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Many times in my life I have come across music, stories, art, and thought…not yet. I’ll love you, eventually, one day. I’ll come back when I’m ready. You’ll find me again when I need it.
I loved singing as a kid. I grew up with a mom who kept Songs About Jane by Maroon 5 in the CD player, and a Grandmother dancing along to Patsy Cline any chance she got. My Aunt got an iTunes account just to download Carly Simon’s and Adele. My grandfather sobbing hymns.
Eventually, I got scared of sharing the music I love. I was told it was too melancholy, too angry, too overwhelming. That I was those things too. Friends would say I had terrible taste, like it was a joke, like it was obvious, like I was obtuse for not noticing.
Over the last year I’ve been trying to change that. Making music recommendations, playing Passenger DJ, singing by the sea.
I am honored by your response. Thank you.
Ready, Set, Go…
What’s your favorite Hozier song? Why? No, you can’t say all of them. And don’t choose something stupid like cherry wine (there’s nothing wrong with cherry wine. Obviously. But gods man, have an actual opinion).
You are, however, perfectly welcome to list a handful in no particular order. Here, I’ll start,
Wildflower and Barley ft. Allison Russell
“(I feel as) useful as dirt, put my body to work.”
If this song does not fill you with the incredible longing to fall in love with life, and love, and dirt, you are listening to music wrong. I am sorry, you are beyond redemption.
To Noise Making (Sing)
“Your head tilt back, your funny mouth to the clouds. I couldn’t hope to know that song and all it’s words wouldn’t claim to feel the same it felt the first time it was heard.”
“Was it that or just the act of making noise that brought you joy?”
Enjoy the moment because it will not last, but rejoice in the knowledge that more are coming, as similarly meaningful and unique and impossible to duplicate to the one you are currently living!
Make music. Make bad music. Make music for the sake of exaltation. Make art because if you don’t then what is the point in living! Make art because one of the first things a child learns is to take marker to a wall, or pudding to a carpet. Make art because it is an expression of self. Make art because it is proof of life. Live.
Too Sweet
“Don’t you just want to wake up, dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?”
Get drunk with your friends and skinny dip off a pier. Ignore the rules, what are they for anyway? Find meaning in how you see it. Confront the wild beast in the woods and let it merry meet the one in you.
Those church bells in the background- Are they ringing in a wedding, or a funeral? A simple Sunday Service, or acknowledging the hour? Life goes on, always. It’s the one continuity. It never stops. So what are you doing with it?
Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue)
“A cure I know that soothes the soul, does so impossibly. A moment’s silence when my baby puts the mouth on me.”
“When the meaning’s gone, there is clarity, and the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me. And it’s easy done, our little remedy…”
Hot.
What, I can’t like music with an…oral focus? Too low brow? The beat and flow of the music takes you on a sensual journey as much as the lyrics.
Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier, Fiachra Kinder, and Rory Doyle
“Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat, the sweet heat of her breath in my mouth, I’m alive.”
“With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean…”
“With her straw blonde hair, her arms hard and lean, she’s the angle of death and the codeine scene.”
I’m gay. Extraordinarily queer. Do I need to elaborate? This sound sounds like a death march. It sounds like the echo in your ears as you dance yourself to death. Years passing away in the span of a single dance and you don’t care, as long as she is your partner. You can’t manage to rip your eyes off her to save your life. You won’t.
Almost (Sweet Music)
“I’m almost me again…she’s almost you.”
It was Almost Sweet Music. We were Almost something. I’m Almost able to be normal about this song. Seperated by a pair of parenthesis, kept apart and yet part of the whole.
Foreigner’s God
“Her eyes look sharp and steady into the empty parts of me. But still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs.”
“I’ve no language left to say it, but all I do is quake to her. Break it if I try to convey it, the broken love I make to her.”
If you, somehow, have missed the message that Hozier’s music is incredibly political- If you have ignored Nobody’s Soldier, Eat Your Young, and oh, I don’t know, just about 70% of his discography… What do you think this song is about?
It’s also just a really fucking good song.
