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This is an art post for the Mentalist Mini Bang ([ profile] mentalist_bb).

Author: [ profile] feralious
Artist: [ profile] branquignole
Fic: (link coming soon)
Summary: (coming soon)
Art: fanmix + cover art

A/N: Whew. So this is what being on a deadline and having no idea where you're going feels like! But the good news is, I DID IT. Even though [ profile] feralious and I talked more about Holmes/Watson and all things language in our emails than the actual fucking Mini Bang, and were therefore a little hard-pressed to finish this on time, it was all sorts of fun! Thank you, [ profile] feralious! I hope you enjoy this. (: (And yes, I annexed Molly Hooper from BBC Sherlock as Jane's wife. :D Sue me.)



one shot to kill

i. Mad World (Gary Jules)

all around me are familiar faces
worn out places, worn out faces
bright and early for their daily races
going nowhere, going nowhere
their tears are filling up their glasses
no expression, no expression
hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
no tomorrow, no tomorrow

and I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
the dreams in which I'm dying
are the best I've ever had

ii. Cold Desert (Kings of Leon)

told me you love me, that I'd never die alone 
hand over you heart, let's go home 
everyone noticed, everyone has seen the signs
I've always been known to cross lines 

I've never ever cried when I was feeling down 
I've always been scared of the sound 
Jesus don't love me, no one ever carried my load
I'm too young to feel this old 

iii. Untitled 1 (Keane)

a house on fire
a wall of stone
a door that once was open
an empty face and empty bones 
who ate your heart?
you're cold inside
you're not the one I hoped for
I'll see you on the other side
I'll see you on the other side 

the wind wouldn't blow me home
to lie in your heart of hearts
will I ever see you again
and lie in your heart of hearts
iv. Strawberry Blonde (The Subways)

you're the matador and I'm the bull
you're the brass keyhole I fit into
you're the wind and I am the weathervane
you're the strawberry blonde and I'm the gray
you're the light and I am the firefly
you're the star and I am black as sky

tell me, yeah, sing your song for my lonely soul

v. The Boy With the Thorn in His Side (The Smiths)

the boy with the thorn in his side 
behind the hatred there lies 
a murderous desire for love 

how can they look into my eyes 
and still they don't believe me? 
how can they hear me say those words 
still they don't believe me? 
and if they don't believe me now 
will they ever believe me? 

and if they don't believe me now 
will they ever, they ever, believe me? 

vi. Blinding (Florence + The Machine)

seems that I have been held in some dreaming state
a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
no kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
until I realised that it was you who held me under

felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
no more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
no more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
no more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
no more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

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