#shawn james

[konn-torm]

Canine songs

She wolf - Shakira

Wolves - Selena Gomez

I know I'm a wolf - Young heretics

Son of the wolf - Shawn James

The wild one - Shawn James

The last howl - Shawn James

Wolves - Sam Tinnesz

Lone wolf and cub - Thundercat

Paw prints - Saywecanfly

Little wolf - Epic the musical

Lone wolf - Judas Priest

The wolf - Vargsången

Wolf - First aid kit

Run, wolf warrior run - Joyce

The wolf - SIAMÉS

The wolves - Ben Howard

Wolf - Tungevaag and Raaban

Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran

A wolf at the door - Radiohead

Down with the wolves - The score

Running with the wolves - Aurora

Wolves of the revolution - Arcadian Wild

Of wolf and man - Metallica

Wolf song - Patrick Wolf

Animal/Lover - Patrick Wolf

Coyotes laughing - Mangy bones

Coyotes - Modest mouse

Coyote - Mt. Joy

Coyote - Mako

Coyote - Chris Webby

Coyote my little brother - Pete Seeger

Coyote blood - Autumn J

little fox - Autumn J

Fox on the run - Sweet

The fox - Nickel Creek

What does the fox say? - Ylvis

The mysterious of fox hollow - Tom T. Hall

Foxes - Molly Durnin

Laika - Will Wagner

Bad dog no biscuit - Daron Norwood

Bad dog - Albert York

Good dog - Tall guy short songs

Song my dog wrote - Brendan Biondi

When you come home - Brendan Biondi

Along your side - Brendan Biondi

Your dog - Soccer Mommy

A dog with blood in its mouth - Flatsound

If I were a dog - Sydney Rose

Dogs I pass on the street - Sydney Rose

Putting the dog to sleep - The antlers

I wanna pet your dog - Texas toast chainsaw massacre

Big dog - Doglantic

Nice pup - Chloe Moriondo

Mutt - Sophie Meiers

And the hound - Yaelokre

Koer Muki (Muki on koerake) - Silvia Lukksepp

K9 - Autumn J

Stray dog - Amigo the devil

Stray - Wolf's rain

Compassion killed the kid: Ode to wild souls

Leading the pack - Sam Tinnesz

Wild dogs - Colter Wall

Rituals - Dog weekend

[mylovelettertogeorgia]

Imagine my surprise to find Burn the Witch by Shawn James playing over a scene of Connor Storrie as Lance Kingston being kidnapped and dragged unconscious in Criminal Minds??? Have I been living under a rock and Shawn James is mainstream now? Or is this just a very happy coincidence for me, a huge Shawn James and Connor Storrie enjoyer?? I have to know how this happened.

[larsisfrommars]

Overture Vibes: Thjazi Fang

My official Thjazi Fang vibes playlist to inaugurate the end of the Overture and the beginning of the campaign! Can't wait to see how much more and worse this guy haunts the narrative. I decided to loosely set up his life in reverse, starting with his untimely demise.

Hero by Heather Dale

Across the Seven Realms from The Bard's Tale

Burn the Witch by Shawn James

Dearest Sarah by Goodnight, Texas

Amen from Frankenstein: The Musical

Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil

Farewell by Bernth

Black Fox by Heather Dale

Vampire by People In Planes

Aha! by Imogen Heap

Cult of Personality by Living Colour

2 Falken by Faun

Firefly Main Title by Sonny Rhodes

Last Night Of The Kings by Van Canto

Change on the Rise by Avi Kaplan

Ede M Chante (Help Me To Sing) by Boukan Ginen

Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas

Fearless Hero by Antonio Banderas

Dancing Through Life from Wicked

Tam Lin by Anaïs Mitchell

Brother by Kodaline

Bremen by PigPen Theatre Co.

