For a reminder of who these folk are and what they "look" like, please visit this post.

My second song for Ingrid is All The Stars by The Wailin' Jennys. This was something of a last-minute find, and I'm not sure musically how well it fits. But Ingrid being a writer, the following lines struck me as something she would say: You don't know me / You know one side of a story...

I also gave this chap Coldplay's How You See The World. 'Tis just very... Falcon: Is there something missing? / There's nobody listening / Are you scared of what you don't know? / Don't wanna end up on your own? / You need conversation, / And information. / You're gonna get it right sometimes. / Just wanna get it right sometimes...

All that said, I hope these songs fit. First comes a lovely little piano-orchestral piece by Murray Gold called Four Knocks. (Yes, this is off a Doctor Who soundtrack. No, I am not exaggerating when I call this piece tragically-dreamy. Messr. Gold can write some pretty fantastically gorgeous stuff. Take my word for it.) I can't explain this any more than the previous paragraph and my own suspicions that Lady Jane did not have a particularly happy life (this is why - but never mind; there'll be time for that later). Her second tune is I Live Alone, by Sky Sailing. Because Lady Jane does.
We were seventeen, longing to live in between the earth and the stars.
So I suggested we’d grow up fast and not be the last,
And look where we are...
So I suggested we’d grow up fast and not be the last,
And look where we are...

I'm afraid William was thwarted in love once, and has never gotten over it. But in spite of being such a disagreeable spirit, he still earned another: Dirty Second Hands by Switchfoot. The song is essentially about the thievery of time from an oblivious individual, and William (not for lack of trying to gain anything) has lost a lot of and to time.
Are you really as tough as you think?
You blink and you're over the brink.
You bleed but your blood runs pink,
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands.
You blink and you're over the brink.
You bleed but your blood runs pink,
With dirty second hands, dirty second hands.

This is why, this is why we fight,
Why we lie awake.
This is why we fight.
And when we die, we will die
Why we lie awake.
This is why we fight.
And when we die, we will die
With our arms unbound,
And this is why, this is why we fight.
And this is why, this is why we fight.
Secondly, and secondarily, he also has Change the World (Lost Ones) by Anberlin (If I could write one letter to the world as we know it, / I would list these rhymes that mean everything to me, / Heartache temporary, bullets only stop your blood / Pain will live on and on / In everyone, in everyone...) I like to think that, rather than being a total cliche, this song highlights a lot of the virtue and balance that Edgar provides as Falcon's conscience and encourager.

Have you heard of the blind harper, how he lived in Hogmaven town?
He went down to fair England, to steal King Henry's wanton Brown.
I think the idea of an Outlaw nicknamed The Stallion came from my love of English folklore and ballads. Because York is there, somewhere, flitting in and out from between the dead love songs and the damp sound of cicadas under an Oklahoma silver maple on a hot evening. Thus it seems only fitting that Kate Rusby's The Blind Harper make an appearance; the Harper's a cheeky enough crook, and he steals horses.
Something tells me (though I can't say for sure) that deep down, The Stallion is more of a misfit and a hipster than an outlaw. I don't know if he's done anything actually dreadful yet; part of me suspects a tremendous anticlimax in all this. Nevertheless, he likes his wild existence in the forests and moors, whether he is terrible around civilization or not. So - a little misfitten hipster music seemed appropriate: The Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains) by Arcade Fire.
Living in the sprawl, dead shopping malls rise
Like mountains beyond mountains, and there's no end in sight.
I need the darkness; someone, please cut the lights.
And I must reveal my favoritism here. York got a third. I Am Still Running, by Jon Foreman (no favoritism there, either... cough!). Because somewhere, deep down inside, I think my outlaw flees more than he fights. (I had no idea the pain would be this strong. / I had no idea the fight would last this long. / In my darkest fears the rights become the wrongs. / I am still running. I am still running.) This might be unmerited sentimentalism on my part.

Don't turn your back on me, or read in between my words.
This song is one of my all-time favorites, and I find it fitting on so many levels. The story is told from a story-teller's perspective, and the song is about being willing to watch stories unfold (and the analogies used are a story-teller's analogies). It all matches very well in that way. But I think it belongs with the story mostly because it is a song about relationships, and our tendencies to rush through them as things to finish rather than taking time to adopt them as lifestyles, read them like books. And the story really is about a whole lot of people, in their friendships or romances or whatever they turn out to be, trying to figure out a story...
We're just sitting, like novels we've picked up but never read through.
You think you know my ending; I think I know yours too.
Great idea! I love tying in music into my writing, so I may have to steal this idea. =)