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Post 5 songs (or more) that start with the letter you're given. Let me know if you'd like a letter.

[personal profile] tamara_russo gave me the letter I.

It is a good letter, videos embedded under the cuts:

I Am Stretched On Your Grave by Sinead O'Connor.

It's haunting. She sings with pain that strikes true and it's always accompanied by distinctive Irish instruments and trills.

Favourite Line: I still would be your shelter/Through rain and through storm/And with you in your cold grave/I cannot sleep warm

I Can't Decide by The Scissor Sisters.

I've often discovered music through shows that I love. Scissors Sisters is no different. of course I heard them on the radio, who doesn't know "I Don't Feel Like Dancing", but when I heard this song and creepy lyrics, I knew it was a match made in heaven. The video will tell you why I love it so...

Favourite Line: It's a bitch convincing people to like you

I Am The Walrus by The Beatles

Who doesn't love Surrealism and interacting with "Alice in Wonderland"?

Favourite Line: Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun./If the sun don't come, you get wet from/Sitting in the English rain.

I'm Afraid of Americans by David Bowie (feat. Trent Reznor).

I actually only recently discovered this song, mainly because of this fanvideo. It is superb use of a song and images from a mediocre movie to make a video with bite.
The song itself it fantastic, because I always enjoy clever lyircs about contemporary politics.

Favourite Line: Johnny wants pussy in cars.

Last, but certainly not least! I Think I'm Paranoid by Garbage.

Shirley Manson was the first female celebrity I ever crushed on.
She confused me. In a good way.
The video of this song was the first time I ever laid eyes on her.
I still love this song, especially because I did grow up to be paranoid. It doesn't mean they're not out to get me.

Favourite Line: You can look, but you can't touch/I don't think I like you much/Heaven knows what a girl can do/Heaven knows what you've got to prove
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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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