting shadows
if you write it off with your own

cos no one in their right mind would say to you
the things i do
i do, truly do, truly do


three peaches - neutral milk hotel

there is no dream
so wake up; run your lips across your fingers until you find
some scent of yourself that you can hold up high
to remind yourself that you didn't die
on a day that was so crappy, whole and happy you're alive

you seem so bruised
and it's beautiful as it's reflecting off from you as it shines
you're in the bathroom carving holiday designs into yourself
hoping no one will find you— but they found you
and they took you
and you somehow survived

there is no dream
so wake up, and if the holidays don't hollow out your eyes
then press yourself against whatever
you find to be beautiful and trembling with life
because i'm so happy
i'm so happy, i'm so happy
i'm so happy that you didn't die


shame and fortune - yeah yeah yeahs

shame is soft, they say
lose, when i play your game
come, if you call my name
lose, when i play your game

you got an attitude
you got a way
all the fortune on the floor, all the fortune on the floor
all the fortune on the floor, all the fortune on the floor

shame is soft, they say
lose, when i play your game
all the fortune on the floor, all the fortune on the floor
all the fortune on the floor, all the fortune on the floor


fondu au noir - cœur de pirate
(from french)

sleep, the evil has passed and you can join the dance
the worst is on the side your dreams follow the rhythm
you spread happiness with every step you take
and when you wake up, life continues its course

in a world without music, surely go through as air
deprived of your nuances, a little too specific
you bathe in pain and it's almost time
to close the eyes in the death that awaits you

and if it hurts, it's because he doesn't understand
that a thorn in your heart has been implanted there for too long
and if it hurts, it's because he doesn't see you
then your smile will finally fade away

sleep, the evil is passed, it will not catch you
catch your breath, your are no longer his bait
your pain faded in the madness of others
who will quickly forget that you are no longer with us

and if it hurts, it's because he doesn't understand
that a thorn in your heart has been implanted there for too long
and if it hurts, it's because he doesn't see you
then your smile will finally fade away

and if it hurts, it's because he doesn't understand
that for so long no one has had a place in your heart
and if it hurts, it's because he doesn't see you
then your smile will finally fade away

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