thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Music - Julien Baker)
I signed up for [community profile] remixapod this year, which I've never done before, and the podficcer I was assigned mentioned in their notes that they love movie music and the way it affects narrative. As such, I decided that instead of writing a fic based off their podfic, or doing visual art or something like that, I would record an original vocal arrangement.

I determined the lyrics by listening to the podfic a few times and jotting down my favorite lines as they came up, then culled from there. I clipped the occasional word but tried for the most part to keep phrasing accurate, kind of like when you write subtractive poetry by taking a newspaper article and blacking things out.

Recording quality isn't great and the arrangement is really simple because I'm not all that skilled with instrumental parts yet, but I think it's fairly pleasant to listen to and hope some of y'all might think so too.



I've included the cover art and lyrics below, for anyone who's interested. If you'd like to leave feedback or anything on AO3, the song will be available here on June 3rd, after the collection is revealed. (I know I'm getting a little ahead of myself posting it here but I can almost guarantee that my recipient doesn't know anyone I know and won't find out about it, plus I'm descending into an anxiety spiral thinking about sharing it so I figured maybe some pre-release feedback would do my brain some good.)



[ID: The cover is a shiny black heart rising out of a pool of black liquid, like a water droplet, with the words "SILVER SCREEN" in faint, dark gray block lettering at the top, followed by the dedication "THRILLINGDETECTIVETALES FOR DUENDEVERDE4" in smaller dark gray block letters underneath. /ID]

LYRICS

This is not a hillside sort of love
Sunsets and bright-eyed people
It’s a contact high, a soft sound like pain
You’ve been watching too much TV
Your thoughts double in on themselves like a loop
What possessed you?

We are an astronaut
We have been to outer space
We can be any shape you want

Living blood and breath
Caring is a new dance
Half tease and half threat
Waiting for a low moment
And a cheap laugh

It’s not like the movies
Not at all

Her heart is eating her alive
And fear gets old
Lit up in dark blues
Half-hidden in shadows
Dig for secrets until someone bleeds
Life isn’t always a fight, though you want it to be
The earth is full of possibility

He gives himself eyes and hands and hide
Handsome by human standards
He’s been in the mood for compromise
It’s a wonder he lived
Hunger is always with him
It’s what he is

We are an astronaut
We have been to outer space
We can be any shape you want

Living blood and breath
Caring is a new dance
Half tease and half threat
Waiting for a low moment
And a cheap laugh

It’s a little like a movie
Enough like a movie
Enough like a movie

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