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So I say turn up the music, take me home or take me anywhere

So. Today happens to be this sweet little dude named Mikeyway's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIKEY! *smooches*

In celebration I'm putting up a soundtrack that [info]lovesongwriter requested of me last week. She asked for a Frank/Mikey soundtrack that took into account canonverse Mikey and Frank. So. I ended up with 32 songs on my playlist. Well, actually I ended up with a lot more, but I managed to winnow it down to this list. *g*

I also want to say that this soundtrack wouldn't be possible without [info]luciamad, who's responsible not only for addicting me to Frank/Mikey, but also for introducing me to the boys and to a few of the following artists.

On the legalese front...all songs will be deleted in 2-3 days, and if you like any of the music, think about purchasing from the artist via the means most convenient for you.

Frank/Mikey Mix - ZIP file (142 MB)

Individual songs are listed below. Please right-click/ctrl-click and save as. And following is the order of the soundtrack as I've envisioned it. If you'd like the whole experience, download the above zip file and put the songs in this order:

14th Street - Laura Cantrell
Weight of the World - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Numb - Portishead
Down To Nowhere - Thea Gilmore
Coffee and Cigarettes - Augustana
Doledrum - The La's
You Know I'm No Good - Amy Winehouse
My Kind of Trouble Is You - Helen Carr
Black Cab - Jens Lekman
Unloveable - The Smiths
Freak Me Out - Weezer
Breathe - Maria McKee
The Shining - Badly Drawn Boy
Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova
Ache For You - Ben Lee
While My Guitar Gently Weeps - The Beatles
Good People - Jack Johnson
I Want You - Bob Dylan
Busted Afternoon - Old 97's
Whetstones - Deb Talan
Human Touch - Bruce Springsteen
Let Me Be The One - Blessid Union of Souls
Save Me - Colt Seavers
Beautiful - The All-American Rejects
If I Make It Through This Winter - The Paperbacks
Designs On You - Old 97's
A Chicken With Its Head Cut Off - The Magnetic Fields
Hotel Room - Richard Hawley
Catch A Falling Star - Perry Como
Love Don't Roam - Neil Hannon
Harbor - Vienna Tang
Brighter Than Sunshine - Aqualung

And as another nod to Mikey's birthday, here's a snippet from the Jared Padalecki/Mikey Way that is still currently under construction but which was supposed to be finished today. *facepalms* Yeah. I suck with self-imposed deadlines.

Mikey was curled up in the corner of the sofa in the front lounge, tucked in the crook of the L, his knees pulled up to his chest, pretending to read a copy of World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War he'd picked up in the Borders in San Francisco three days ago. Frank was sprawled next to him, fast asleep, feet hanging off the end of the couch, and Ackles was across the bus with Gerard and Bob and Worm, all four of them hunched over Bob's new Wii, remotes in hand as they battled each other to the death...in bowling.

And then Jared was there, sitting down next to him, holding a Heniken that he had to have gotten from the stash the roadies kept in the equipment truck, and Ray was walking over to the Wii, mocking Gerard's skill, or lack thereof, and eliciting a fucking shut up, man, I went bowling every goddamn weekend with my dad; hey, Mikey, didn't we?

"Yeah, Gee," Mikey said, all too aware of Jared Padalecki's knee touching his, and it was all he could do not to move away. "And you were the fucking bomb of Olympic Lanes, too."

Gerard bowed deeply, his dark hair falling forward over his forehead. "Thank you, my brother."

"You still suck," Ray said, and he took the tiny white remote from Gerard. "Move over, asshole, and I'll show you how to get a strike."

Jared laughed and lifted his beer to his mouth. "Are they always like this?"

"Most of the time." Mikey let his book fall into his lap. "Although they're actually behaving at the moment."

"Must be nice to hang out together." Jared set his beer bottle on his thigh, twisting it slowly. His fingers were thick and long, his hand nearly covered the neck of the bottle. Mikey licked his bottom lip and looked away.

"Can be." He watched as Bob knocked Ray aside with one hip, sending him tumbling into Worm while Ackles and Gerard howled. He smiled faintly. "Until we start driving each other crazy two months into tour. That's when you wake up and your bunk curtain's been superglued to the frame." Mikey sent Gerard a glare. That hadn't been amusing. At all. He'd had to kick through the curtain and it'd taken two weeks to get it replaced, which meant he'd been restricted to jerking off in the shower in the mornings. Fucking asshole brother.

Jared snorted. "Try having your trailer door tapped shut with fifteen rolls of gaffer tape."

Mikey grinned and shifted a bit uncomfortably before Jared picked up his book and flipped through it. "Zombies?"

