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fanmix: if I don't make it, you know my baby will (thg)

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This is a mix that I'd wanted to make for a while, and then sort of threw together quickly because I felt like posting something.




Also, sidenote, I don't know why 8tracks hates me, but "It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)," also known as the pièce de résistance and the whole reason I even made this mix in the first place, refused to load. I tried to fight with it but it still refused, so I used a weird soundcloud cover of it that didn't sound too bad. I'm pretty annoyed about it but not enough to put more effort into fixing it. IT IS THE CENTERPIECE OF THE ENTIRE MIX but whatever whatever.







GIRL OF CONSTANT SORROW. joan baez.
I am a girl of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days




BABY'S ON FIRE. venus in furs.
photographers snip snap
take your time, she's only burning
this kind of experience
is necessary for her learning




IT'S ALRIGHT, MA (I'M ONLY BLEEDING). bob dylan.
you lose yourself, you reappear
you suddenly find you got nothing to fear
alone you stand with nobody near
when a trembling distant voice, unclear
startles your sleeping ears to hear
that somebody thinks they really found you

although the masters make the rules
for the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, ma, to live up to




I BELIEVE. cast of spring awakening.
I believe, I believe, I believe
Oh, I believe
all will be forgiven




IN MY TIME OF DYIN'. bob dylan.
well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn
all I want for you to do is take my body home




DARK PARADISE. lana del rey.
there's no remedy for memory
your face is like a melody
it won't leave my head



THE KILLING MOON. echo & the bunnymen.
in starlit nights I saw you
so cruelly you kissed me
your lips a magic word
your sky all hung with jewels
the killing moon will come too soon




ONCE I WAS. tim buckley.
once I was a soldier
and I fought on foreign sands for you
once I was a hunter
and I brought home fresh meat for you

though you have forgotten
all of our rubbish dreams
I find myself searching
through the ashes of our ruins
for the days when we smiled
and the hours that ran wild
with the magic of our eyes
and the silence of our words

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