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Dorian/Klaus fanmix, at long last
MIRROR ENTRY – COMMENTS DISABLED
By: enigel
Posted: March 8, 2008
Guns and Roses - Soundtrack for a Chase
(Yes, I groan at myself, but I couldn't resist the call of the obvious...)
This fanmix has been eating my brains, energy and what passes for my life for the past month(s). I've researched, obtained and listened to enormous amounts of music in search of the Perfect Tracks. Since perfection is not of this world, the quest is always open, but I'm pretty pleased with this one (pleased enough to grin at myself the mirror). A great tank you :D thank you goes out to partner in crime direaliete, who provided a couple of the key tracks.
Crossposted at fanmix, with the exception of the ficlets. Oh, yeah, there are some ficlets further down.
For the impatient and/or confident: zip containing all songs, art, full lyrics, playlist etc. at Mediafire:
www.mediafire.com/?hdmwtitmhr8 (copy and paste in address bar); ~64 MB, mp3
ETA: because mediafire is down today (March 13), MU mirror: www.megaupload.com/?d=3T50SRZ0
Individual downloads below:
01. I Hate Everyone - Get Set Go
"I bet you think I'm kidding / But I promise you it's true / I hate most everybody / But most of all I hate / Oh, I hate you
All the people on the street, I hate you all / And the people that I meet, I hate you all
And the people that I know, I hate you all / And the people that I don't, I hate you all
And the people in the east, I hate you all / And the people I hate least, I hate you all
And the people in the west, I hate you all / And the people I like best, I hate you all
Oh, I hate you all"
02. Jealous Of Your Cigarette - Hawksley Workman
"I'm jealous of your cigarette / And all the things you do with it / I'm jealous of your cigarette / And how you wanna suck on it / And not me"
03. Demolition Man - The Police
"You come to me like a moth to the flame
It's love you need but I don't play that game
'Cause you could be my greatest fan
But I'm nobody's friend, I'm a demolition man
I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom
I kill conversation as I walk into the room
I'm a three line whip, I'm the sort of thing they ban
I'm a walking disaster, I'm a demolition man"
04. Untouchable - Garbage
"This is nothing new to me / It takes more than what you've got / To frighten me
I'm not scared of you / There's nothing you can do / Or take from me
Untouchable / You think you're untouchable / You know / No one's untouchable
You are doomed to be undone / I swear I'll be the one / To bring you down"
05. Ache For You - Ben Lee
"And it's alright if
You're undecided
Or if you're scared
That you might like it
Or if it's true
I ache for you
There's no rhyme
And there's no reason
You're the secret in the back of my skull
There's no logic
So please believe me
Our love's confusing
But it never gets dull"
06. All These Things I Hate - Bullet for My Valentine
"All these things I hate revolve around / me, me, yeah, yeah / just back off before I snap.
Once more you tell those lies to me / why can't you just be straight up with honesty? / when you say those things in my ear / why do you always tell me what you wanna hear?"
07. St. Anger - Metallica
"St. Anger 'round my neck
He never gets respect
I feel my world shake
Like an earth quake
It's hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?
I'm madly in anger with you"
08. Don't Be Afraid Of Your Anger - Clem Snide
"Don't be afraid of your anger
I'll eat it with mustard and wine
and the crumbs in your hair
you should shampoo with care
if it's tearless I'm sure it would say
And don't be afraid of the language
I know you don't mean what you said
well, your tongue can get sharp
but it's soft in my mouth
and there's towels and ice we could use"
09. I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace
"Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you"
10. The Cactus Where Your Heart Should Be - The Magnetic Fields
"The cactus where your heart should be has lovely little flowers
so though it's always pricking me my ardor never sours
The cactus where your heart once was has power to rend and flay
I stick because I'm stuck, because I just can't tear myself away"
11. If I Were A Weapon - Suzanne Vega
"If you were a weapon / a hammer's what you'd be / blunt and heavy at the end / and coming down on me
But I've concealed a weapon / in a pocket knife attack / all folded up inside until you see the shine / and then you'll want it back
Well, if I am that weapon / I am pointing now at you / so just put down the hostage and we'll / talk it down until we see this through"
There were some songs that didn't quite fit, but still strongly reminded me of Eroica. Indecision, your name is sidestory.
