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matociquala:
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool . . .
(Cut for soundtrack and commentary.)
Opening Credits
Division of Laura Lee, "We Are Numbers"
(And to start things off with some raving optimism . . .)
Oh, I submit to live a life
Feeling left over
Oh, I submit to live a life
Where I have nothing
Waking Up
The Decemberists, "The Soldiering Life"
(At least this suits the later war theme. I need a song about an alarm clock. I've already got one about an electric fan.)
The call to arms you likened to a whisper
I likened to a radio
First Day At School
The Mountain Goats, "Palmcorder Yajna"
(Yeah.)
It will be too late by the time we learn what these cryptic symbols mean
Falling in Love
Tracy Grammer, "Any Way I Do"
(In the movie version of my life, I'm Christian?)
In praise or lamentation
Peace or desperation
Any way I do, I come into the presence of the Lord
Fight Song
The Klezmatics, "Freyt Aykh, Yidlekh"
(Hah. I kill you with my klezmer instrumental.)
Breaking Up
The Clancy Brothers & Robbie O'Connell, "Roll On the Day"
(This is about right.)
Every night you fight for breath
It hurts so bad, you wish for death
Prom
The Art of Noise, "The Holy Egoism of Genius"
(My life is narrated by John Hurt. I rock.)
He hated to appear in public . . .
He preferred cats to people
Life Is Good
Jacques Brel, "La chanson de Jacky"
(Cue up the cynicism!)
Être une heure une heure seulement
Être une heure une heure quelquefois
Être une heure rien qu'une heure durant
Beau beau beau et con à la fois
To be for one hour, one hour only
To be for one hour, one occasional hour
To be for one hour, nothing more than an hour
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, and a total asshole
Mental Breakdown
The Pixies, "Silver"
(Eerily suitable.)
In this land of strangers
There are dangers
There are sorrows
I can't see this lady
Driving
Tom Waits, "Midtown (Instrumental)"
(Enter, pursued by gangsters?)
Flashback
PJ Harvey, "Legs"
(Ouch.)
Oh, you were going to be my life
Damn it, you were going to be to be my life
Did you sing "happy day"?
Sing it that time I went away?
Got to ease my aching head
Do you know no other way
Cut off your legs
Getting Back Together
Pretty Balanced, "Hyphen / Green Beans"
(We are stubborn and idealistic.)
Two kids can make it on their own
It can't be hard to do
Just get a job and an apartment
And some furniture and shit
No need for chairs
No need for something new
You can live secondhand
Wedding
Natalie MacMaster, "The Drunken Piper"
(Also, married. No, I don't read Gaelic.)
Far am bi mi fhìn is ann a bhios mo dhòchas
Far am bi mi fhìn bidh mo dhòchas ann
Where I will be and there would be my hope
Where I will be, my hope will be there
Paying the Dues
Steeleye Span, "Gaudete"
(Maybe if you squint at it sarcastically. Either that, or it all falls apart on Christmas. Those tricky solstitial times.)
Tempus adest gratiae
Hoc quod optabamus
Carmina laetitiae
Devote reddamus
The time of grace is here
For which we longed
Let us render devotedly
Songs of joy
The Night Before the War
Placebo, "I Know"
(All right, what did I not tell the person I married?)
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know the last in line is always called a bastard
Final Battle
Mediaeval Baebes, "Kilmeny"
(My final battle is fought to an otherworldly female chorus. Hm. I shall hazard this means that the mental breakdown in fact involved glimpses of another place—or perhaps I never stopped seeing it and never told my spouse—into which I must journey in order to recover myself. With what success, we shall see.)
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face
As still was her look, and as still was her e'e
As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea
Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew
Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew
Moment of Triumph
The White Stripes, "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground"
(Well, I came back.)
Thirty notes in the mailbox
Will tell you that I'm coming home
And I think I'm going to stick around
For a while, so you're not alone
Death Scene
Johnny Cash, "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry"
(Which doesn't keep this all from ending badly.)
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Funeral Song
Jill Tracy, "Just the Other Side of Pain"
(And then some. I conclude that the movie of my life was scripted by Caitlín R. Kiernan.)
But this is confidential, you're the one to blame
And now the forecast calls perpetually for rain
And although it's rather late, I lie awake in vain
'Cause I'm still waiting for what's wonderful
Just the other side of pain
End Credits
Tori Amos, "I Don't Like Mondays"
(Oh, great! And it's the quiet, meandering, creepy cover, too.)
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day down
Really, I shouldn't be surprised.
matociquala:IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool . . .
(Cut for soundtrack and commentary.)
Opening Credits
Division of Laura Lee, "We Are Numbers"
(And to start things off with some raving optimism . . .)
