Rhaegar the fanmix!
This has been SUCH A LONG TIME COMING. Well over a year this was lying about my iTunes, and it's the last day of the game at
westerosorting, and I just won Rhaegar in the Character meme, so it's now or never!
A/N:
1. Yes, the cover art is definitely the wrong period dress, but look how pretty and fitting and Rhaegar it is! I wanted the "picture" to feel formal, distant; like looking at a painting of a man long dead and wondering what that person was like in life. That's basically the whole premise of this mix.
2. A lot of these songs are a far shot and only make sense in my very sherltered, Rhaegar-sympathetic reality, so just please bear with me.
3. The last track (no.10) is a demo recording and the quality is not great, but it's a song so fitting I die inside; it's JB Yeats put to music by my favourite Russian folk-rock singer.
4. The whole affair is in no way polished, I just need to get it out. Consider this my Targaryen moment.
5. This is definitely Rhaegar/Lyanna.
THIS PICTURE
♠ placebo
All those stories about Prince Rhaegar never agree; and so few left who knew who he was.
What's wrong with this picture?
We assassinated it
For fear of growing old
Though we tried, it's gone
I'M YOUR VILLAIN
♠ franz ferdinand
A madman?
If I could laugh I'd love you
If I could smile at anything you said
We could be laughing lovers
I think you'd prefer to be miserable instead
If I could love I'd love you
If I could love like anybody else
STRANGE AND BEAUTIFUL
♠ aqualung
A fool?
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see.
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.
And when I wake you, I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me.
LE DUEL
♠ romeo & juliette
What did he live and die for? (Translated from French by me, in abridged form; full French text
here. Just bear with me here, it all makes sense in my head!)
[mercutio!jon connington]
Tybalt, you are going to die
Stop laughing
The sound of your voice, the way you walk
Everything in you nauseates me
I'm going to kill you
[tybalt!robert baratheon]
Mercutio, look at yourself!
You have got spirit, but nothing else
When I hear your name, I stop my nose
Now, it's finished
Finally my patience will pay off
I'm going to kill you
[romeo!rhaegar]
Stop! You are fools, you haven't got the right
By killing each other you kill our ideals and our laws
Stop!
[all]
Live, we can live without hate
We can live and not die
Without hating each other
Live and drink to fortune
Drunk, but not on vengeance
[tybalt!robert]
He has hated me so much and for so long
No, Romeo's mercy is too much
What do you think? You are not king
You are like us, and worse than us
Look at you, full of love and pissing tenderness
You are like a vulture waiting for a moment of weakness
To live is to fight
Life is not theatre
ACCIDENTAL BABIES
♠ damien rice
Maybe he was a genius with an idea to die for.
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
LEAVES IN THE RAIN
♠ hellawes
Most seem to agree he was wicked with strings.
{instrumental}
LIGHTHOUSE
♠ the hush sound
And there was a place called The Tower of Joy...
There is a storm in the distance
The wind breathing warning of its imminence
There is a lighthouse five hundred yards down
You and I will be safe there
We went in, we climbed up and looked out
The door locked from the outside
Three ghosts in a lighthouse
PALACE & MAIN
♠ kent
..but nobody feels particularly joyous about it anymore. (Translated from Swedish by me; full text
here.)
I always shoot in front of me
Like Robin Wright-Penn does in 'State of Grace'
You have everything I said on tape
So you think you have a future without me
I stand at an airport and wait for a feeling
A man at the edge of a precipice, dressed as Michael Caine
All who have loved you have hated me out of fear
That I will sacrifice them at Palace & Main
DISTANT
♠ vnv nation
And did he die like all men die, or did he walk away?
The paths that I once tread
have all but gone.
Only embers now smoulder
where bridges once burned.
I feel alive and yet I fear
what may happen now.
I know I can't return.
And I hear me say again
'oh let me not return'
I have no wish to be free
until I am gone.
THE WITHERING OF THE BOUGHS
♠ hellawes
The heart trees might know. Or Jenny of Oldstones; or the children of the forest. Not me.
'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,
I long for your merry and tender and pitiful words,
For the roads are unending, and there is no place to my mind.'
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.
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