intrikate88 | Fanmix: Beautiful Monstrosities and Monstrous Beauties (Being Human)

Three people, one house, and one pursuit of an ordinary human life, whatever that is. Whatever human is. Is it blending in, or defining Us and Them? Staying to stand up for yourself, or running away? Joining when somebody invites you, or separating yourself? Loving, or hating? The line between human and horror becomes less solid every day, leaving each of the three to become more unsure whether to be proud of who they are, or ashamed of those things they hate to show the world. But in the end, aren't all these things they achieve the heights and depths of what it means to be human?

Beautiful Monstrosities and Monstrous Beauties: A Being Human fanmix about being human.

Monsters || The Boy Least Likely To

this town is full of monsters | holding hands with other monsters | and attempting to be human beings | shuffling around the shops | and waving at balloons

Bulletin Britain || Thea Gilmore

i should have known we'd never do it | never see humanity as some screwball work of art | we've gotta pick our shades and choose our pigments | that's bulletin britain rallying round its colour chart | we need our borders, our specifics | we've got each culture on a population graph | branding the “them and us” with extremist hieroglyphics | and that's bulletin britain rallying round its colour chart

Strange Little Girl || Tori Amos

she didn't know how to live in a town that was rough | it didn't take long before she knew she had enough | walking home in her wrapped up world | she survived but she's feeling old | and she found all things cold | strange little girl | where are you going?

Blood Makes Noise || Suzanne Vega

but blood makes noise | it's a ringing in my ear | blood makes noise | and I can't really hear you | in the thickening of fear

The Monster Song || Psapp

oh, and it's happening again | it is laughing in the rain | when it gets me i will | never be the same | come out the dark | and join the march | and we'll taste victory, i know | and through the crowds | and bustling sounds | there's something waiting for me

Crucify || Tori Amos

i got a bowling ball in my stomach | i got a desert in my mouth | figures that my courage would choose to sell out now | i've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets | looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets | i've been raising up my hands | drive another nail in | just what God needs | one more victim

Night of the Living Dead || Tilly and the Wall

let's get wild, wild, wild. Let's rejoice. | c'mon, c'mon, i want to hear that fucking noise. | oh the push and pull of everything, oh this nightmare of electricity. | we are the living dead, yeah the living dead. | that's the way it is. that's the way it's always been. | god, put down your gun can't you see we're dead? | i said, god put down your hand we're not listening. | oh we never were. | i want to fuck it up. | i feel so alive. | and I feel

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