Ready, Set, Go…
What’s your favorite Hozier song? Why? No, you can’t say all of them. And don’t choose something stupid like cherry wine (there’s nothing wrong with cherry wine. Obviously. But gods man, have an actual opinion).
You are, however, perfectly welcome to list a handful in no particular order. Here, I’ll start,
Wildflower and Barley ft. Allison Russell
“(I feel as) useful as dirt, put my body to work.”
If this song does not fill you with the incredible longing to fall in love with life, and love, and dirt, you are listening to music wrong. I am sorry, you are beyond redemption.
To Noise Making (Sing)
“Your head tilt back, your funny mouth to the clouds. I couldn’t hope to know that song and all it’s words wouldn’t claim to feel the same it felt the first time it was heard.”
“Was it that or just the act of making noise that brought you joy?”
Enjoy the moment because it will not last, but rejoice in the knowledge that more are coming, as similarly meaningful and unique and impossible to duplicate to the one you are currently living!
Make music. Make bad music. Make music for the sake of exaltation. Make art because if you don’t then what is the point in living! Make art because one of the first things a child learns is to take marker to a wall, or pudding to a carpet. Make art because it is an expression of self. Make art because it is proof of life. Live.
Too Sweet
“Don’t you just want to wake up, dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?”
Get drunk with your friends and skinny dip off a pier. Ignore the rules, what are they for anyway? Find meaning in how you see it. Confront the wild beast in the woods and let it merry meet the one in you.
Those church bells in the background- Are they ringing in a wedding, or a funeral? A simple Sunday Service, or acknowledging the hour? Life goes on, always. It’s the one continuity. It never stops. So what are you doing with it?
Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue)
“A cure I know that soothes the soul, does so impossibly. A moment’s silence when my baby puts the mouth on me.”
“When the meaning’s gone, there is clarity, and the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me. And it’s easy done, our little remedy…”
Hot.
What, I can’t like music with an…oral focus? Too low brow? The beat and flow of the music takes you on a sensual journey as much as the lyrics.
Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier, Fiachra Kinder, and Rory Doyle
“Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat, the sweet heat of her breath in my mouth, I’m alive.”
“With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean…”
“With her straw blonde hair, her arms hard and lean, she’s the angle of death and the codeine scene.”
I’m gay. Extraordinarily queer. Do I need to elaborate? This sound sounds like a death march. It sounds like the echo in your ears as you dance yourself to death. Years passing away in the span of a single dance and you don’t care, as long as she is your partner. You can’t manage to rip your eyes off her to save your life. You won’t.
Almost (Sweet Music)
“I’m almost me again…she’s almost you.”
It was Almost Sweet Music. We were Almost something. I’m Almost able to be normal about this song. Seperated by a pair of parenthesis, kept apart and yet part of the whole.
Foreigner’s God
“Her eyes look sharp and steady into the empty parts of me. But still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs.”
“I’ve no language left to say it, but all I do is quake to her. Break it if I try to convey it, the broken love I make to her.”
If you, somehow, have missed the message that Hozier’s music is incredibly political- If you have ignored Nobody’s Soldier, Eat Your Young, and oh, I don’t know, just about 70% of his discography… What do you think this song is about?
It’s also just a really fucking good song.
It WILL COME BACK IS BACK! And its still absolutely feral.
Random thing on Pinterest giving me motivation to take a shower for the first time in days???
Maybe its just me but HOZIER AND CONAN GRAY COLLAB I WOUKD DIEEE
Like how am i living without that ???? Im actually not ??
Remus lupin LOOKS like a Hozier song. Idc what you say he does
This is so Destiel coded I don’t know what else to say
thoughts b4 i go mimi’s
ima js say, i know i got this from somewhere i js don’t remember and i’ve been thinking ab this for a while now. Yall think that being turned (into a vamp) takes away ur shifting abilities. like u can’t be both at the same time (vamp + shifter [sam and darlin style]) cause it over clocks ur magical core. milo style.
and like instead of js not being able to be a vamp it permanently takes away all ur magic.
anyways Too Sweet by hozier goes dummy hard turn this shit tf up !! (is his name pronounced hoe-zer or am i js being a silly lil sleepy babe)