Fanmix/Fic: Take a Walk Around the World
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01. The Story || Brandi Carlile
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Once upon a time, when I was much younger, I met a man who had a blue box, and it could travel in space and time…
You don’t want to hear me tell this story again? Yes, I suppose your Xbox is much more interesting. That’s alright. I’ll just sit here by the window with my tea, and watch the street corners for someone passing by.
02.The Long Way Home || Norah Jones
I put food on the table
And roof overhead
But I'd trade it all tomorrow
For the highway instead
One thing for sure, sweet baby, I always take the long way home.
“Rose, want to do somethin’ tonight?”
“Yeah, Mickey… I want to go somewhere. Anywhere out of town you can think of?”
“Not really, no. I’m knackered, Rose, can’t you just bring round some Indian takeaway? An’ we’ll watch a movie.”
Later, he asks why she’s so late, why she took so long.
“Oh,” she grins, “jus’ took the scenic route here, tha’s all.”
03. Eight Months || Thea Gilmore
I’m chasing sunset cities and broken taillights…
Lord give me eight months to open my eyes.
During long days of trouser-folding Rose struggles to stay awake. Even with several cups of strong tea she still feels sleepy. She finally decides this fog that wraps around her head and softly muffles the outside world is not from the lack of sleep, but from the lack of an outside world, one that holds nothing real to her and doesn’t keep her from drifting away from it.
She gives it a few months before she has to make a choice between going somewhere and going mad.
04. Lost at Sea || Eisley
Sailing over wave and tide
Fantastic waves against our sides
And I'm not so afraid
Lost at sea
You and me.
He just throws her out to the universe, to all of space and time, and goes running along in his merry way, letting her bob along in his wake like a stunned duck. It’s not like Rose hasn’t noticed his constant glances in her direction, but those glances still haven’t kept her from being nearly fried by radiation or attacked by nineteenth-century undertakers or seeing her planet burn. He’s completely a stranger to her, practically kidnapped her- it’s not like she knew where they were going. She should be terrified.
Yet she loves even the terrible bits, and the wonderful bits she loves still more.
05. Whistle and Steam || Thea Gilmore
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you
Just like this face to face
And I know I should have called you
But I had another ghost to chase
Should’ve read your letters
Should’ve found out how you’d been
But the truth is there was no escape
The call of whistle and steam.
The look of relief on her mum’s face brings on such a pang of guilt, when she returns. (It’s not my fault. It’s all my fault. It’s not like I knew it’d been a year. I should never have stepped into that box. If I had to choose again, he wouldn’t have had to ask a second time.) But Jackie just doesn’t understand. She’s anchored. She doesn’t have the hook in her breastbone, pulling her inexorably forward to an unknown destination.
06. Wandering Kind || Laura Veirs
You gathered up my heart
Soldered together all the tiny shattered parts
'Cause the sun's been known to shine
On our wandering kind.
Sometime after the Slitheen attack on London, Rose feels herself begin to unclench; she hadn’t quite realized how afraid she was that she fit in better in London in 2005, just a chip-eating shopgirl. But she doesn’t fit there, she doesn’t fit anywhere. She fits everywhere, and obligingly the Doctor wants to take her to all those places.
He’s quite the Doctor. He’s fixed that painful fear in her heart.
07. Nine Million Bicycles || Katie Melua
We are twelve billion light years from the edge
That's a guess
No-one can ever say it's true
But I know that I will always be with you.
“How long are you going to stay with me?”
“Forever.”
But the thing is, they don’t ever stay. They leave, they go, they keep moving. Neither knows if forever exists. It’s alright, though: life is a journey, and if you focus only on the destination, you’ll miss some fantastic things along the way.
08. Galaxies || Laura Veirs
When you sing, when you sing
The stars fill up my eyes
Galaxies pour down my cheeks
Galaxies…they flood the street.
When we dance, when we dance,
Eels and sea grass float on by.
I’m ten thousand leagues beneath the sea.
Ten thousand leagues beneath the green, ten thousand leagues.
Maybe it started when they danced around the console to “In the Mood” and the Doctor tipped her back and told Jack no, Rose was all his. Or maybe it was when she stepped out of the TARDIS, light pouring out of her, saving everyone but killing him, and he realized his ship had decided she was theirs, too.
Both of them prefer to see the universe reflected in each other’s faces, as opposed to any other way.
09. You Belong to Me || Jason Wade
See the pyramids around the Nile
Watch the sun rise from the tropic isle
Just remember darling all the while
You belong to me
See the market place in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me.
He’ll keep traveling, it’s what he does. He suspects it’s what she does, too, and that she’ll keep traveling. He can see her in one of those grand airships, taking a tour of the world, gliding over the deserts and jungles.
