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down on the street.the stooges
no mercy.the stranglers
knocked up.kings of leon
Have a good laugh at this: deep down, I never for a second thought they would find anything. Me, Mr. Street-Smart Cynic giving newbies my savvy little spiel about how the world is always two steps more vicious than you plan for, I never believed it would do this...
My jaw was clenched so tight I was sure my teeth were going to break. I didn't care; I wanted to feel that snap. The thing in the hole was curled up like a kid asleep, face tucked down in its arms. Maybe that saved my mind. I heard Rosie's voice say Francis, clear and amazed by my ear, our first time.
Someone said something snippy about contamination and a hand shoved a mask in my face. I backed away and ran my wrist over my mouth, hard. The cracks in the ceiling were skidding, jumping like a telly screen gone bad. I think I heard myself say, very softly, "Ah, shit."
all i want is you.u2
cold blooded old times.smog
i can't quit her.blood sweat & tears
I may not be able to make Olivia do anything else I want, but I've always been wonderful at making her argue. She let go of the door handle, leaned back against the wall and folded her arms. "All right," she said. "Fine. This girl Rose. Tell me: how did she ever hurt you? Not the person who killed her. She herself. Rose."
And the other half of me and Liv is that, in the end, I always bite off more than I can chew. I said, "I think I've had more than enough talk about Rose Daly for one week, if that's OK with you."
Liv said, "She didn't leave you, Frank. It never happened. Sooner or later, you're going to have to come to terms with that."
it serves you right to suffer.john lee hooker
brother.alice in chains
Holly had planned every step of this. She had walked into this house, gone straight to her birthright of steel-trap secrets and cunning lethal devices, laid her hand on it and claimed it as her own.
Blood tells, my father's voice said flatly against my ear; and then, with a razor edge of amusement, So you think you're a better da. Here I had been milking every self-righteous drop out of how Olivia and Jackie had screwed up; nothing either of them could have done differently, not at any lost moment along the way, would have saved us from this. This was all mine.
detective's daughter.emily haines & the soft skeleton
mike doughty.the king of carrot flowers - pt. 1
p.s. you rock my world.eels
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Frank Mackey is a recurring character in Tana French's Dublin Murder Squad books, a mystery series that tends to be about detectives getting their hearts and heads thoroughly wrecked, and he's first introduced as a cocky and cynical undercover cop in the second book before his character takes over for the proper head-wrecking treatment in the subsequent Faithful Place. Frank hasn't been near his family's old flat in the Liberties ever since he was 19 and resolved to escape the confines of abuse and poverty to run away to England with his neighbor and longtime girlfriend Rosie Daly. Only Rosie didn't show up at their meeting place on the night they'd planned, and he always assumed she got cold feet and decided to set out on her own. Frank spent the next twenty-plus years reeling over this rejection in one way or another, becoming the hardened reckless cynic and yet always harboring the slightest hope that Rosie Daly might return to him some day. Then someone happens to discover Rosie's old suitcase has been crammed inside the chimney of a derelict house on Faithful Place all along, and Frank gets a phone call from one of his sisters with the implication that she may never have made it away from home at all.
As the investigation of Rosie's murder unravels, the story isn't just about the tragedy of Frank's lost first love but of how the foundation of his entire identity was built on a betrayal that never happened, as well as a bitter distrust of most of his family, whose flagrancy he has always blamed for Rosie seemingly abandoning him. The revelation that his kid sweetheart was as dead serious about spending her life with him as she'd seemed to be in '85 is almost as hard to internalize as the fact that somebody may have killed her. In the midst of this disillusioning of disillusionment, Frank experiences a sudden clarity of longing for his ex-wife Olivia, the woman who loved him, gave him a child, and ultimately knew him well enough to sense that he was always grudgingly waiting for her to walk out the door. And then there's the conflict of piecing out who in his family he needs to forgive and protect and who among them he can't trust, but most importantly, what to do about his beloved nine-year-old daughter trying to pull off some investigating of her own.
Frank Mackey is a recurring character in Tana French's Dublin Murder Squad books, a mystery series that tends to be about detectives getting their hearts and heads thoroughly wrecked, and he's first introduced as a cocky and cynical undercover cop in the second book before his character takes over for the proper head-wrecking treatment in the subsequent Faithful Place. Frank hasn't been near his family's old flat in the Liberties ever since he was 19 and resolved to escape the confines of abuse and poverty to run away to England with his neighbor and longtime girlfriend Rosie Daly. Only Rosie didn't show up at their meeting place on the night they'd planned, and he always assumed she got cold feet and decided to set out on her own. Frank spent the next twenty-plus years reeling over this rejection in one way or another, becoming the hardened reckless cynic and yet always harboring the slightest hope that Rosie Daly might return to him some day. Then someone happens to discover Rosie's old suitcase has been crammed inside the chimney of a derelict house on Faithful Place all along, and Frank gets a phone call from one of his sisters with the implication that she may never have made it away from home at all.
