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Nothing Matters But How It Ends: A War of Five Kings fanmix
1. The King on the Iron Throne
The King on the Iron Throne (Joffrey Baratheon): You Just Got Slapped (How I Met Your Mother)
What is this feeling that’s put you in your place? A hot red burning on the side of your face. You feel the blood rush to your cheek, tears start to fill your eyes. Your lips are trembling but you can’t speak. You’re trying, oh you’re trying not to cry.
The Queen Regent (Cersei Lannister): As Cold As It Gets (Patty Griffin)
I know a cold as cold as it gets—I fight a war I may never see won. I live only to see you live to regret everything that you’ve done
The Acting Hand (Tyrion Lannister): Lion’s Teeth (Mountain Goats)
The king of the jungle was asleep in his car—when your chances fall in your lap like that you’ve gotta recognize them for what they really are. Nobody in this house wants to own up to the truth. I crawl in shotgun and reach into his mouth and grab hold of one long sharp tooth and hold on for dear life.
The King’s Betrothed (Sansa Stark): You Fair and Pretty Ladies (Anonymous 4)
They’ll tell to you some lovely story declare to you they are most true—straightway they’ll go and love another; that shows the love they have for you
The Hand’s Bedwarmer (Shae): Motel Blues (Loudon Wainwright)
I’ll buy you breakfast, they’ll think you’re my wife. Come up to my motel room. Save my life
The Spider (Varys): How’s It Gonna End (Tom Waits)
Behind a smoke colored curtain, the girl disappeared—they found out the ring was a fake. A tree born crooked will never grow straight—she sunk like a hammer in to the lake. A long lost letter and an old leaky boat, promises we never meant to keep—and I want to know the same thing everyone wants to know. How’s it going to end?
The Mockingbird (Petyr Baelish): Demons (Guster)
My words confuse you, my eyes don’t move or blink, ‘cause it’s easier sometimes not to be sincere. Somehow I make you believe
The Hound (Sandor Clegane): Curs in the Weeds (Horse Feathers)
It’s like marrow without bone to live in a house with no home—where the son is the darkest seed, he crawls with the curs in the weeds
(Source: onlyalittlelion)