A void interrupts the inches between them.
She knows he’ll keep traveling, it’s his way. Is that somehow better than a plan? She doesn’t have a plan, but now his ways are her ways. She is his, and he is hers.
10. Slow Journey || Thea Gilmore
Well I dreamt about you, about leaving without you
And going on a slow journey
And the neon will light my face
Like a ghost girl, like an empty space
In the trip and the trigger
This world’s getting bigger
Going on a slow journey.
The slow path. Rose has heard it described as such, the life without jumps around in time. Everywhere takes so long to reach; she can sit in the car for half an hour and barely move out of the part of the city she lives in. It makes her impatient.
It’s a consolation as well. She once had the whole universe to choose a destination from, and now she has just one tiny planet. But if that tiny planet can be so large and hold so many things, maybe it will fill her up somehow.
Play, something that we need to hear
Play to make the ghosts appear
Play until the bottle’s gone.
Play, play because your heart’s at stake
Play enough to liberate
Play until the bottle’s gone.
The music is loud in the bar, but Mickey can hear Rose perfectly over the din. “Gonna travel, I am!” she announces, then slurs, “Gonna travel tomorrow…”
“Where you goin’ to go?” he asks, not unkindly because he can see she’s a few shots past tipsy.
She leans closer to him, acting like she has a secret. Obligingly he lends an ear. “Everywhere!” she mock-whispers. “See this whole planet. Tell ‘em about everywhere else. Tell ‘em about the Doctor.”
“Sure, Rose. You should do that.” He helps her back to his flat to sleep off the tequila and the whiskey and whatever that colorful drink was. When he wakes up next morning, his couch is empty, and on calling her house (and talking to a member of the staff, been here months and he still hasn’t gotten used to the Tylers having staff) he discovers that her closet is, as well.
Three days later she calls him from Taiwan.
11. Lonely Night in Georgia || Marc Broussard
It's a lonely night in Georgia
And everything I do reminds me of being with you
It's a lonely night, but I'll be alright
'Cause I'm comin' on home, comin' on home to you.
She travels through the States, wondering if the Americans in this universe are just as loud and obnoxious as the ones in her own universe. (They often are.) But she finds them also kind, and she likes the South, where people grin back at her just as readily as she grins at them. They also like tea a great deal, tea so sweet you can hear the diabetes knocking, and Rose likes this, too.
She sits in an eclectic little coffeeshop in Georgia, not too far from Atlanta, and picks at the edge of a newspaper. She’s been traveling the world for nearly a year, now. Her seat by the window reminds her of that day when the Doctor sent her home from the Gamestation, and she tried so hard to tell the story of who the Doctor was and why he mattered so much and could only say: It was a better way of living your life. The spaceships don’t matter. You take a stand when nobody else does.
Instead of telling it she’s been trying to live it. She wants to have life, more and better than she had ever dreamed of. She takes stands, but she’s disconnected. A void separates her from the other part of herself. No, not a void. An idea of a void. An idea that keeps her from wholeness.
12. Walkin’ After Midnight || Madeleine Peyroux
I walk for miles
Along the highway
Well that's just my way
Of saying I love you
I'm always walkin'
After midnight
Searching for you.
The crossroads at midnight: that’s where the magic happens, isn’t it? Or is it merely where the devil shows up? The emperor of the Daleks once called the Doctor the devil. Rose isn’t afraid. She stands at the center of the intersection, nothing to see for miles but the treeline in the distance, and she calls out.
“I’m here! An’ I’ve been searchin’ for you, Doctor, an’ I’ll find you. You’ll find me. I’m not goin’ to give up. ‘Cause I love you. An’ I’m havin’ a fantastic life for you.”
Her watch ticks past midnight, so she chooses a road, and starts walking.
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Once upon a time, when I was much younger, I met a man who had a blue box, and it could travel in space and time…
You don’t want to hear me tell this story again? Yes, I suppose your Xbox is much more interesting. That’s alright. I’ll just sit here by the window with my tea, and watch the street corners for someone passing by.
02.The Long Way Home || Norah Jones
I put food on the table
And roof overhead
But I'd trade it all tomorrow
For the highway instead
One thing for sure, sweet baby, I always take the long way home.
“Rose, want to do somethin’ tonight?”
“Yeah, Mickey… I want to go somewhere. Anywhere out of town you can think of?”
“Not really, no. I’m knackered, Rose, can’t you just bring round some Indian takeaway? An’ we’ll watch a movie.”
Later, he asks why she’s so late, why she took so long.
“Oh,” she grins, “jus’ took the scenic route here, tha’s all.”