Oh, I submit to live a life
Feeling left over
Oh, I submit to live a life
Where I have nothing
Waking Up
The Decemberists, "The Soldiering Life"
(At least this suits the later war theme. I need a song about an alarm clock. I've already got one about an electric fan.)
The call to arms you likened to a whisper
I likened to a radio
First Day At School
The Mountain Goats, "Palmcorder Yajna"
(Yeah.)
It will be too late by the time we learn what these cryptic symbols mean
Falling in Love
Tracy Grammer, "Any Way I Do"
(In the movie version of my life, I'm Christian?)
In praise or lamentation
Peace or desperation
Any way I do, I come into the presence of the Lord
Fight Song
The Klezmatics, "Freyt Aykh, Yidlekh"
(Hah. I kill you with my klezmer instrumental.)
Breaking Up
The Clancy Brothers & Robbie O'Connell, "Roll On the Day"
(This is about right.)
Every night you fight for breath
It hurts so bad, you wish for death
Prom
The Art of Noise, "The Holy Egoism of Genius"
(My life is narrated by John Hurt. I rock.)
He hated to appear in public . . .
He preferred cats to people
Life Is Good
Jacques Brel, "La chanson de Jacky"
(Cue up the cynicism!)
Être une heure une heure seulement
Être une heure une heure quelquefois
Être une heure rien qu'une heure durant
Beau beau beau et con à la fois
To be for one hour, one hour only
To be for one hour, one occasional hour
To be for one hour, nothing more than an hour
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, and a total asshole
Mental Breakdown
The Pixies, "Silver"
(Eerily suitable.)
In this land of strangers
There are dangers
There are sorrows
I can't see this lady
Driving
Tom Waits, "Midtown (Instrumental)"
(Enter, pursued by gangsters?)
Flashback
PJ Harvey, "Legs"
(Ouch.)
Oh, you were going to be my life
Damn it, you were going to be to be my life
Did you sing "happy day"?
Sing it that time I went away?
Got to ease my aching head
Do you know no other way
Cut off your legs
Getting Back Together
Pretty Balanced, "Hyphen / Green Beans"
(We are stubborn and idealistic.)
Two kids can make it on their own
It can't be hard to do
Just get a job and an apartment
And some furniture and shit
No need for chairs
No need for something new
You can live secondhand
Wedding
Natalie MacMaster, "The Drunken Piper"
(Also, married. No, I don't read Gaelic.)
Far am bi mi fhìn is ann a bhios mo dhòchas
Far am bi mi fhìn bidh mo dhòchas ann
Where I will be and there would be my hope
Where I will be, my hope will be there
Paying the Dues
Steeleye Span, "Gaudete"
(Maybe if you squint at it sarcastically. Either that, or it all falls apart on Christmas. Those tricky solstitial times.)
Tempus adest gratiae
Hoc quod optabamus
Carmina laetitiae
Devote reddamus
The time of grace is here
For which we longed
Let us render devotedly
Songs of joy
The Night Before the War
Placebo, "I Know"
(All right, what did I not tell the person I married?)
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know the last in line is always called a bastard
Final Battle
Mediaeval Baebes, "Kilmeny"
(My final battle is fought to an otherworldly female chorus. Hm. I shall hazard this means that the mental breakdown in fact involved glimpses of another place—or perhaps I never stopped seeing it and never told my spouse—into which I must journey in order to recover myself. With what success, we shall see.)
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face
As still was her look, and as still was her e'e
As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea
Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew
Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew
Moment of Triumph
The White Stripes, "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground"
(Well, I came back.)
Thirty notes in the mailbox
Will tell you that I'm coming home
And I think I'm going to stick around
For a while, so you're not alone
Death Scene
Johnny Cash, "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry"
(Which doesn't keep this all from ending badly.)
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Funeral Song
Jill Tracy, "Just the Other Side of Pain"
(And then some. I conclude that the movie of my life was scripted by Caitlín R. Kiernan.)
But this is confidential, you're the one to blame
And now the forecast calls perpetually for rain
And although it's rather late, I lie awake in vain
'Cause I'm still waiting for what's wonderful
Just the other side of pain
End Credits
Tori Amos, "I Don't Like Mondays"
(Oh, great! And it's the quiet, meandering, creepy cover, too.)
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day down
Really, I shouldn't be surprised.
The oddly appropriate ones
Say, up in Harlem,
At a table for two,
There were four of us,
Me, your big feet and you!
From your ankles up, I say you sure are sweet,
From there down, there's just too much feet!
I don't know if that's in reference to me or the prosective partners, but I can see it either way.
Fight Song was Home on the Range
Breaking up: Waiting at the Church, sung by Kermit and Piggy