As the investigation of Rosie's murder unravels, the story isn't just about the tragedy of Frank's lost first love but of how the foundation of his entire identity was built on a betrayal that never happened, as well as a bitter distrust of most of his family, whose flagrancy he has always blamed for Rosie seemingly abandoning him. The revelation that his kid sweetheart was as dead serious about spending her life with him as she'd seemed to be in '85 is almost as hard to internalize as the fact that somebody may have killed her. In the midst of this disillusioning of disillusionment, Frank experiences a sudden clarity of longing for his ex-wife Olivia, the woman who loved him, gave him a child, and ultimately knew him well enough to sense that he was always grudgingly waiting for her to walk out the door. And then there's the conflict of piecing out who in his family he needs to forgive and protect and who among them he can't trust, but most importantly, what to do about his beloved nine-year-old daughter trying to pull off some investigating of her own.
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down on the street.the stooges
down on the street
where the faces shine
floating around, I'm a real low mind
no mercy.the stranglers
The search is on for love and comfort constantly
If it comes your way tomorrow, count yourself lucky
Life shows no mercy
knocked up.kings of leon
I don't care what nobody says, no
I'm gonna be her lover
Always mad and usually drunk
but I love her like no other
Have a good laugh at this: deep down, I never for a second thought they would find anything. Me, Mr. Street-Smart Cynic giving newbies my savvy little spiel about how the world is always two steps more vicious than you plan for, I never believed it would do this...
My jaw was clenched so tight I was sure my teeth were going to break. I didn't care; I wanted to feel that snap. The thing in the hole was curled up like a kid asleep, face tucked down in its arms. Maybe that saved my mind. I heard Rosie's voice say Francis, clear and amazed by my ear, our first time.
Someone said something snippy about contamination and a hand shoved a mask in my face. I backed away and ran my wrist over my mouth, hard. The cracks in the ceiling were skidding, jumping like a telly screen gone bad. I think I heard myself say, very softly, "Ah, shit."
all i want is you.u2
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
cold blooded old times.smog
we said we didn't see a thing
and father left at eight
nearly splintering the gate
i can't quit her.blood sweat & tears
She got her hand on my soul
I can't quit her
'Cause I see her face everywhere I go
I may not be able to make Olivia do anything else I want, but I've always been wonderful at making her argue. She let go of the door handle, leaned back against the wall and folded her arms. "All right," she said. "Fine. This girl Rose. Tell me: how did she ever hurt you? Not the person who killed her. She herself. Rose."
And the other half of me and Liv is that, in the end, I always bite off more than I can chew. I said, "I think I've had more than enough talk about Rose Daly for one week, if that's OK with you."
Liv said, "She didn't leave you, Frank. It never happened. Sooner or later, you're going to have to come to terms with that."
it serves you right to suffer.john lee hooker
Serves you right to be alone
Because you're still livin'
In days done past and gone
brother.alice in chains
You were always so far away
I know that pain and I won't run away
Like I used to do
Holly had planned every step of this. She had walked into this house, gone straight to her birthright of steel-trap secrets and cunning lethal devices, laid her hand on it and claimed it as her own.
Blood tells, my father's voice said flatly against my ear; and then, with a razor edge of amusement, So you think you're a better da. Here I had been milking every self-righteous drop out of how Olivia and Jackie had screwed up; nothing either of them could have done differently, not at any lost moment along the way, would have saved us from this. This was all mine.
detective's daughter.emily haines & the soft skeleton
Every thread, every hair re-arranged to resemble
You could have her, detective daughter copy
Please don't be me
mike doughty.the king of carrot flowers - pt. 1
And this is the room, one afternoon
I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one else will go
p.s. you rock my world.eels
I was at a funeral the day I realized
I wanted to spend my life with you
Sitting down on the steps at the old post office
The flag was flying at half-mast
And I was thinking 'bout how everyone is dying
And maybe it's time to live
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Date: 2014-02-20 10:35 pm (UTC)PS. Fassy is your Frank? Hee.
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Date: 2014-02-22 01:58 am (UTC)I hope you enjoy the mix, thanks for commenting :D
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Date: 2014-02-21 02:36 pm (UTC)I read this book recently and it's my favorite of the Dublin books. Seeing this was a pleasant surprise!
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Date: 2014-02-23 09:13 pm (UTC)Also, Frank sounds like a character I'd love! I really want to read these books.
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