03. Eight Months || Thea Gilmore
I’m chasing sunset cities and broken taillights…
Lord give me eight months to open my eyes.
During long days of trouser-folding Rose struggles to stay awake. Even with several cups of strong tea she still feels sleepy. She finally decides this fog that wraps around her head and softly muffles the outside world is not from the lack of sleep, but from the lack of an outside world, one that holds nothing real to her and doesn’t keep her from drifting away from it.
She gives it a few months before she has to make a choice between going somewhere and going mad.
04. Lost at Sea || Eisley
Sailing over wave and tide
Fantastic waves against our sides
And I'm not so afraid
Lost at sea
You and me.
He just throws her out to the universe, to all of space and time, and goes running along in his merry way, letting her bob along in his wake like a stunned duck. It’s not like Rose hasn’t noticed his constant glances in her direction, but those glances still haven’t kept her from being nearly fried by radiation or attacked by nineteenth-century undertakers or seeing her planet burn. He’s completely a stranger to her, practically kidnapped her- it’s not like she knew where they were going. She should be terrified.
Yet she loves even the terrible bits, and the wonderful bits she loves still more.
05. Whistle and Steam || Thea Gilmore
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you
Just like this face to face
And I know I should have called you
But I had another ghost to chase
Should’ve read your letters
Should’ve found out how you’d been
But the truth is there was no escape
The call of whistle and steam.
The look of relief on her mum’s face brings on such a pang of guilt, when she returns. (It’s not my fault. It’s all my fault. It’s not like I knew it’d been a year. I should never have stepped into that box. If I had to choose again, he wouldn’t have had to ask a second time.) But Jackie just doesn’t understand. She’s anchored. She doesn’t have the hook in her breastbone, pulling her inexorably forward to an unknown destination.
06. Wandering Kind || Laura Veirs
You gathered up my heart
Soldered together all the tiny shattered parts
'Cause the sun's been known to shine
On our wandering kind.
Sometime after the Slitheen attack on London, Rose feels herself begin to unclench; she hadn’t quite realized how afraid she was that she fit in better in London in 2005, just a chip-eating shopgirl. But she doesn’t fit there, she doesn’t fit anywhere. She fits everywhere, and obligingly the Doctor wants to take her to all those places.
He’s quite the Doctor. He’s fixed that painful fear in her heart.
07. Nine Million Bicycles || Katie Melua
We are twelve billion light years from the edge
That's a guess
No-one can ever say it's true
But I know that I will always be with you.
“How long are you going to stay with me?”
“Forever.”
But the thing is, they don’t ever stay. They leave, they go, they keep moving. Neither knows if forever exists. It’s alright, though: life is a journey, and if you focus only on the destination, you’ll miss some fantastic things along the way.
08. Galaxies || Laura Veirs
When you sing, when you sing
The stars fill up my eyes
Galaxies pour down my cheeks
Galaxies…they flood the street.
When we dance, when we dance,
Eels and sea grass float on by.
I’m ten thousand leagues beneath the sea.
Ten thousand leagues beneath the green, ten thousand leagues.
Maybe it started when they danced around the console to “In the Mood” and the Doctor tipped her back and told Jack no, Rose was all his. Or maybe it was when she stepped out of the TARDIS, light pouring out of her, saving everyone but killing him, and he realized his ship had decided she was theirs, too.
Both of them prefer to see the universe reflected in each other’s faces, as opposed to any other way.
09. You Belong to Me || Jason Wade
See the pyramids around the Nile
Watch the sun rise from the tropic isle
Just remember darling all the while
You belong to me
See the market place in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me.
He’ll keep traveling, it’s what he does. He suspects it’s what she does, too, and that she’ll keep traveling. He can see her in one of those grand airships, taking a tour of the world, gliding over the deserts and jungles.
A void interrupts the inches between them.
She knows he’ll keep traveling, it’s his way. Is that somehow better than a plan? She doesn’t have a plan, but now his ways are her ways. She is his, and he is hers.
10. Slow Journey || Thea Gilmore
Well I dreamt about you, about leaving without you
And going on a slow journey
And the neon will light my face
Like a ghost girl, like an empty space
In the trip and the trigger
This world’s getting bigger
Going on a slow journey.
The slow path. Rose has heard it described as such, the life without jumps around in time. Everywhere takes so long to reach; she can sit in the car for half an hour and barely move out of the part of the city she lives in. It makes her impatient.
It’s a consolation as well. She once had the whole universe to choose a destination from, and now she has just one tiny planet. But if that tiny planet can be so large and hold so many things, maybe it will fill her up somehow.
Play, something that we need to hear
Play to make the ghosts appear
Play until the bottle’s gone.
