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Feb. 14th, 2015 02:03 amtitle: Dixon's Girl
source: Elementary, s1-2, Sherlock BBC s1-2
music: Dessa - Dixon's Girl
characters: Joan Watson, Sally Donoval, Soo Ling Yao (+Molly and Irene)
password: dixon
warnings: some fast cuts, canon-typical violence, canon-typical violence towards women, blood/corpses.
notes: This is my first meta vid and I have a lot of feelings about this song, I have a lot of feelings about this show and I have a crap ton of feelings about Joan Watson and Sally Donovan and how they’re respectively treated and how these shows treat women of colour, most of which I hope to express through the vid.
This came together before Elementary S3, and Sherlock S3.
You gotta be big to treat pretty girls bad. A kinda-sorta crossover. (or: Breaking the fourth wall with Joan Watson and Sally Donovan.) A meta-vid.
stream on vimeo | download: 81MB
Oh, someone taught
Your walls to talk
But if they ask me, I ain't heard a thing
Back to the wall
Bat to the ball
Back to the drawing board
[X3]
Again
There was a snow storm in Jackson,
When you and I met,
At a club called Saint Sebastian's,
But the sign said something different.
I remember thinking that I didn't have a shot at Mississippi.
Television told us which roads they were closing.
"There goes the rap show."
Everybody knew you as the wife of a famous man.
Everybody who knew said, "There goes Dixon's girl again.
Even the walls all lean closer, when she plays the piano real slow."
Haven't met too many women in this business that I really like,
But you could hold a little liquor, you could hold a conversation
You could hold your own mic, and,
Even that night, I learned the truth about your man:
You've gotta be big to treat pretty girls bad.
And it's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
My money's on you
Well I heard from the rest of the world, you're in trouble.
Bad news moves like fire that you fight on the phone.
And I'm too far away, my well-wishing can't touch you,
But I think of you still, more than you might suppose.
Everybody wanna see you with your hair down,
Wanna hear you hit the high note.
Wanna know if they can get you for a little less, girl.
I don't. I know,
How the stones can fly, had some hard goodbyes.
Call me up, day or night, free drinks and bad advice.
And it's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
My money's on you
Back to the wall
Back to the bar
Back to the drawing board
[X3]
And it's not much, but my money's on you.
dreamwidth | tumblr
again, this is my first meta vid and I couldn't find a beta, so concrit is hugely welcome!
This came together before Elementary S3, and Sherlock S3.
dixon's girl from stardust rain on Vimeo.
You gotta be big to treat pretty girls bad. A kinda-sorta crossover. (or: Breaking the fourth wall with Joan Watson and Sally Donovan.) A meta-vid.
stream on vimeo | download: 81MB
Oh, someone taught
Your walls to talk
But if they ask me, I ain't heard a thing
Back to the wall
Bat to the ball
Back to the drawing board
[X3]
Again
There was a snow storm in Jackson,
When you and I met,
At a club called Saint Sebastian's,
But the sign said something different.
I remember thinking that I didn't have a shot at Mississippi.
Television told us which roads they were closing.
"There goes the rap show."
Everybody knew you as the wife of a famous man.
Everybody who knew said, "There goes Dixon's girl again.
Even the walls all lean closer, when she plays the piano real slow."
Haven't met too many women in this business that I really like,
But you could hold a little liquor, you could hold a conversation
You could hold your own mic, and,
Even that night, I learned the truth about your man:
You've gotta be big to treat pretty girls bad.
And it's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
My money's on you
Well I heard from the rest of the world, you're in trouble.
Bad news moves like fire that you fight on the phone.
And I'm too far away, my well-wishing can't touch you,
But I think of you still, more than you might suppose.
Everybody wanna see you with your hair down,
Wanna hear you hit the high note.
Wanna know if they can get you for a little less, girl.
I don't. I know,
How the stones can fly, had some hard goodbyes.
Call me up, day or night, free drinks and bad advice.
And it's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
My money's on you
Back to the wall
Back to the bar
Back to the drawing board
[X3]
And it's not much, but my money's on you.
dreamwidth | tumblr
again, this is my first meta vid and I couldn't find a beta, so concrit is hugely welcome!
