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The Magnus Archives || Fansongs

Theme music to 'The Magnus Archives', featuring viola solo by Elliot Corner.
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"Make your statement, face your fear." A weekly horror fiction podcast examining what lurks in the archives of the Magnus Institute, an organisation dedicated to researching the esoteric and the weird. Join Jonathan Sims as he explores the archive, but be be warned, as he looks into its depths something starts to look back… New episodes every Thursday produced by Rusty Quill, featuring guest actors, short stories, serial plots and more.

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES - main theme

Leviathan The Girl(Cover)

(thx 2 soundcloud.com/hotterwasser 4 singin 4 me)

In the vast alone, it's quiet for the first 
     time in a long time in my head.
I can see what I see.
For the first time in a long time, you're in bed.
You're not yet worried sick to death.
You're alive, and I've tried to stay here instead.

Ceaseless watcher, do you see me?
Am I hidden well enough?
Keep my heart locked from perceiving.
I will learn to give you up.

In here on my own,  it's easy to believe 
     that I'm not needed once again.
Except for this, I believe that I am needed 
     to be bled, to be read, to be witnessed, 
     to testify that you're right, then I'm finished

I'm not scared of loneliness.
You are there watching all of it.
Don't tell me goodbye, this is my life.
I am not scared of loneliness.
Don't ask me why. I wouldn't lie.
I am not scared of loneliness.
I'm home right here.

I'm Not Scared (feat. Hotterwasser as Martin Blackwood)

a fansong i wrote about agnes montague from the magnus archives!
album art credit: https://redlipstickresurrected.tumblr.com/post/186897213220/
background sample from “Upwards to the Moon” by Zi De Guqin Studio

on tumblr here: https://gerrydelano.tumblr.com/post/190593310555/ 

lyrics:

little girl tries sleeping in the fireplace at home
no one banished her inside it, she just lay down on her own
she stares up into the darkness of the chimney and she hopes
that someday she may go up in smoke

oh, the ends of her hair curl into embers in the wood
beneath her head like a pillow, splintered shoulders in the soot
flickers turn to flame and moves in kisses up her arms
it loves her, so refuses her a scar

she doesn't burn
oh, she learns

pretty girl sits quiet in the coffee shop alone
staring empty out the window like she used to do at home
she feels his eyes fall down upon her from the counter, like a doe
the ache of yearning blisters in her bones

he follows her up to the hill where water never works
to send him down she broke his crown and blessed him with a curse
her only kiss a smear of kerosene, a desperation unrehearsed
and love made sure to let her know it hurts (love made sure it hurt)

he burns
oh, she learns

learns that breathing screamsmoke blackens hearts as much as lungs
it can’t be coughed back out and she can’t glisten like the sun
there’s no one left to save with love and no one she can touch
affection is the pyre built on wildfire in the brush

her hands were only ever made to press through burning flesh
and boiling tears won’t put it out but scald it like the rest
and the love of waxen women makes no difference in the end
if never she can make and keep a simple human friend

she can’t burn
oh, she’s learned

firesorrow girl says, “hang me up; i’d like to go” (i would like to go)
this isn’t quite a chimney she can column up to choke (i choose now to choke)
the weighted hand upon her waist is chained there like a ghost, (always been a ghost)
but the rope she wears is woven cold with hope (yearning to be cold)

those who can remember sing her name out like a prayer (i am not your prayer)
the music to it hollow of the truth in her despair (hollow with despair)
in wickerwind the crackleburn of candles cries for fate (i rewrite my fate)
and firesorrow girl may someday be chosen again (firechosen girl, again)

firesorrow girl

Nobody Needs to Be Alone (A Jane Prentiss Fansong)

A Circus Most Peculiar (A Nikola Orsinov Fansong)

I Drown (An Archivist Fansong)

LYRICS:

JON
Tim, you haven’t seen that box of blank tapes anywhere, have you? Oh, Sasha, could you look into any mention of this book in the records? Martin, for the last time, no hot beverages around the technology!

It isn’t easy
Making sense of all this mess
But I shall simply have to try my best
For now

I’ve tried to digitise
These old, archaic archives
But I’ve been trying
For a lifetime
It seems

TIM
Jon?

JON
Yes, what is it?

TIM
Were you planning on labelling any of the tapes you record?

JON
Just play the first few seconds, it’ll be evident which statements they are by the introductions.

TIM
Right, it’s just that you’ve then got to rewind them with a pencil and it’s all a bit time consuming—

JON
Not now!

TIM
Alright, boss.

It makes my skin crawl
The way he speaks to us all
He may be stressed
But it’s depressing
That’s not what I need

JON
Sasha, did you find anything?

SASHA
I’m afraid not.

JON
Yes, I thought as much. Another baseless story.

SASHA
I did meet this very strange man, though. He had hands like claws—

JON
Not now, Sasha.

SASHA
And there was this man just covered in worms—

JON
Not now!

SASHA
But — wait — Jon!

Lately I’ve not been myself
I’ve felt like I’ve been someone else
This job is so degrading
I have a degree

JON
Martin.

MARTIN
What is it now? What have I done wrong now?

JON
I… Just wanted to ask if you were making tea.

MARTIN
Oh.

I just wish that I
Could make them all see eye to eye
I’m tired, sick of all the tension in the air

Jon, Sasha, Tim and I
Are doing mostly fine
But still I sometimes fear
That something else is living here

/ OVERLAPPING VOICES:

SASHA
Lately I’ve not been myself
I’ve felt like I’ve been someone else
This job is so degrading

MARTIN
I just wish that I
Could make them all see eye to eye
But it’s proving very difficult so far

TIM
The way he speaks to us all
He may be stressed but it’s depressing

JON
I’ve been trying for a lifetime it seems

TIM
That’s not what I need

SASHA
I have a degree!