Secret Worlds by The Amazing Devil

All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix

Here's a Health to the Company by David Coffin & The Revels Chorus

[bttrflyblu]

Shawn James - Headed for the End

[theygender]

Brian Thompson tribute

Lyrics: Greedy Man by Poor Man's Poison, Prodigal by Poor Man's Poison, The Thief and the Moon by Shawn James

[music-interpretation-review]

Very Best Cover Tournament Redux

The first tournament this blog ran was for the the Very Best Cover, but in all the polls, we never voted on the frank comparison of each cover versus the original version. This special feature will allow voters to determine which version of the song is better: its original incarnation, or the cover that competed in the tournament.

Note that some of the original recordings will be deep cuts the listener is unfamiliar with, because a cover (whether the one that competed in the tournament, or another) is more famous.

Which is better?

Like a Stone by Audioslave

Like a Stone by Shawn James

Voting ended onMar 9

[bluespider008]

Idk why but this verse of a song I was listenin' to gave me strong Megatron vibes..

The curse of the fold —Shawn James

[cas-readsandwrites]

death on the wind as blood waters the earth

A TLOU ficlet. 600 words. Set immediately after S2E2. Content warnings for grief and loss.

(TLOU 2 spoilers. I recorded a voice memo to myself after waking up at 2am last night after watching episode 2. I do not know the game, I only have a vague understanding of what might happen next, so I have no idea if any of this lines up with the story, but I don't care, because what I do know is the disorienting sense of the world pressing in on your very eyes and ears and lungs when grief and shock set in so very suddenly.)

What Ellie doesn’t want -

- is to hear the thud and drag of the canvas-wrapped load behind Jesse’s horse. What she doesn’t want to have to sit in front of Jesse, and she doesn’t want to feel like she’s going to fall straight off to the ground, and perhaps keep falling, as the world hasn’t stopped turning since she was flat on the floor next to Joel, like gravity stopped working right for her when Jesse finally had to drag her away from the only thing holding her to the earth. But she’s forced to ride with Jesse as he navigates the terrain and his horse with one hand, and her with the other. Because Dina is barely conscious too and only has one working hand with the other bandaged up against frostbite, and Jesse is the only one strong enough to hold Ellie upright for now. Dina at least can keep herself moving.

What Ellie doesn’t want is to look at the hellscape around the fence, or to flag down what’s left of the guard at the gate, or lead a horse through the blood-streaked snow on the city’s main street. If it wasn’t for fucking infected... she doesn’t want to face up to what she thought she could fix. So she doesn’t. She closes her eyes and tips forward over Shadow’s mane. She wants to pretend it’s Joel behind her, that she’s in front instead of pillion because there’s a fresh hunt draped over the back of their saddle. She wants to pretend it was like how it was five years ago, when it was just them, before Jackson, before the Fireflies. She wants the simplicity of the only thing she ever trusted.

What Ellie doesn’t want is to listen to Tommy’s familiar footsteps, voice seeming to echo from a thousand miles away through the rushing wind in her ears that hasn’t stopped since she first felt it piercing her skin and eyes the moments before she entered the lodge. What she doesn’t want is to listen to Jesse’s faint, halting words through the maelstrom, as he repeats it again for Maria. So she doesn’t. Without Jesse on the horse, she slides ungracefully off, a sudden piercing voice in her mind “your horse is gonna take off if you don’t get off that saddle and take ‘er reins,” a voice that taught her to ride to escape the plains after they left Sam and Henry behind. She stumbles through the field of white and red, only a few steps but feeling like a journey across the whole valley. 

What she doesn’t want to do is listen to the voices, telling her to come to Tommy and Maria’s, or take her to the infirmary with Dina. What Ellie doesn’t want is for Joel to leave her behind. He never would, no matter how much she pushed. There was a reason she only went to the garage, because what Ellie didn’t want, never wanted, was to be apart from the closest thing she counted as a home. What she doesn’t want is an empty house, what she wants is to be anywhere he is, because together they made a home from a fallen tree, a snow cave next to a rock face, a hole in the fucking dirt because it was the only thing cooler than scorching in the sun. What Ellie doesn’t want to do is to face whatever it takes to crawl the rest of the way out of this valley. So she doesn’t. She lays back down in this half-shadow world, in the dirty snow, next to the bulk of the man she climbed the mountain for.