A Coupl'a Songs

A/N: That wonderful moment when you realise you're in document manager and can actually select bold and italics instead of coding for them like on deviantart.

I have a couple ideas for further creepy happenings kicking around inside my head, but for now I can't be bothered to write them, so you get to have these two songs I wrote instead. They are from the headcanon where Julius is an angsty musician who occasionally sings with my internal band, the Non-Conformists (see Band Together). The first one is full of phallic imagery and kind of plays on the theme of chapter two of this fic, 'Catch the Air,' and the general idea that Alex just doesn't care about Julius the way Julius is obsessed with Alex. Even after Julius has killed Jack, Alex tells him, 'you're nothing to me.' The second one is less about Alex and just about Julius's mindset in general, and it references the funfair-drawing scene! I have no idea how the second verse is relevant to Julius at all, but it seemed cool so I left it in. It has a tune, which sounds awesome in my head and turns to 'The Bear Necessities' when I try to sing it, and it does scan, I promise!

Amor Juli

Babe, you rocked my world's foundations,
Deepest deep to tallest height.
Destroying my life was just your day-job;
Tell me what you do at night.
Maybe I'll take out my blade
and put it in you, cut you, tear you.
With these feelings there's no training
On this earth that can prepare you.

Baby, I know you can read
my everything clear on my face.
However deep I cut inside you,
I can't find your secret place.
However deep I search inside you,
I can't find your secret place.

In the night when you are sleeping,
Can't you feel me rock the bed?
Groaning, sleepy, you roll over,
Glance and shatter me instead.
Revenge is just a word for power.
I've got it when I fuck you, suck you.
In my power for half an hour.
I'm wondering if I could break you.

If you crush a skull you'll never
Know what was behind the face.
However deep I cut inside you,
I can't find your secret place.
However deep I plunge inside you,
I can't find your secret place.

On my body I can't find
A single scar you didn't make.
Darling, I'm just a ghost of you,
An imprint trailing in your wake.
So smash the glass in, break the mirror,
Let our spirits intertwine,
And when I drop my aching fist,
At least I'll know the blood is mine.

I just want to leave a mark
on you that history can trace.
However deep I tear inside you,
I can't find your secret place.
I can make you hurt and scream,
Chase after you through time and space,
But however deep I cut you,
I can't find your secret place.

I'm Gonna Die of this Someday

Woke up, with a start.
Took a kicking from my beating heart.
I've put my crayon down
But the merry-go keeps spinning round.
I didn't know how many sprites were camped behind my eyes
Until they started lighting fires that I didn't recognise.

My soul is a barren trail that my body's got to walk
To find the answers that
I know are there.
They've got to be around somewhere and
Hey! You! What's your deal?
Make this kick seem so surreal
And I, I, I don't know why
But I know I'm going to die of this someday…

Ah…

Up in heaven there's a guy
Has to bottle breath; I don't know why.
How to store the breath that blows my way
From all the folks that died today?
The winds that I can't bottle make the whole place so damned cold.
They get into my tissues and I swear I'm getting old!

My soul is a barren trail that my body's got to walk
To find the answers that
I know are there.
Got to be around somewhere and
Hey! You! What's your deal?
Make this kick seem so surreal
And I, I, I don't know why
But I know I'm going to die of this someday…

Ah…

I've just been dragged backwards through the blazing gates of purgatory
Past some bureaucrat who doesn't want to listen to my story.
All I ever wanted was to go out in a blaze of glory
But I don't suppose that there's much hope of that in purgatory!

My soul is a barren track up a steep and dusty stair
Where myself has built
A bivouac
And I know he's waiting there.
There ain't room for the two of us.
That's why I'm pressed against my skull,
While the others sling their backpacks on
And saunter off to school! Oooh…

I've put my crayon down
But the roundabout keeps spinning round.
Hey, Doc. What you see?
Gonna pick apart the threads of me?
Well, you see, the problem with the happy camper don't you know
Is he's rooted in my blood and bone because I helped him grow!

My soul is a barren trail that my body's got to walk
To find the answers that
I know are there.
They've got to be around somewhere and
Hey! You! What's your deal?
Make this kick seem so surreal
And I, I, I don't know why
But I know I'm going to die of this someday…