Sidestory 1 - Angst
01 Never Be Free - Garbage
"You'll never be free
This is the place where dreams begin / I wait right here for you, my friend
I shiver underneath your skin / A brazen thief who walks right in
You can beat yourself up to the beat of a drum / You can drink til you drop, til you can't stand up
And it tastes so sweet, it tastes so sweet / You'll never forgive me, you'll never be free
You might as well kill me, you'll never be free / You'll never forgive me, you'll never be free"
02 .44 Caliber Love Letter
"With friends like you,
Who needs subtext?
Sub. Text. Sub. Text.
This is a .44 caliber love letter straight from my heart."
Sidestory 2 - Crack
01 Physical - Olivia Newton-John
"I took you to an intimate restaurant,
Then to a suggestive movie
There's nothin' left to talk about,
Unless it's horizontally
Let's get physical, physical,
I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk,
Your body talk, let me hear your body talk"
02 Küssen Verboten - Die Prinzen
I'm so, so sorry for this one. I couldn't help it. :D
"Du willst mich haben
denn du findest mich schön
ich muß sagen
das kann ich gut verstehn
Du machst Geschenke
und wäschst bei mir ab
Und ich denke
daß ich's gut bei dir hab
Doch da gibt es eine Sache, die ich gar nicht leiden kann,
kommen deine feuchten Lippen zu nah an mich ran.
Küssen verboten
Küssen verboten
Küssen verboten
Streng verboten
Keiner, der mich je gesehn hat, hätte das geglaubt
Küssen ist bei mir nicht erlaubt."
Translation (not by me)
"You want to have me, since you find me handsome,
and I have to say I can understand that.
You give [me] presents, and clean for me,
and I think that I have it good with you.
But there's one thing that I can't stand,
your wet lips coming too close to me.
Kissing forbidden, kissing forbidden,
kissing forbidden, strictly forbidden.
No one who has ever seen me
would believe that
kissing is not allowed with me."
Once more with feeling: zip containing all songs, art, full lyrics, playlist etc. at Mediafire:
www.mediafire.com/?hdmwtitmhr8 (copy and paste in address bar); ~64 MB, mp3
ETA: because mediafire is down today (March 13), MU mirror: www.megaupload.com/?d=3T50SRZ0
Please feel free to point out any technical mishap, undoubtedly due to sabotage by the Commies; comments and discussion are encouraged and treasured like James treasures his money.
The snippets of fic
(They are not songfics, by the way, just inspired by some of the songs.) Any historical inaccuracies are my gaps of canon knowledge Dorian's version of the truth. ;)
01 I Hate Everyone
"First I couldn't get any cigarettes. Then the traffic through this stupid city was stuck, then that idiot..."
"Which one?" Dorian interrupted irreverently.
"The CIA one. The idiot wanted my report on the mission and for me to fill out HIS paperwork! Me, Iron Klaus, to fill out paperwork!"
Dorian nodded absently.
"The idiot didn't even have cigarettes, stupid yanks and their stupid health obsession! Then the KGB idiot showed up, and now I owe him twelve good punches, and my jaw hurts."
"He got six punches on you?" Dorian couldn't refrain his surprise.
"No." The Major glanced sidewise at him. "I'm in an especially foul mood. I give back triple when I'm particularly pissed off."
Dorian proffered his cigarettes.
"Have one of mine, Major."
"Foppish, minty abominations!" Klaus said in horror, but he took one and lit it.
He inhaled deeply from the cigarette, then blew the smoke out in a long angry cloud.
"I hate them. I hate them all."
"All my cigarettes?" Dorian raised his eyebrows.
