PhD in Heavy Artillery
PhD in Heavy Artillery
Pacing the Cage - Bruce Cockburn
That Banner was still in the tower actually surprised her. No. That he was still in the country surprised her; once the location narrowed down to US, it was a given he’d be in the tower.
I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing
Disorder in the House - Warren Zevon
Fortunately it’s an intense burst that burns out quickly: he rips open most of the bunkers, yanks apart a 47 ton T-90 tank which audibly makes Stark choke up with some undefined emotion, then tears off across farmland into the sunset.
Disorder in the house Time to duck and cover Helicopters hover over rough terrain
I Need Some Sleep - The Eels
Natasha sits on the floor of the quinjet with him as he sleeps for hours, face bruised and drawn.
Everyone says I'm getting down to low Everyone says you just gotta let it go
Stolen Prayer - Alice Cooper
Being told you could sip from that cup, that it was okay, even when you knew that was a lie? It’s a heady, sickening feeling.
Well, I'm not unbreakable With armour on my skin Well, it's not unthinkable I could be fooled again
The Real You - Alan Watts (remixed by Colorpulse)
She wills herself still as it moves to her hand, delicate like wanting to stroke caterpillar fuzz. His fingerprint is pebbled on her palm, the human grain writ large and tough like ray skin.
And our fundamental self is not something just inside the skin It's everything around us with which we connect
Hope for the Hopeless - A Fine Frenzy
“But there’s a…a freedom in the idea that control is possible. That I could live within those bounds. Even after yesterday, it still seems like a fantasy, and…hard to believe in. But to stay here, I have to make the effort at giving it a shot.”
Stitch in your knitted brow And you don't know how You're gonna get it out
Unholy Dirty and Beautiful - David Usher
She just needs to ask for his help, but the barrier to that sits heavily in her chest, as awkward as the unsent messages on her phone.
Confidence fell through the hole in your pocket The simple's illogical so it be logic I'm caught in the diaries with all your complaining The curious scribblings of one who has everything
Hang Me Out to Dry - Cold War Kids
Banner had been focused, intent on the training mission Steve had given, “clear that hillside”, but the rawness of his emotional state had spilled over, and everyone’s ears were still ringing from the inchoate bellowing.
Careless in our summer clothes splashing around In the muck and the mire Fell asleep with stains Cake deep in the knees What a pain
All Mine - Portishead
Suddenly Bruce freezes, his visual field searing white around the edges, the pounding heartbeat coming out of nowhere.
From that cloud, number nine Danger starts the sharp incline And such sad regrets Ohh as those starry skies As they swiftly fall
Underneath It All - Scala
He continues, flat and hollow. “And I didn’t have control. Just for a second. But it was long enough.”
Kill my brain Yet you still remain Crucified After all I've died After all I've tried You are still inside
Somewhere (From “West Side Story”) - Tom Waits
Bruce covers his eyes and laughs up at the ceiling. How would he even describe a bed of pillows and dusty curtains and two battered people who embody the concept of keeping things close to the vest?
Somewhere We'll find a new way of living We'll find a way of forgiving Somewhere...