Heres my scene...help me put some music to it...

I would prefer something thats sad and has amazing lyrics. Im thinking of using an Red House Painters song.

Hazy Jane by Nick Drake sounds like the kind of thing you're after.

If it was my film I'd have summat by The Pixies, and I'd have the guy smiling and fiddling with an axe.

Cameron Crowe to thread!

The Kings of Convenience, maybe. I am such the sucker for the Simon & Garfunkel stylee.

"Built To Spill" by Built To Spill, off Ultimate Alternative Wavers.

The first thing that springs to mind is "D" by Codeine. Dunno why. It may be a bit too bitter and too "rock" than you're thinking.

Galaxie 500? Some other early '90s swoon-core band?

People seem to license Elliott Smith tunes for this sort of thing a lot.

Kings of Convenience...hmmm, that would fit nicely. I'm a sucker for the Simon and Garfunkelness too. What song? Westhill?

Sterling, you are lying.

Mogwai Fear Satan

THats for when the next scene kicks in and the guys ex gf is getting drilled on the kitchen table.

i'd second that vote for hazy jane by nick drake.

hazy jane I or hazy jane II

"Down Ass Bitch" by Ja Rule off the Pain Is Love album.

ne I

Side Two Bryter Layter Fly Poor boy Northern sky Sunday

All bass and string arrangements by Robert Kirby

Introduction (1:33) Dave Pegg, bass Dave Mattacks, drums Instrumental

Hazey Jane II (3:41) Dave Pegg, bass Dave Mattacks, drums Richard Thompson, lead guitar And what will happen in the morning when the world it gets so crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning.

And what will happen in the evening in the forest with the weasel with the teeth that bite so sharp when you're not looking in the evening.

And all the friends that you once knew are left behind they kept you safe and so secure amongst the books and all the records of your lifetime.

What will happen In the morning When the world it gets so crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning.

Hey, take a little while to grow your brother's hair And now, take a little while to make your sister fair. And now that the family Is part of a chain Take off your eyeshade Start over again.

Now take a little while to find your way in here Now take a little while to make your story clear. Now that you're lifting Your feet from the ground Weigh up your anchor And never look round.

Let's sing a song For Hazey Jane She's back again in my mind. If songs were lines In a conversation The situation would be fine.

At the chime of a city clock (4:42) Ray Warleigh, alto sax Dave Pegg, bass Mike Kowalski, drums

Iain Cameron's analysis of River Man & At The Chime Of A City Clock A city freeze Get on your knees Pray for warmth and green paper. A city drought You're down and out See your trousers don't taper. Saddle up Kick your feet Ride the range of a London street Travel to a local plane Turn around and come back again.

And at the chime of the city clock Put up your road block Hang on to your crown. For a stone in a tin can Is wealth to the city man Who leaves his armour down.

Stay indoors Beneath the floors Talk with neighbours only. The games you play Make people say You're either weird or lonely. A city star Won't shine too far On account of the way you are And the beads Around your face Make you sure to fit back in place.

And at the beat of the city drum See how your friends come in twos; Or threes or more. For the sound of a busy place Is fine for a pretty face Who knows what a face is for.

The city clown Will soon fall down Without a face to hide in. And he will lose If he won't choose The one he may confide in. Sonny boy With smokes for sale Went to ground with a face so pale And never heard About the change Showed his hand and fell out of range.

In the light of a city square Find out the face that's fair Keep it by your side. When the light of the city falls You fly to the city walls Take off with your bride.

But at the chime of a city clock Put up your road block Hang on to your crown. For a stone in a tin can Is wealth to the city man Who leaves his armour down.

One of these things first (4:46) Paul Harris, piano Ed Carter, bass Mike Kowalski, drums

It has been pointed out that this song's lyrics bears resemblances to 'The Way You Do The Things You Do' - a song written by Smokey Robinson and a hit single for The Temptations in 1965:

You got a smile so bright You know you could have been a candle I'm holding you so tight You know you could have been a handle The way you swept me off my feet You know you could have been a broom The way you smell so sweet You know you could have been some perfume

Well, you could have been anything that you wanted to And I can tell, the way you do the things you do

As pretty as you are You know you could have been a flower If good looks was a minute You know you could have been an hour The way you stole my heart You know you could have been a cool crook And baby you're so smart You know you could have been a schoolbook

Well, you could have been anything that you wanted to And I can tell, the way you do the things you do

You make my life so rich You know you could have been some money Baby you're so sweet You know you could have been some honey

Well, you could have been anything that you wanted to And I can tell the way you do the things you do I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook A real live lover, could have been a book. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be Here and now I would be, I should be But how? I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first.

I could have been your pillar, could have been your door I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more. Could have been your statue, could have been your friend, A whole long lifetime could have been the end. I could be yours so true I would be, I should be through and through I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first.

I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute A real live giver, could have been a boot. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be even here I would be, I should be so near I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first.

Hazey Jane I (4:24) Dave Pegg, bass Dave Mattacks, drums Do you curse where you come from, Do you swear in the night Will it mean much to you If I treat you right. Do you like what you're doing, Would you do it some more Or will you stop once and wonder What you're doing it for. Hey slow Jane, make sense Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.

Do you feel like a remnant Of something that's past Do you find things are moving Just a little too fast. Do you hope to find new ways Of quenching your thirst, Do you hope to find new ways Of doing better than your worst. Hey slow Jane, let me prove Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move.

