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Subject: Original Fiction (NaNoWriMo Novel: Time We Saw a Miracle) - In an armed camp, Chip and his companions find shelter from the infected and cope with life after the apocalypse. As Icarus struggles with the loss of his angelic grace, Chip discoveres there is always something more to fear. And it is tracking them down. (Sequel to Time for Something Biblical (2009) and its Fanmix)
Notes: 20 tracks (1.3 hours) in mp3 format with cover art.
Crossposted: [livejournal.com profile] fanmix here








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Final Thoughs & The Last Day on Earth - David Usher

My God left me without one word of warning
My God left me waiting is all that I got

Chip walked away with an uneasy feeling, wondering what else there was in the world now that it had the infected and a fallen angel.


Cherry Tree - The National

No one is asking so leave it alone
Leave it alone
Can we?
(Loose lips sink ships)

"We do not make it a habit of telling the civilians."
Chip bristled, although he didn’t know whether this was over Icarus’ use of civilians or his non-inclusive we. "So why tell me?"
"Because," said the angel, reaching out to trace Chip's eyebrow and run his fingertips around his eye, "you are involved."


Bad Body Double - Imogen Heap

Say, "Hi, there" to my bad body double
This is my bad body double-trouble

He was Michael and he wasn't because Michael had never looked at her like she's a goddamned cockroach, like he's thinking of pulling of her legs one by one and turning her on her back and watching her writhe.


City of Delusion - Muse

Stay away from me
Build a fortress
And shield your beliefs

They were No Trespassing signs, although as Icarus had explained it, they were more declarations of fact than suggestions. The gate and the guns might keep the infected out, but the real defensive wall was in those wards.


Help! I'm Alive - Metric

If I stumble, they're gonna eat me alive
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?

Now it was Chip who was shivering, trembling, with his heart pounding just below his Adam's apple, level with his new tattoo. If she gets in, he began, but couldn’t finish the thought.


Broken Homes - Tricky & PJ Harvey

Those men will break your bones
Don't know how to build stable homes

"I'll rip your pretty skin off and sink right in. Then I'll flay everyone in this little cage and colour my hands with their blood, put some writing of my own on the walls."


Kids With Guns - Gorillaz

Kids with guns, kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it

It makes sense, in a way. It's not like they can fight the infected away with their tiny fists, and sometimes there’s no choice between fight or flight. But they're kids.


No Surprises - Radiohead

No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here)
No alarms and no surprises, please

Please don’t let anything happen to me. Ask for something not to happen and the whole of existence takes it as a personal challenge. Wanna bet?


Grace is Gone - Dave Matthews (unplugged)

One more drink and I'll move on
One more drink and I’ll be gone
One more drink my Grace is gone

Welcome to humanity. As the Irish say, What whiskey will not cure, there is no cure for. And if there’s no cure, you might as well drink whiskey anyway. Bottoms up.


Paint Your House - The Zephyrs

I'll only paint half your house
And then all of your fears
Shall truly come upon you

"These are the wards you set up."
"Some of them, yes."
"They’re going to keep us safe?"


Search and Destroy - 30 Seconds to Mars

Grab your gun
Time to go to hell
I'm no hero

His shoulders and neck ached with tension – if he had his crowbar in his hands, he would be swinging hard – and he did his best to shy away from contact.


Invasion - Eisley

You would take the breath from my throat
And you would take the cherished people that I hold

He prayed that the fence was strong enough and that they had enough ammunition to hold them, but most of all he prayed that Icarus’ wards would be enough.


Infra-Red - Placebo

I'm coming up on infra-red
There is no running that can hide you,
'Cause I can see in the dark.

He would thrust his hands deep into that red sea and drink his fill. But this was just the beginning and the thrill was still in the pursuit, not the quarry.


Cloud On My Tongue - Tori Amos

You're already in there
I'll be wearing your tatoo
I'm already in

One tiny nick, one line out of joint, and she would wear his body like a brand new suit.


Furious Angels - Rob Dougan

And if you go
Furious angels will bring you back to me

Kezef’s voice was smooth and coaxing. "Will you come with me?"


Suffer Well - Depeche Mode

I just hang on
Suffer well
Sometimes it's hard

His body was tense – cords of muscle glistening under the coating of blood, distorting the sigils etched into his skin. His lips were pressed tightly together as if he were trying to hold back a plea or perhaps simply a scream. His eyes were closed just as tightly.


The Messenger - The Tea Party

You were poisoned, you were pained
You were naked, you were shamed
You could almost touch heaven

Unnoticed by either, the mortal angel in the circle, his face still pressed against the bloodied ground, was praying as well.


While We Were Dreaming - Pink Mountaintops

While you lie on your back
And move through the scars
So careful you are
To surrender a thing

Before falling asleep, Chip ran his thumb on both sides of Icarus’ spine, feeling the smooth straight line of scar tissue where the angel’s wings had been.


Lion's Mane - Iron & Wine

And love's the best sensation
Hiding in the lion's mane
So I'll clear the road, the gravel
And the thornbush in your path

Months ago, driving alone down empty streets, he had sworn to himself he would stay on the road, keep driving, and damn everyone else. Then somehow these past few days he managed to get himself a family – a father, a daughter, and an angel on his shoulder.


Are We There Yet? - Ingrid Michaelson

They say there's linings made of silver
Folded inside each raining cloud
Well, we need someone to deliver
Our silver lining now

Inside, in his home with his people and his heart, it wasn’t about endings. It was about beginnings.

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