I might do a part 2, as I found another very interesting source. Will alll the new songs coming out (heh) we’ll see what I do.
Bigger than the Whole Sky
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye/You were bigger than the whole sky/You were more than just a short time/And I’ve got a lot to pine about/I’ve got a lot to live without/I’m never gonna meet/What could’ve been, would’ve been/What should’ve been you/What could’ve been, would’ve been you…/…Every single thing to come has turned into ashes/’Cause it’s all over, it’s not meant to be/So I’ll say words I don’t believe
Grieving giving up her opportunity to come out, missing the (queer) person she might have been.
***Trigger Warning***
conversion therapy
Though this is very bleak, we’re going to end on a lighter, more hopeful note:
My knuckles were bruised like violets/Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked/Spineless in my tomb of silence/Tore your banners down, took the battle underground/And maybe it was ego swinging/Maybe it was her/Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur/All that bloodshed, crimson clover…/…You drew up some good faith treaties/I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone/You said I have to trust more freely/But diesel is desire, you were playin’ with fire/And maybe it’s the past that’s talkin’/Screamin’ from the crypt/Tellin’ me to punish you for things you never did/So I justified it/All that bloodshed, crimson clover/Uh-huh, the bombs were close and/My hand was the one you reached for/All throughout the Great War/Always remember/Uh-huh, the burning embers/I vowed not to fight anymore/If we survived the Great War/It turned into something bigger/Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I’d been betrayed/Your finger on my hair pin triggers/Soldier down on that icy ground/Looked up at me with honor and truth/Broken and blue, so I called off the troops/That was the night I nearly lost you/I really thought I lost you/We can plant a memory garden/Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair/There’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair/And we will never go back/To that bloodshed, crimson clover/Uh-huh, the worst was over…/…Always remember/Uh-huh, we’re burned for better/I vowed I would always be yours/’Cause we survived the Great War
Big city, wrong choices/We had one thing going on/I swear that it was something/’Cause I don’t remember who I was before you/Painted all my nights/A color I’ve searched for since/But one thing after another/Lost in situations, circumstances/Miscommunications…/…Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?/Did you wish you’d put up more of a fight?/When she said it was too much?/Do you wish you could still touch …her?/Half-moon eyes, bad surprise/Did you realize, out of time/She was on your mind/With some dickhead guy/That you saw that night/But you were on something/It was one drink after another/Caught in politics and gender-roles/And you’re not sure and I don’t know/Got swept away in the gray/I just may like to have a conversation…/…Does it feel like everything’s just like second-best after that/Meteor strike?/And what’s that, that I heard, that you’re still with her/That’s nice, I’m sure that’s what’s suitable/And right
PS- don’t do drugs, they fuck you up and ruin lives
Snow on the Beach
…Life is emotionally abusive…/…I’m unglued, thanks to you/And it’s like snow at the beach/Weird but fuckin’ beautiful/Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful/You wanting me tonight feels impossible/But it’s comin’ down, no sound, it’s all around/Like snow on the beach…/…My smile is like I won a contest/And to hide that would be so dishonest/And it’s fine to fake it ’til you make it/’Til you do, ’til it’s true…/…I (I) can’t (can’t) speak afraid to jinx it/I (I) don’t (don’t) even dare to wish it/But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet…/…Can this be a real thing? Can it?/…Are we falling like snow at the beach? (Snow at the beach)/Weird but fuckin’ beautiful/Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful (flying in a dream)/You wanting me tonight feels impossible (you wanting me)/But it’s comin’ down, no sound, it’s all around/Like snow on the beach (snow on the beach)/Like snow on the beach (flying in a dream)/Like snow on the beach (you wanting me)/Like snow, oh/But it’s comin’ down, no sound, it’s all around/Like snow on the beach (it’s comin’ down, it’s comin’ down)
***Trigger Warning***
Drugs
This is not pro-drug, just historic and informational snips pertinent to the song references.
–Continue reading if interested in drug characteristics–
Potential drugs referenced in the song:
[also, please visit the link, as it as alternate names, formats of the drug, side effects, long term effects, and current laws. It’s really chock-full of useful information and has an index to easily look up drugs of interest.]