"I kind of have a thing for them," Mikey admitted, and then he flushed at Jared's laugh. "Not that kind of thing, dick--" He broke off, and grabbed his book back. Right. Great.

Frank shifted next to him and stretched.

Jared leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. He dangled his beer bottle between his thighs, fingers sliding up and down the thick green neck. "Nothing wrong with a bit of necrophilia, man." His hair fell into his eyes; he peered at Mikey through it. "Hot zombie chick comes around--" He lifted his bottle, took another drink, and Mikey couldn't stop looking at the way his throat moved as he swallowed. Fuck. Jared lowered the beer. "Hell, a hot zombie guy for that matter."

Mikey felt Frank still on his other side. "Yeah," he said and he looked at Jared. They were silent, and Mikey could feel the moment stretch out, tight and tense, and then Jared leaned back, flexed his feet out in front of him, and it was broken.

"Keep trying to get them to go there in the show," he said, "but you know networks." He looked back down at Mikey's book. "So. Dawn of the Dead or Shaun of the Dead?"

Mikey hesitated, pursing his mouth. Both had merits. But he was a purist, so... "Dawn. As long as you're talking about Romero and not that fucking remake."

Jared held his hands up, his bottle tilting just enough for beer to splash out on his jeans, leaving dark round drops on the faded denim. "Hey, it wasn't that bad."

"You can't remake a classic, man." Mikey shook his head. "Fucking Hollywood--"

"Not a Zach Snyder fan?"

"I didn't say that." Mikey frowned. He was looking forward to 300. That was going to be fucking amazing with the blood and the gore and the monsters, and okay, the loincloths too, he supposed. "Just, man, Romero, you know? It's a fucking cult. That was the first movie that scared the shit out of me when I was a kid. I slept with my light on for a week after I saw it because my dickhead brother kept jumping out of corners at me." He laughed and shook his head. "Gee and I made our parents take us to the Monroeville Mall when we were teenagers for the guided tour just for the hell of it. Pissed us off that they took out the ice skating rink and put in a fucking food court."

"Even zombies have to eat," Jared said solemnly, and Mikey snorted.

"Brains, maybe." He gave Jared a faint smile. "Living human flesh."

"Standard part of every Happy Meal."

"You're a sick man."

"I know." Jared took a swig of beer. Mikey wondered what it'd taste like on him. He shivered and glanced away. Jared wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "So, hey, look, you wouldn't want to come by the set tomorrow, maybe, would you?" He gave Mikey a sideways look. "I could get you on. If you wanted."

"Are you fucking serious?" Mikey's eyes widened and then he leaned back. "Dude. I don't want to be spoiled."

Jared blinked. "What?"

"I don't want to be spoiled." Mikey sighed. Christ, he hated having to explain this every time. "I won't even read the TV Guide blurbs."

"He won't," Frank said sleepily, opening one eye, and Mikey had the distinct urge to shove him off the sofa. Except, you know, it was Frank. "Bob read it out to him one time and Mikey threw an iPod at him."

"I still have the dent in my skull," Bob called from across the room, and Jesus fuck was everyone listening to their conversation? Even Ackles was smirking at them. Mikey burrowed back into the corner of the sofa.

"And it was my goddamn iPod." Ray lunged forward, sweeping his remote upwards. The bowling ball on the screen rolled straight down the middle of the lane. "Strike! Yes." He poked Gerard in the chest. "Take that motherfucker."

Gerard flipped him off. "Give me back my fucking remote, asshole."

"So you're pretty hardcore about spoilers," Jared said with a laugh and Mikey sighed.

"I guess."

Jared's eyes were bright and he leaned towards Mikey, his elbow on his knee, chin propped on his hand. He smelled like beer and Dentyne cinnamon gum and just a whiff of sweat and fuck. Mikey's dick jumped. "If I promise you won't get spoiled, you want to come on set? I can show you the Roadhouse. Introduce you to a few people. You can educate me on zombie lore."

"Well, you are pretty fucked up on it." Mikey curled his toes into the smooth microsuede of the sofa. "Your fucking zombie talked. Zombies don't talk."

Jared laughed. "Tell it to the writers, man."

"Don't encourage him," Frank muttered and Mikey shoved his foot at his shoulder. Frank grunted.

Mikey smiled at Jared. "Get me in, don't spoil me, we'll talk zombies."

"Sweet," Jared said and he lifted his beer to his mouth, smiling over the rim.

Mikey had the distinct feeling he was totally screwed.
Thinking: busy busy
Singing: Jens Lekman: Black Cab

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