I did create one for Thief Eyes, too! Actually, I created one for the very first draft and then, as I got to know the story better, created a revised one. Here’s the one I wound up using for the later drafts (it proved a good workout mix, too):
Dreams and Nightmares, Brianna Lane Walking Through the Fire, Mary Chapin Carpenter My Medea, Vienna Teng Cold Wind to Valhalla, Jethro Tull Be Careful, Patty Griffin Honest Lies, Elisa Korenne So Nice So Smart, Kimya Dawson Someone’s Daughter, Beth Orton Dead Men Walking, Janis Ian Blue Light of the Flame, Dar Williams Love is the Ride, Lucy Kaplansky How Far We’ve Come, Matchbox Twenty The World’s Not Falling Apart, Dar Williams The Atheist Christmas Carol, Vienna Teng =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
“I could be your guardian/Armor tight and weapons drawn/But I have a feeling that you’re already safe and warm/Who do you want me to be to you?”
“I know you’re scared, but no one’s spared when you play with matches/You’ve got me walking through fire …”
“So come to me my love/I’ll tap into your strength and drain it dry … For you I’d burn the length and breadth of sky.”
“Midnight lonely whisper cries,/’We’re getting a bit short on heroes lately.’/Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes …”
“All the girls sitting on the wire/One by one fly into the fire … Be careful with me.”
“Your lies are so honest/They give you away/They speak so earnestly/Of what you don’t want to say.”
“You’re so nice and you’re so smart/You’re such a good friend I have to break your heart.”
“I wanna see your smiling face before the new day begins/You never know what it means to see/To see the sunlight in your hair and eyes and everywhere.”
“Who’ll die by fire?/Who will seek the flame?/Whose heart’s desire,/Has the most to gain? … Dead men walking in the world tonight.”
“Everything burns in our path/The balance we broke/Left us running through smoke.”
“Love’s a roller coaster running on track/Don’t look down and never look back/Love is the engine that gets you up the hill/Love is the speed and the noise and the thrill.”
“I believe the world is burning to the ground … Let’s see how far we’ve come.”
“Welcome to the golden age of speed with grace/waiting for the angry gods to smite our race … the world’s not falling apart/because of me.”
“It’s the season of bowing our heads in the wind/And knowing we are not alone in fear/Not alone in the dark”
As with the Bones of Faerie playlist, some of the associations are eerily direct, while others are so indirect that I suspect no one reading the book would see them except for me.
If nothing else, I’m pretty sure I’m the only person who, when she hears Love is the Ride, is now secretly convinced the song must mean a bear ride, even if it never actually gets around to saying so. But at this point, I kind of have trouble hearing it any other way. 🙂