#detectivejuno

FUNNILY ENOUGH i don’t have very many songs that fit that i can think of off the top of my head sooo i’m gonna do

songs that make me think of harold finch:

the national - mistaken for strangersyou have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to'cause you don't mind seeing yourself in a pictureas long as you look far awayas long as you look removedyou get mistaken for strangers by your own friendswhen you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lightsoh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watchanother uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

metric - blindnessfind us a trap door, find us a planetell the survivors help is on the wayi was a blindfold never complainedall the survivors singing in the raini was the one with the world at my feetgot us a battle, leave it up to mewhat it is and where it stops nobody knowsyou gave me a life i never chosei wanna leave but the world won't let me goi wanna leave but the world won't let me go

john reese’s sad pining playlist:

the national - brainyi've been dragging around from the end of your coat for two weekseverywhere you go is swirling, everything you say has water under ityou know i keep your fingerprints in a pink folder in the middle of my tableyou're the tall kingdom i surround, think i better follow you aroundyou might need me more than you think you willcome home in the car you love, brainy, brainy, brainyi've been dragging around from the end of your coat for two weeksyou keep changing your fancy, fancy mind every time i decide to let it goi was up all night again, boning up and reading the american dictionaryyou'll never believe me what i found, think i better follow you around

the antlers - putting the dog to sleepwell my trust in you is a dog with a broken legtendons too torn to beg for you to let me back in you said, “i can’t prove to you you’re not gonna die alonebut trust me to take you hometo clean up that blood all over your paws. you can’t keep running outkicking yourself off the bedkicking yourself in the headbecause you’re kicking me too.”

the decemberists - of angels and anglesthere are angels in your angles there's a low moon caught in your tangles there's a ticking at the sill there's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day as on we go drowning down we go away