/

TIM
Pub tonight?

SASHA
Yeah, go on. Martin?

MARTIN
I’m there.

ELIAS
Hello, Jon. How’s work? I’ve been keeping an eye on you. I just want to ensure you’re settling in to your new position. With any luck, you’ll soon come to see yourself as the essential part of the archives that you are. Sincerely, your boss, Elias Bouchard.

P.S take some time to absorb everything. It can be quite overwhelming, but I’m sure, with time, and a little supervision, you’ll find that you're truly in your element here.

/ OVERLAPPING VOICES:

SASHA
Trying to survive
In the Archive x3

MARTIN
How the hell can I
Make them all see eye to eye

JON
I am so damn tired!

TIM
Fuck the Archive!

MARTIN
He’s stubborn, he’s a joker
And she’s too good to be here

JON/MARTIN
I’m so damn tired/You look so tired

JON
Why did it have to be me?

TIM
Or me!

SASHA
Or me!

MARTIN
Why me?

Eye To Eye - The Magnus Archives: The Musical

A little theme for Rusty Quill's podcast, The Magnus Archives, and more specifically its head archivist, Jonathan Sims.

The Archivist

Round and Round (A Distortion Fansong)

i woke up from a dead sleep and less than three days later i had this reverse murder ballad on my hand! album art credited to parker @/cuttlefishkitch on tumblr!

posted on tumblr here: https://gerrydelano.tumblr.com/post/616237643010834432/

LYRICS:

honesty
that's what she gave to me
into the water i bleed
into the sea

truthfully
even when she lied through her teeth
it only meant she trusted me
to lay at her feet

oh, heave-ho
it's over the edge i sink
in pieces in ribbons in tatters i'm thrown
into the dark of the drink

oh, heave-ho
it's over the edge i go
blow the man down, he's a jewel for your crown (blow me down)
and no one will ever know

war, you see
is somewhere you go just to bleed
the end of a book you can’t read (books you cannot read)
a legacy’s greed

distantly,
familiar hope came to me
that even with blood in our teeth
my son stayed asleep

oh, heave-ho
the ship is my body, i gave
to my wife as the captain, the whip, and the brine,
the shark lurking under the waves

oh, heave-ho
the ship is my body, she cracks
the mast of my spine, spills my blood as her wine (lightning strikes and)
cuts a flag from the skin off my back (takes all the skin off my back)

way, ay, i wanted to say
though blinded i still saw the light
at the end of the hall, in a crib with his eyes
almost grayer than mine in the night

i gave up the sight of his face for his life
and i would have lost more for the same
i'd cut out my heart to save his from her bite
and i almost don't know who to blame

is it a murder if i made my bed
by her side when i knew what she was?
perhaps i'm complicit; i fell asleep first
in the bloodcutting comfort of jaws

forgive me, forgive me, i did try to swim
with my hands and feet bound to my heart
weighted and anchored with love for my son
who by birthright deserves more than scars

my eulogy
the carpet red under my feet
like standing on top of the sea (standing on the sea)
the frenzy beneath

infamy
how do you remember me?
that fool just so desperate to leave
that he couldn't see?

oh, heave-ho
a dead man has only one tale
i knew she had hunger for blood in the water
and that means it was no betrayal

oh, heave-ho
though, i have one request of you now
if my son can be found and his own hands unbound (find my son)
cut the rope - don't you dare let him drown 
(don’t you dare be the reason he drowns)

bloodwater ballad

Threadbare Web (A Martin K. Blackwood Fansong)

You Do Not Know (A fansong for The Stranger)

I wrote this song before s5 came out but I have a feeling it's only going to get more relevant...  👀
If you like this version, check out the acoustic rendition on my youtube channel! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cc_9lKAc0KY

LYRICS
The world I thought I knew is starting to change
things that once were normal now are frightening and strange
I don't know who I can trust if I can trust at all
there's no way of telling who's been captured by the thrall

All this paranoia seems to grip me like a vice
but after all that I've seen I can't help but think I'm right
I can feel the walls close in with how the silence drones
but I still can't shake the feeling that I'm not alone

I can feel you watching me

I can see with my eyes closed but the visions are terrifying
I hear voices that echo with the truths that they are denying
I can feel it in my head but where does it start and where do I end
I've had to cheat and hide and lie
is there still a human soul behind my eyes

Everybody seems to know what's wrong and what's right
but what's for the greater good and what will tear me up inside
I can hear the darkness call each day more and more
but is straying from the light what it'll take to win this war
this war

I keep on stealing words right out of your mouth
doesn't matter if I mean to cos the questions just come out
maybe if I save the world I'll finally be free
but I don't know if that's possible with everything I've seen

I can feel you watching me

I can see with my eyes closed but the visions are terrifying
I hear voices that echo with the truths that they are denying
I can feel it in my head but where does it start and where do I end
I've had to cheat and hide and lie
is there still a human soul behind my eyes

I've left the realm of reality
I'm against a force that's greater than me 
and all that I know could be lost
but no matter the cost
after the bridges I've crossed
it's too late to retreat

I can see with my eyes closed but the visions are terrifying
I hear voices that echo with the truths that they are denying
I can feel it in my head but where does it start and where do I end
I've had to cheat and hide and lie
is there still a human soul

So many friends have lost their lives
is there still a human soul behind
my eyes

Behind My Eyes (A Magnus Archives Fansong)

demo for the magnus archives; the musical

I Drown (An Archivist Fansong)

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