Eivør - Surrender

Eternal Blue

OBVIOUSLY this isn't my album but i need it all on my playlist so :3
Summer's Over Album: https://open.spotify.com/album/4l58JlPq72gOA4veRxboVR?si=fY41Tb9VTcOnQ5POu38dgg
Jordana:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5Bw9kFNhy019e4IBCJZlzw
tvgirl: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5Bw9kFNhy019e4IBCJZlzw

Summer's Over

Better in the Dark - Jordana x TV Girl

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Linkin Park -  Rolling In The Deep Cover

Jim Jones

Jim Jones (Cowards, Pt. 2)

Reanimation

H! Vltg3 (Evidence Reanimation) [feat. Pharoahe Monch and DJ Babu]

Geogaddi

Gyroscope

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Wook Dancer

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.