Klaus glared at him.
"All idiots, starting with you!"
"Ah." Dorian nodded dutifully.
The Major had been like this from the second they'd landed in Washington. American air really didn't agree with him.
"The Eastern ones are idiots. Our allies are trying to out-idiot them. My men are incompetent idiots. The yanks are... yanks."
Klaus puffed deeply, then looked suspiciously at the earl.
"And you. You're trying to get under my skin, aren't you, listening to my ranting, giving me your disgusting cigarettes? Stop being condescending to me!"
"Yes, dear," said Dorian meekly.
"Argh, stop this! I still hate you, you know. I hate you the most of all!"
"Glad to hear that, Major," Dorian said solemnly. "I'd hate to be lumped in with the masses."
"Hmph."
02 Jealous Of Your Cigarette
"Anyway, that's not why. No, Major, it's just..." he stopped.
"WHAT?"
"I like watching you smoke," Dorian confessed, lowering his eyes in false modesty. "I love it and hate it."
"What the fuck does my smoking concern you, idiot?"
The Major looked genuinely surprised. Oh, won't he have a surprise, thought Dorian wickedly, eyeing his escape routes.
"I love watching you do it, but I also hate and envy your cigarette," Dorian said in a conspiratorial whisper. "You see, I can't help thinking... wishing..." He wondered how much more explicit he would have to be when the Major's eyes widened in horrified understanding.
"You... You... You disgusting, shameless pervert! Are you trying to sully even smoking for me?"
The cigarette had fallen to the ground, and Dorian wondered if it would be too much if he picked it and took an ostentatious drag from it.
He took a step forward and the Major stepped back, like in a comedic tango.
"I'm going inside! It's unhealthy to stay here and listen to your perversions. At least the CIA aren't degenerate idiots!"
Dorian watched his hasty retreat with a curious smile.
"Oh, Major. You think you're so untouchable. But then why are you running from me? One day I'll corner you, and there'll be no place to run."
Side-story 1 - An Extra Serving of Angst (and crack too, because it wouldn't be Eroica without it...)
01 Never Be Free
"What the fuck is this now? Who did you steal this from?"
"Oh, I didn't steal this one, Major," Dorian said softly. "I inherited it."
"What kind of sick masochist would have their ancestor pictured dead by his archenemy?"
The conversation was going to plan so far, thought Dorian and allowed a small smile to bloom on his lips.
"It wasn't my ancestor, it was yours. He had this painted, and then he sent it to my ancestor's family, as a gift."
"Bloody pompous sick fuck. I knew I didn't like him."
Dorian hid his irritation. There were a bit too many curse words; it was marring the atmosphere of tragedy; but he pursued the plan.
"Benedict hated him too, but he also loved him. They had what you'd call a love-hate relationship." He glanced sidewise at Klaus, to see if his words made the impression he wanted. It was hard to say what the Major thought. He looked like he craved a cigarette.
"Just like I love and hate you, Major. You put me through more torment and pains than any other man I've ever loved. And looking at Benedict here..." he added before the Major could unleash a blue streak of words, "he looks peaceful, at least. Sad, but peaceful."
"He looks foppish and dead. Did you bring me here for a lesson of history or masochism?"
Dorian ignored the severely unromantic attitude and chose to answer the question like planned.
"I brought you here for a confession and a decision, Major and please, for the love of tanks, would you let me finish? The confession is mine, and the decision will be yours."
He turned to the Major and, faster than lightning, he pulled out a knife and put the tip against his own chest. With his left hand he grabbed the Major's right one and wrapped it around the hand holding the dagger.
"I confess I will never stop pursuing you. No matter where, when or how, I'll keep hounding your steps, interfering with your missions," he emphasised the words, "every step, every county, every continent. You'll never be free of my love, until all you can think of is me. Until," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "until you either accept me or kill me."
Dorian held his breath, the tip of the knife a pointed reminder that his bluff had the slightest chance of going awfully wrong.
