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Stuff that only I care about

Since my job involves 6 and a half hours of listening to my iPod and thinking about stuff, and since Faye being active in my brain has got me pondering Cowboy Bebop a great deal of late, several songs have struck me as fitting certain characters extremely well. I will list them here, with lyrics, mostly for my own amusement since I can't imagine anyone else gives a crap.

A song for Faye, "The House Wins" by Ok Go.


Fingers blistered from the nightly scratching at the window which won't open far enough to let air in.
The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.
Feral cats are screaming at the clouds beneath the window with the crack so small that nothing gets within.
The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.
You don't have to be alone to be lonely;
you might as well give in.
Telephones are howling at the cats out in the alley and the window offers nothing in the din.
The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.
Clouds uncage the car alarms to chase the cats and telephones.
Fingers rake and rasp away their skin.
The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.
You don't have to be alone to be lonely;
you might as well give in.
Yeah, you don't have to be alone to be lonely; you might as well give in.
Ice age upon catastrophic ice age of selection, and only result has trickled in.
The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.
If evil were a lesser breed than justice, after all these years the righteous would have freed the world of sin.
The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.
You don't have to be alone to be lonely;
You might as well give in.
Yeah, you don't have to be alone to be lonely; you might as well give in.
You don't have to be sick to be dying;
you might as well give in.
You don't have to have lost to be lost.
Oh, give in.
You don't have to be alone to be lonely;
you might as well give in.


For Faye and Spike, in an imaginary world where Spike survives the end of the series (because that's the only way there could ever be a Faye and Spike), "Passive Aggressive" by Placebo.


It's in your reach
Concentrate
It's in your reach
Concentrate
If you deny this
Then it's your fault
That God's in crisis
He's over
It's in your reach
Concentrate
It's in your reach
Concentrate
If you deny this
Then it's your fault
That God's in Crisis
He's over
Every time I rise I see you falling
Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart
Every time I rise I see you falling
Can you find me space, find me space
It's in your reach
Concentrate
It's in your reach
Concentrate
If you deny this
Then it's your fault
That God's in Crisis
He's over
Every time I rise I see you falling
Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart
Every time I rise I see you falling
Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart
It falls apart
It falls apart
Falls apart
Every time I rise I see you falling
Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart
Every time I rise I see you falling
Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart
It falls apart
It falls apart
Falls apart


For Spike and Julia, "Under The Gun" by The Killers.


She's got her halo and wings
Hidden under his eyes
But she's an angel for sure
She just can't stop telling lies
But it's too late for his love
Already caught in a trap
His angel's kiss was a joke
And she is not coming back

Because heaven sends and heaven takes
Crashing cars in his brain
Keep him tied up to a dream
And only she can set him free
And then he says to me

Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now
Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now

Yeah she's got a criminal mind
He's got a reason to pray
His life is under the gun
He's got to hold every day

Now he just wants to wake up
Yeah, just to prove it's a dream
Cause she's an angel for sure
But that remains to be seen

Because heaven sends and heaven takes
Crashing cars in his brain
Keep him tied up to a dream
And only she can set him free
And then he says to me

Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now
Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now

Stupid on the streets of London
James Dean in the rain
Without her it's not the same
The same, the same, but it's alright

Because heaven sends and heaven takes
Crashing cars in his brain
Keep him tied up to a dream
And only she can set him free
And then he says to me

Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now
Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now
Again and again


For Gren and Vicious, "The Soldiering Life" by The Decemberists.


Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms you liken to a whisper,
I liken to a radio.
You were a brickbat, a bowery tuff, so rough
They culled you from a cartoon
Pulled out of your pantaloons.

But you,
My brother in arms,
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm.

But you ,
My bombazine doll,
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall.

But I,
I never felt so much life
Than tonight
Huddled in the trenches,
Gazing on the battle field,
Our rifles blaze away;
We blaze away.

Corporal Bradley of regiment five
In proud array standing by the bathing
Soldiers and the stevedores.
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civies
Cradled in our dungarees.

But you,
My brother in arms,
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm.

But you,
My bombazine doll,
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall.

But I,
I never felt so much life
Than tonight
Huddled in the trenches,
Gazing on the battle field
Our rifles blaze away;
We blaze away.
We blaze away.
We blaze away.


...That is all.
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