plantagenet:

icarus in ermine; a mix for fool kings and boys blinded by their own sun

they do not remember where he was born; a castle or a hay barn makes no difference for a boy that beautiful. but there will always be the story of how he died: face down in a grove of laurels with arrows in his back, letting the tendril leaves crawl between his teeth and down into his lungs. they’ll say he fell in love, with some woman, with his own reflection, with the heat of battle, the same way a man never should. down, all the way down, until he cracked his skull at the bottom of it. let him be a lesson to the rest: that no man was ever so great that he could not choke on the taste of triumph. 

[01. sunrise - yeasayer; 02. the fox - niki and the dove; 03. tristan - patrick wolf; 04. in her arms - foxes; 05. the dust you kick up is too fine - sunset rubdown; 06. icarus - santogold & diplo; 07. moth’s wings - passion pit; 08. dance on our graves - paper route; 09. province - tv on the radio; 10. born to die (lana del rey cover, live) - patrick wolf; 11. the sun - the naked and the famous; 12. outro - m83]