"So I'm giving you the chance to kill me now. There are only my fingerprints on the hilt. The angle should be roughly correct. It would look perfect," he laughed hollowly, "the romantic Earl dying for his unrequited love, history repeating itself in the shadow of the past."
He was really getting teary-eyed. It was so perfectly romantic, even if he did die today, by his own love's hand... He looked the Major straight in the eyes.
The Major's poker face was perfect, as usual.
"You forgot the other possibility," he said blankly.
The knife flew out of Dorian's hand, pulled by a force greater than nature's fury, and clanged to the floor.
"I MIGHT FUCKING KILL MYSELF TO GET RID OF THIS STUPID FAGGOTRY YOU KEEP DRAGGING ME IN! I'M SO SICK OF THIS DRAMA-QUEEN BULLSHIT! I'll take the knife and shove it into your fucking ass!"
The Major began shaking him by the shoulders and Dorian remembered to close his mouth, which had dropped open in sheer surprise.
He managed to pull himself out of the Major's grasp and began running, with the Major's furious shouts on his heels. Dorian covered his ears with his hands to shield himself from the ugly words, who were completely shattering the romantic atmosphere. He'd really hoped that faced with his demise or a lifetime of chase, the Major would finally realise and admit his true love! The Major really had no romantic bone in his body, he reflected while dodging a potted plant. Well, at least he'd implicitly accepted the idea of the lifetime of chase. His eyes sparkled at that and he turned to grin at his angry pursuer, just in time to intercept and rescue a precious ashtray he'd liberated from Salim.
02 44. Caliber Love Letter
"Stop it, Major," Mischa said cheerfully. "One more step and Mr. Eroica dies."
"And what makes you think I'd care about that?" Klaus advanced unflinchingly, gun still trained on the KGB agent's head.
"Major! Give me the other microfilm and I'll let him live."
"And why would I want that? He's not just a pervert and a shameless thief. He's a nuisance and a pest. He's," Klaus spat the word, "a liability. If you kill him you'll just spare me God knows how many more flunked missions and public embarrassments. If it wasn't for you," he was looking at Eroica now, "the KGB would never had got their paws on the microfilm in the first place."
"I don't believe you, Major. You're bluffing."
"Oh, am I?"
Mischa glanced briefly at the thief. Eroica's face was white as freshly fallen Siberian snow.
"In fact," the Major continued, "let me spare you the dilemma. Lord Gloria," he was looking Dorian straight in the eyes, "this is the last goddamn mission you fuck up for me."
Eroica was looking back at him.
"I still love you, Major," he whispered.
"If you loved me," neither of them had ever heard that particular growling tone, "you wouldn't want me to fail my missions, would you? I'll spare you the guilt. This," he moved the gun a fraction, "is my love."
He pulled the trigger. Dorian felt the impact with distant surprise. It was really violent. Then the room was spinning and next he was staring at Mischa and the Major in the mirror that had been to his left.
"You're insane!" Mischa exclaimed, but Iron Klaus didn't let him time to react. He pulled the trigger again, and again. The heavy KGB agent went down screaming. Broken kneecaps hurt like hell.
"Are you all right, Lord Gloria?"
"Yes," said Dorian, "though there'll be a bit of a bruise for a while. Look..."
"Don't be indecent!" shouted Klaus.
"I just wanted to show you the bruise. I thought you'd want to have all the data for the new kevlar test," he glanced sidewise.
"You'll give all this information to our medics and technicians," Klaus said brusquely, then dragged Dorian to his feet. "Come on. I need a fucking smoke."
Dorian followed, smiling slightly.
"I could use one too. Mine seem to have become unusually flat, or blown to bits."
Klaus shoved the pack of cigarettes at him, without looking at Eroica's face.
Dorian circled him gracefully to stare him in the eyes.
"I knew I was perfectly safe, Major. I trust you."
Klaus took a deep drag from his cigarette and didn't reply. They smoked the rest in silence.