…Still, the yearning stays/I play it cool with the best of them/I wait patiently/He’s gonna notice me…/…I didn’t choose this town/I dream of getting out…/…From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes/I waited ages to see you there…/…Just to learn that you never cared/You’re on your own, kid/You always have been/I see the great escape…/…I’ll run away…/…Like I’d be saved by a perfect kiss/The jokes weren’t funny, I took the money/My friends from home don’t know what to say/I looked around in a blood-soaked gown/And I saw something they can’t take away/’Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned/Everything you lose is a step you take…/…You’ve got no reason to be afraid/You’re on your own, kid/Yeah, you can face this/You’re on your own, kid/You always have been
Hendersonville was approx 7.8% of Nashville’s population in 2002
Hendersonville was approx 5.76% of Nashville’s population in 2014
10 per page x 24 pages of results = 240 churches in Hendersonville.
Hendersonville is in Sumner County:
red underlined are more than double the percent of people who voted for a democrat
Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man/You did some bad things, but I’m the worst of them/Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie…/…I don’t dress for women/I don’t dress for men…/…Ladies always rise above/Ladies know what people want/Someone sweet and kind and fun/The lady simply had enough
Dear reader/If it feels like a trap, you’re already in one…/…Get out your map, pick somewhere and just run…/…Burn all the files, desert all your past lives/And if you don’t recognize yourself/That means you did it right/Never take advice from someone who’s falling apart…/…(You should find another)/…Bend when you can, snap when you have to…/…You don’t have to answer, just ’cause they asked you…/…The greatest of luxuries is your secrets…/…So I wander through these nights/I prefer hiding in plain sight/My fourth drink in my hand/These desperate prayers of a cursed man/Spilling out to you for free/But darling, darling, please/You wouldn’t take my word for it/If you knew who was talking/If you knew where I was walking/To a house, not a home, all alone ’cause nobody’s there/Where I pace in my pen and/My friends found friends who care/No one sees when you lose/When you’re playing solitaire/You should find another guiding light/Guiding light/But I shine so bright…/…You should find another/Guiding light/But I shine so bright/You should find another
…I’ve been under scrutiny (yeah, oh, yeah)…/…I feel the lavender haze creepin’ up on me/Surreal, I’m damned if I do give a damn what people say/No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me/I just wanna stay in that lavender haze/All they keep askin’ me (all they keep askin’ me)/Is if I’m gonna be your bride/The only kind of girl they see (only kind of girl they see)/Is a one-night or a wife/I find it dizzying (yeah, oh, yeah)/They’re bringin’ up my history (yeah, oh, yeah)…/…Talk your talk and go viral/I just need this love spiral…/…Get it off my desk (get it off my desk)
House seems to be a physical place where someone lives.
But Taylor also uses “house” as the embodiment of a person and their sensibilities.
The house in Seven (is Taylor, I think, but could be the childhood friend) is haunted (gay? conflicted? imperfect?)
being haunted/gay makes the homophobic father mad.
Enter hiding in the closet-a lifelong defense mechanism.
passing by your house can mean both riding on a skateboard past someone’s home, and James passing by Betty, the person.
Taylor is in a conservative city. Country music is “traditional” and constrictive. Taylor has religious imagery in some songs so her family might abide by the Bible, and that makes her feel conflicted about her sexuality. She does not see her queerness as positive, she deems it a curse or jinx–she’s haunted.
There’s nothing to figure out with a boy. That’s “normal”, accepted, expected. It’s not difficult to figure out if a boy likes you that way.
But if the love interest is a girl–is she friendly or flirty? When Taylor can’t breathe in this gal’s absence, she knows it’s love.
Taylor discovers she loves a girl–she’s haunted. She knows she’s gay.
When Taylor dares to act on this haunted part of her, there are real fears the husband will harm his wife (Taylor’s lover) and her. She has to be very, very sneaky about hiding the gay-affair, or He will burn their house of love down.
House = place of residence, including body or sensibility
Haunted = LGBTQ (in an internally homophobic person, or a person in a homophobic environment)
Long limbs and frozen swims/You’d always go past where our feet could touch
And I complained the whole way there/The car ride back and up the stairs
I should’ve asked you questions/I should’ve asked you how to be/Asked you to write it down for me/Should’ve kept every grocery store receipt
‘Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me
So now, back to the subtext of Taylor Swift’s Marjorie:
it relates to how Taylor could be afraid to come out of the closet. Or she’s fearful of taking Kaylor to the next level by having a child with Karlie.
Taylor could be wanting proof of a lot of things, here.
I wonder if she feels like Karlie is erasing their relationship and Taylor feels gaslighted. Taylor wants to prove that Kaylor was real and mutual since Karlie is insinuating it’s always just been Jo$h. Kaylor was secret so it’s easily treated as if it never happened at all.
And finally, Taylor mentions scraps. And there is a direct link between scraps, the fashion industry, to Karlie.
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