bakerstreet | The Song Dedication Meme

"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."

-- Aldous Huxley

Some people might call it the witching hour, but here at WBKS we like to think of it as Shout-Out O'Clock. For the next hour we'll be playing nothing but your musical dedications. Is there a special someone out there that you haven't told how you feel? Now's the chance -- call on in and request that perfect song that'll let them know you're grooving on them. Angry at someone and can't find the right words to express it? We can help you out. Do you and your bestie have an anthem that you just can't get enough of? Neither can we, and we've got it at the touch of a button. Ever thought up the perfect theme song for one of your buddies or coworkers but never got around to telling them about it? We'll tell them for you! Here at WBKS we aim to please -- and we do it commercial free.

1) Tag in with your muse, fandom, preferences, etc.
2) Other people will reply with songs that make them think of your muse. (ETA: From a heads up, links are awesome, but if you can throw in the song title/artist in text somewhere for those with slow connections or on phones, that'd be sweet.)
3) Reply to them at will with your reaction to their dedications, or a return dedication of your own. Stereo Wars is never a bad time.
4) Poke around and see if there's else anyone up in here who you've got a song dedication for.
5) If you post a link to a song on youtube, soundcloud, mediafire, or what have you, PLEASE NOTE CLEARLY IN YOUR TAG if the link is to something NSFW. If you're not sure, err with caution. It'd suck to get fired over some booty-shaking dedications.
6) Have funzies.

Originally posted here.

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Thistles and Weeds

Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams
Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind
Alone in the wind and the rain you left me
It's getting dark darling, too dark to see
And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems

Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown
I know you have felt much more love than you've shown
And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest

But plant your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain down on me
Look over your hills and be still
The sky above us shoots to kill
Rain down, rain down on me

But I will hold on
I will hold on hope

I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones
Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves
But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made

But plant your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain down on me

Re: Loki, MCU and Comics

silver_deceit - 2013-01-29 23:50 (UTC) - Expand

So tasty, Faithy. Just like you.

Re: Faith Lehane (BtVS and AtS/ Comics)

faiththatfuelsu - 2013-01-26 05:44 (UTC) - Expand

sexxx_and_violence - 2013-01-26 06:07 (UTC) - Expand

faiththatfuelsu - 2013-01-26 06:24 (UTC) - Expand

sexxx_and_violence - 2013-01-26 07:08 (UTC) - Expand

faiththatfuelsu - 2013-01-26 07:16 (UTC) - Expand

[Booga knows a strange woman when he sees one when he sees one and such a stranger is deserving a fitting song. The mutant lets the song play out on his jukebox, giving a nod.]

*She hasn't revealed herself to him, doubts even that he would notice her were she not keeping to the shadows of this mortal establishment he's taken to frequenting. It usually rings with the kind of boisterous noise one might find in a tavern back on Asgard. Little wonder why he enjoys it-- but this night is different. It's slower, probably in part because of the weather, the frigid temperatures outside keeping those of a lesser constitution in their own homes where it was safe and warm.

Home. It was a foreign concept now and one that she tried her best not to dwell on overly much. Still, there's a certain sort of longing that can't always be denied no matter how talented the liar may be and Loki chooses a song before signaling a waiter to bring a glass of wine, content to simply watch him for the time being. It's as close as she'll actually get to what used to be home and it will have to suffice.*