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robinbloke) wrote2006-04-26 11:55 am
robinbloke) wrote2006-04-26 11:55 am
Music and stories
You lot have a nack for requesting music that's hard to find!
I've only managed to find three on SoulSeek to download. I had one of them (no prizes for guessing which) and the last was provided; so I'm afraid unless you can give me a download for the song/story you wanted this will be it for now, sorry!
"Roadkill" - (A Hard Earned Thirst Needs A Big Cold Beer But I Drink To Get Pissed - T.I.S.M)
Freight trucks like caterpillars, screaming down the road in endless lines. The roaring noise of the road drowning out the sound of anything else nearby.
The heavy shapes of industrial blimps passed overhead the road in streams of silver glinting in the sun.
Down the outside lane at a speed far in excess of the limits of all the state laws put together a sleek blue vehicle burned down the road leaving torn and scorched asphalt in a line after it as the flames from the jet turbine screamed behind it yellow as a second sun.
Jake threw a beer can over his shoulder and slung his arm over the side of the vehicle as the wind blasting over the front screen threatened to snap his neck.
He grinned and gunned the engine.
"Black sands" - The Sisters of Mercy - Dominion
Hunched figures crowded around a table as the last cards of a game long played were twisted into view. To the horizon all around them there was only black sand, desert heat and burnt out vehicles.
Shadows clinging to the inside of the dust-grey cloaks they wore hid the faces of each of them.
Not a word, not a sound, the only movement was the twist of a hand to play a card.
The last card was turned over. The ace of spades. There was silence in the air for a moment then as one the figures turned to the one who had turned over the last card.
"Who watches" - Neurotic fish - Prostitute (NYC Club mix)
Watched through the pale green light of a snipers scope the woman didn’t seem concerned as she walked briskly down the street. The silent gunman tracking her as she moved.
A large truck rumbled down the street and stopped, blocked the view just as she turned into an alleyway. The gunman muttered a silent curse and picked up his radio.
Communications crackled from the rooftops. Low crouched figures leapt from building to building to change their position, gain advantage, watch their victim.
As the first looked over the edge of the alleyway down to where she had gone they saw nothing save a dead end, empty boxes and boarded up doorways.
"Arrival" - Mortiis - Scar Trek/Parasite god
A flare of light twisted across the sky, energy lancing out in all directions from a point that widened, stretched and then vanished to a blazing point.
Impossibly distant a shape formed in the middle of the wormhole and grew out to form a smooth pebble like shape six miles long and half a mile in diameter.
Sleek metallic grey it glistened in the suns light. It hung for several moments before a long row of spines along the very middle of the shape stretched out from it.
From the spines came other grey shapes, one by one. More and more. Hundreds of them formed spider like threads of gleaming silk flowing from the ship down to the waiting planet below.
"Meeting" - Pixies - Bone Machine
The spark caught the edge of the cigarette and it flared into life. Curls of smoke drifted lazily from the end and then vanished as Jon took his first drag of the evening.
Further down the bar the barman was mixing a green coloured cocktail and hitting on the waitress. The sound test from the band didn't sound promising but he'd said he'd be here tonight.
Three more pulls of the cigarette and he ground it down into the glass ashtray and coughs racked his chest. He shook his head but stopped as he caught some movement at the door.
There in the half light from a street lamp she stood, ragged jeans and a white t-shirt with the word, "BITE" on it in crisp black lettering. Her tussled blonde hair fell in curls and waves over her face but couldn't hide the redness of her eyes.
Jon straightened in his chair and swung his feet to the floor.
I've only managed to find three on SoulSeek to download. I had one of them (no prizes for guessing which) and the last was provided; so I'm afraid unless you can give me a download for the song/story you wanted this will be it for now, sorry!
"Roadkill" - (A Hard Earned Thirst Needs A Big Cold Beer But I Drink To Get Pissed - T.I.S.M)
Freight trucks like caterpillars, screaming down the road in endless lines. The roaring noise of the road drowning out the sound of anything else nearby.
The heavy shapes of industrial blimps passed overhead the road in streams of silver glinting in the sun.
Down the outside lane at a speed far in excess of the limits of all the state laws put together a sleek blue vehicle burned down the road leaving torn and scorched asphalt in a line after it as the flames from the jet turbine screamed behind it yellow as a second sun.
Jake threw a beer can over his shoulder and slung his arm over the side of the vehicle as the wind blasting over the front screen threatened to snap his neck.
He grinned and gunned the engine.
"Black sands" - The Sisters of Mercy - Dominion
Hunched figures crowded around a table as the last cards of a game long played were twisted into view. To the horizon all around them there was only black sand, desert heat and burnt out vehicles.
Shadows clinging to the inside of the dust-grey cloaks they wore hid the faces of each of them.
Not a word, not a sound, the only movement was the twist of a hand to play a card.
The last card was turned over. The ace of spades. There was silence in the air for a moment then as one the figures turned to the one who had turned over the last card.
"Who watches" - Neurotic fish - Prostitute (NYC Club mix)
Watched through the pale green light of a snipers scope the woman didn’t seem concerned as she walked briskly down the street. The silent gunman tracking her as she moved.
A large truck rumbled down the street and stopped, blocked the view just as she turned into an alleyway. The gunman muttered a silent curse and picked up his radio.
Communications crackled from the rooftops. Low crouched figures leapt from building to building to change their position, gain advantage, watch their victim.
As the first looked over the edge of the alleyway down to where she had gone they saw nothing save a dead end, empty boxes and boarded up doorways.
"Arrival" - Mortiis - Scar Trek/Parasite god
A flare of light twisted across the sky, energy lancing out in all directions from a point that widened, stretched and then vanished to a blazing point.
Impossibly distant a shape formed in the middle of the wormhole and grew out to form a smooth pebble like shape six miles long and half a mile in diameter.
Sleek metallic grey it glistened in the suns light. It hung for several moments before a long row of spines along the very middle of the shape stretched out from it.
From the spines came other grey shapes, one by one. More and more. Hundreds of them formed spider like threads of gleaming silk flowing from the ship down to the waiting planet below.
"Meeting" - Pixies - Bone Machine
The spark caught the edge of the cigarette and it flared into life. Curls of smoke drifted lazily from the end and then vanished as Jon took his first drag of the evening.
Further down the bar the barman was mixing a green coloured cocktail and hitting on the waitress. The sound test from the band didn't sound promising but he'd said he'd be here tonight.
Three more pulls of the cigarette and he ground it down into the glass ashtray and coughs racked his chest. He shook his head but stopped as he caught some movement at the door.
There in the half light from a street lamp she stood, ragged jeans and a white t-shirt with the word, "BITE" on it in crisp black lettering. Her tussled blonde hair fell in curls and waves over her face but couldn't hide the redness of her eyes.
Jon straightened in his chair and swung his feet to the floor.
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I'd like to write something longer but I usually run out of steam very quickly.
I recommend sending chunks of what you're writing to someone as you write them, means they can hassle you if they don't get the next installment. It means someone sees all your crappy writing, but it got me through a 60,000(ish) word story I would otherwise never have got past the third page of.
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That is a damn fine idea sir! I'll have to see if I can get a theme idea from these songs and then find a victim to send the story to. Thank you!
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