god help the girl | a lily luna potter mix
far away; ingrid michealson
→ i will live my life as a lobsterman's wife on an island in the blue bay. he will take care of me, he will smell like the sea, and close to my heart he'll always stay. i will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, little ella and nelly and faye. while i'm combing their hair, i will catch his warm stare on our island in the blue bay. far away far away, i want to go far away, to a new life on a new shore line.
waitress; boy
→ well daylight is fading, while traders are trading, while the jukebox is playing, the lovers are dating, the waitress is waiting. for a thing to explode, for a light to go on, for some sign to show her time has yet to come. she's countin' the days until real life arrives. she's countin': two, three, four, five.
the people who raised me, gregory and the hawk;
→ i've been the wild one, i've run through the streets and i've suffered. i've been the quiet one, sequestered and smothered. but i won't mind no time spent to save me, just trying to be good to the people who raised me and glide through life without a meaning.
this heart is a stone; acid house kings
→ they say they can smell the drama but i know it's "no. 5". they say you only bring heartache, but i know you brought a bottle of wine.
god help the girl; emily browning
→ there is no way i'm looking for a boyfriend, there is no way i'm looking for a scene. i need to save some dough, i'm a working girl, you know. i'll fend attention off, i keep to myself. i love my room, i'm getting used to sleeping. some nights i really like to lie awake. i hear the midnight birds, the message in their words: the dawn will touch me in a way a boy could never touch, their promise never meant so much to me. you have been warned, i'm born to be contrary. backward at school, i wrote from right to left. teacher never cared for me, preacher said a prayer for me. god help the girl, she needs all the help she can get.
dance 'til the morning light; slow club
→ cos there's always that someone who'll be easier on your eye. so forget the politics of living alone and just dance 'til the morning light.
sixteen; the indelicates
→ let's meet up at the empire tearooms, recite light poetry causing light controversy. oh, oh, it'll be so funny. oh, oh, and we'll write funny songs about boys and girls and other boys and other girls, this heartbreaking world where no one understands. oh, oh, it'll be so funny. oh, oh, it'll be so funny. this scene is the scene to be seen in, not that the scene is what we'd be seen with. we just wanna be sixteen, sixteen, even though we're twenty three.
number one son; camera obscura
→ now you're skipping school going to listen to records, wrapped up in mohair dissing your elders. dip a chocolate finger, take a sip from my cup, remember what your dad said, "button your lip". you've got to toughen up for him, he's the kind who will do you in, i should know that it's no fun. you will never be number one, number one son.
14 forever; stars
→ i sing like a child, to keep me from dying. i'm 14 forever, if i make you believe.
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