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frith_in_thornsDecember 9th // Masterlist
No official topic for today, but I thought I'd share this. I have a Scriv page which is literally a list of song lyrics (and the very occasional fragment from other places) which I think would make good fic titles. I know some people hate lyrics as titles, but I really like them, for myself and for stuff by other people! (And for journal post titles...)
A few of these I've used; most of them I haven't. For several of the unused ones I have nebulous ideas about the kind of fic I'd fit to them, and a few have quite specific fics already attached in my brain which I haven't written. I will answer questions about specific ones if anyone's interested!
want to be next to you when it all falls through
it's why I hold with all I have, it's why I hold
this is the story of the boys who loved you
you wiped out all your footsteps
borders of wood and wire
dreams old dreams of flight
this bulkhead's built of fallen brother and bone
of dirt you're made, of dirt you will return
for you I'd burn the length and breadth of sky
I told you to run (so we'd both be free)
we'll laugh but won't be saved
we're already in the aftermath
some of these things came true
keep your head above the water
when the lights go out and we open our eyes out there in the silence
this is pouring rain; this is paradise
all my love is down in the frozen ground
this is not a warning shot
stone in you and star
all art is quite useless
heaven's not the same in the rain
"What can be worse than to sell your soul and find it not valuable enough to get anything for it?"
every mistake seems to be caught on tape
some have crawled their way into your heart, to rend your ventricles apart
real love (at the end)
prayers to broken stones
if you're touring your mind you'll get lost every time
there is a darkness deep in you, a frightening magic I cling to
you've been taken by the wind
in the spring we made our boat, out of feathers, out of bones
we set fire to our homes, walking barefoot in the snow
there are angels in your angles, there's a low moon caught in your tangles
no law nor love nor league of hell
ghosts that we knew, they flicker from view, and we'll live a long life
light strikes a deal with each coming night
you're turning skin into a dirty secret
but for the grace of code and capital
we've paid for these hours (and we've always been lost)
don't fear the rain
you've left bruises on everyone you've loved
all of our heroes are failures or ghosts
we waited for sirens that never come
we build our homes on the water, and we wonder why the flood rolls in
every last little light in New York city
bridges are for burning
forged in the pools of the sky
the sun and moon are in your eyes, the purest blue of cloudless skies
here your dreams are sweet, but tomorrow brings them true
I've always loved the lily-maids, the lighthouse-keepers' daughters
the empty-handed maidens who have placed their swords in stones
who you haven't been yet
my body has a number and my face has a name
we're not pure of heart but we're sure of aim
howling ghosts, they reappear
hiding in the light
a sky full of ghosts
faces veiled in paper
love is a light in the sky, and an unspoken lie, and a half-whispered prayer
there's cracks in our hearts and heads
we're made of nebulas and novas and night sky
No official topic for today, but I thought I'd share this. I have a Scriv page which is literally a list of song lyrics (and the very occasional fragment from other places) which I think would make good fic titles. I know some people hate lyrics as titles, but I really like them, for myself and for stuff by other people! (And for journal post titles...)
A few of these I've used; most of them I haven't. For several of the unused ones I have nebulous ideas about the kind of fic I'd fit to them, and a few have quite specific fics already attached in my brain which I haven't written. I will answer questions about specific ones if anyone's interested!
want to be next to you when it all falls through
it's why I hold with all I have, it's why I hold
this is the story of the boys who loved you
you wiped out all your footsteps
borders of wood and wire
dreams old dreams of flight
this bulkhead's built of fallen brother and bone
of dirt you're made, of dirt you will return
for you I'd burn the length and breadth of sky
I told you to run (so we'd both be free)
we'll laugh but won't be saved
we're already in the aftermath
some of these things came true
keep your head above the water
when the lights go out and we open our eyes out there in the silence
this is pouring rain; this is paradise
all my love is down in the frozen ground
this is not a warning shot
stone in you and star
all art is quite useless
heaven's not the same in the rain
"What can be worse than to sell your soul and find it not valuable enough to get anything for it?"
every mistake seems to be caught on tape
some have crawled their way into your heart, to rend your ventricles apart
real love (at the end)
prayers to broken stones
if you're touring your mind you'll get lost every time
there is a darkness deep in you, a frightening magic I cling to
you've been taken by the wind
in the spring we made our boat, out of feathers, out of bones
we set fire to our homes, walking barefoot in the snow
there are angels in your angles, there's a low moon caught in your tangles
no law nor love nor league of hell
ghosts that we knew, they flicker from view, and we'll live a long life
light strikes a deal with each coming night
you're turning skin into a dirty secret
but for the grace of code and capital
we've paid for these hours (and we've always been lost)
don't fear the rain
you've left bruises on everyone you've loved
all of our heroes are failures or ghosts
we waited for sirens that never come
we build our homes on the water, and we wonder why the flood rolls in
every last little light in New York city
bridges are for burning
forged in the pools of the sky
the sun and moon are in your eyes, the purest blue of cloudless skies
here your dreams are sweet, but tomorrow brings them true
I've always loved the lily-maids, the lighthouse-keepers' daughters
the empty-handed maidens who have placed their swords in stones
who you haven't been yet
my body has a number and my face has a name
we're not pure of heart but we're sure of aim
howling ghosts, they reappear
hiding in the light
a sky full of ghosts
faces veiled in paper
love is a light in the sky, and an unspoken lie, and a half-whispered prayer
there's cracks in our hearts and heads
we're made of nebulas and novas and night sky