Play, play because your heart’s at stake
Play enough to liberate
Play until the bottle’s gone.
The music is loud in the bar, but Mickey can hear Rose perfectly over the din. “Gonna travel, I am!” she announces, then slurs, “Gonna travel tomorrow…”
“Where you goin’ to go?” he asks, not unkindly because he can see she’s a few shots past tipsy.
She leans closer to him, acting like she has a secret. Obligingly he lends an ear. “Everywhere!” she mock-whispers. “See this whole planet. Tell ‘em about everywhere else. Tell ‘em about the Doctor.”
“Sure, Rose. You should do that.” He helps her back to his flat to sleep off the tequila and the whiskey and whatever that colorful drink was. When he wakes up next morning, his couch is empty, and on calling her house (and talking to a member of the staff, been here months and he still hasn’t gotten used to the Tylers having staff) he discovers that her closet is, as well.
Three days later she calls him from Taiwan.
11. Lonely Night in Georgia || Marc Broussard
It's a lonely night in Georgia
And everything I do reminds me of being with you
It's a lonely night, but I'll be alright
'Cause I'm comin' on home, comin' on home to you.
She travels through the States, wondering if the Americans in this universe are just as loud and obnoxious as the ones in her own universe. (They often are.) But she finds them also kind, and she likes the South, where people grin back at her just as readily as she grins at them. They also like tea a great deal, tea so sweet you can hear the diabetes knocking, and Rose likes this, too.
She sits in an eclectic little coffeeshop in Georgia, not too far from Atlanta, and picks at the edge of a newspaper. She’s been traveling the world for nearly a year, now. Her seat by the window reminds her of that day when the Doctor sent her home from the Gamestation, and she tried so hard to tell the story of who the Doctor was and why he mattered so much and could only say: It was a better way of living your life. The spaceships don’t matter. You take a stand when nobody else does.
Instead of telling it she’s been trying to live it. She wants to have life, more and better than she had ever dreamed of. She takes stands, but she’s disconnected. A void separates her from the other part of herself. No, not a void. An idea of a void. An idea that keeps her from wholeness.
12. Walkin’ After Midnight || Madeleine Peyroux
I walk for miles
Along the highway
Well that's just my way
Of saying I love you
I'm always walkin'
After midnight
Searching for you.
The crossroads at midnight: that’s where the magic happens, isn’t it? Or is it merely where the devil shows up? The emperor of the Daleks once called the Doctor the devil. Rose isn’t afraid. She stands at the center of the intersection, nothing to see for miles but the treeline in the distance, and she calls out.
“I’m here! An’ I’ve been searchin’ for you, Doctor, an’ I’ll find you. You’ll find me. I’m not goin’ to give up. ‘Cause I love you. An’ I’m havin’ a fantastic life for you.”
Her watch ticks past midnight, so she chooses a road, and starts walking.
Complete .zip + covers.
Please comment if taking! Please comment if reading! Please say hi to let me know I'm not all alone in the world! :P
Also, I'll probably make some icons and a wallpaper of the cover. Just sayin'.
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Date: 2007-09-14 03:29 am (UTC)I love it! I love Rose. I love your brain. *pets your brain*
I loved that you went back to S1 and described Rose's progression from befuddled traveler, to her decision to become the Doctor's partner. *sniffs*
Also: YAY! New music!!!
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Date: 2007-09-14 09:48 pm (UTC)I loved that you went back to S1 and described Rose's progression from befuddled traveler, to her decision to become the Doctor's partner. *sniffs*
All about the journey! Also about my insane desire to travel. But mostly about Rose's journey. Yes.
New music, yes! Is it weird I've already started planning my next mix?
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Date: 2007-09-14 09:52 pm (UTC)I love that Rose is having a fantastic life and not wasting her life away missing the Doctor!
I kinda wanted to parallel her journey with Martha's, actually! Cause I think that's what Rose WOULD be doing... when she was away from the Doctor, she'd always tell people about him, and I don't think she'd be satisfied with staying in one place anymore. Traveling around the world and talking about the Doctor seems as much her story as Martha's.
I hope you enjoy the songs!
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Date: 2007-09-14 09:52 pm (UTC)Your icon is brilliant.
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:08 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! I'm thrilled you enjoyed the fic and the art- I'm working on some more graphics based on the cover art tonight so stayed tuned, I should be posting that soon! I hope you enjoy the rest of the music as much as "You Belong to Me" (which is freaking gorgeous, and a friend of mine has decided she wants it in her wedding. Now if we can keep her from utilizing that before she's twenty, I think things will be good.)
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Date: 2007-10-29 05:06 am (UTC)lovely header,btw
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Date: 2010-12-23 03:03 pm (UTC)*snags*