Do it for you, Sure that you would do the same for me one day. So try to be true, Even if it's only in your hazey way.

Can you tell if you're moving With no mirror to see, If you're just riding a new man Looks a little like me. Is it all so confusing, Is it hard to believe When the winter is coming Can you sign up and leave. Hey slow Jane, live your lie Slow, slow jane, fly on by.

Do you curse where you come from, Do you swear in the night Will it mean much to you If I treat you right. Do you like what you're doing, Would you do it some more Or will you stop once and wonder What you're doing it for. Hey slow Jane, make sense Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.

Do you feel like a remnant Of something that's past Do you find things are moving Just a little too fast. Do you hope to find new ways Of quenching your thirst, Do you hope to find new ways Of doing better than your worst. Hey slow Jane, let me prove Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move.

Do it for you, Sure that you would do the same for me one day. So try to be true, Even if it's only in your hazey way.

Can you tell if you're moving With no mirror to see, If you're just riding a new man Looks a little like me. Is it all so confusing, Is it hard to believe When the winter is coming Can you sign up and leave. Hey slow Jane, live your lie Slow, slow jane, fly on by.

that is perfect....I vote for that as well.

"Down Ass Bitch"
(feat. Charli Baltimore)

[Ja Rule - talking]
Ja Rule, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a lady
And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me
Every thug needs a lady
Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch

[Chorus - Ja Rule]
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch

[Ja Rule]
Uh
I know that you're lovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust slugs for me?
My baby
Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule?
You feel me
Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot
Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop
And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low
And I'm two cars back with the four-four
And it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be 'bout
You know me
And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs?
My lady
Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen
Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars
A star is born
In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me

[Chorus]

[Charli Baltimore]
Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from
Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin
There'll be no tellin, snitches get it back
Those gats to your backs for my boy
What part of the game is that, huh?
Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact
My fame's in tact so cops won't know what it's hittin for
Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for
'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde
It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental
I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor?
What they know about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you
And my baby three-eighty at my side
And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug
My love, they gotta take us in blood, what

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
You could die from love, at any given time I could die from slugs
But that's what this life is capable of
The death and the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I'm scared of
But God up in Heaven who ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade
Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule 'cause that's my baby
Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Blazed by the shots and flares
Girl c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat
It's a bit much to blaze up, Rule and Chuck, N-I-G, the Murderous, I- N-C
With one on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will toast ya quick
Especially a down ass bitch

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, ladies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, ladies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby

[Chorus 2x]

Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)

The Prayerboat "Was This Love"

The new Doves track "Sulphar Man"

Use something instrumental. I suggest "B + A" by Beta Band. Failing that, how about "Hell Bent" by Kenna?

What about "Katys Song" Simon and Garfunkel. Good lyrics, seem to fit....

I'm not sure if this son fits the scene exactly - but the scene made me think of "Second Hand Furniture" by the Go-Betweens.

But I would reccomend "Whaddya?" by the Jazz Butcher - both for the lyrics and the mood:
" Whaddya think I'm standing here for?
Oh and I would let the handrail go
If I thought anything could catch my fall.
Whaddya think I'm standing here for? "

sad, lonely and beautiful:Id go for something from Sparklehorse

Clearly, the answer is Andrew WK.

Lying Ass Bitch - Fishbone

the first 2 songs on Nico's Chelsea Girls, work in any movie, anywhere, but so many people use them.

A Chris Bell song.

"Asleep" by The Smiths

I've mentioned this song elsewhere. Acoustic guitar, melancholy picking for a while - and then, once you've decided it's an instrumental, in comes Willie Nelson's clear, sad Texas voice, almost speaking "And the sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all." It's a chilling moment to fit the mood beautifully, and surprise at the right moment. The song is called I Never Cared For You.

All the really hip directors use Elliott Smith songs.

Willie Nelson's clear, sad Texas voice[...]The song is called I Never Cared For You.

Which version do you mean? There appear to be at least three of them, one from the Teatro album, one from the Me and Paul and an older one that's on the Nashville Was the Roughest box set (I'm assuming the Monument Story boxset version is the same.) The Teatro version doesn't appear to have an intro, so that's probably out.

Likewise Sparklehorse. 'All night home' maybe, or for the bitterness 'prayer to god' by shellac.

I'm not sure anyone except Phil wants a discussion of which version of the Willie Nelson song I meant. Actually, the one I thought of which I listened to the other day was a bootleg of a BBC Radio 1 session from 1998. Very simple, sparse, and utterly chilling.

(Chalk it up to your description, which sounded intriguing. Don't know where I'm going to find a Willie Nelson bootleg, though.)

"WR" by Labradford? Slow, poignant but not sappy, there's even a little snowflaky sound. This would give the scene a slow-mo effect if that's what you're looking for.

...Sigur Ros mebbe? "They Say It's Wonderful" by Johnny Hartman and Coltrane. Don't know if it fits to the situation but "I Threw It All Away" from Dylan.

I chose "Was this Love" - The Prayerboat

Either "Triumph of Death" by Hellhammer or "If this Gun were Real, I Could Shoot You and Sleep in the Big Bed with Mommy" by the Happy Flowers.

Incidentally, not for nothin', but haven't we all seen this exact scene in about three or four John Cussack films?

I need music for this scene. AND NO HE IS NOT STALKING HER.
Hmmm. So that rules out everything Elvis Costello ever did....