#department of hurricanes and haunted lace

[gdzie-rosna-poziomki]

Taylor Swift (ft. Florence + The Machine) - Florida!!!

[ohdorothea]

more info on the tournament here <3

lyrics under the cut!

Florida!!! lyrics

You can beat the heat

If you beat the charges too

They said I was a cheat

I guess it must be true

And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

And this city reeks of driving myself crazy

Little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!

Can I use you up?

And the hurricane with my name, when it came

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine

Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time

Yes, I'm haunted, but I'm feeling just fine

All my girls got their lace and their crimes

And your cheating husband disappeared, well

No one asks any questions here

So I did my best to lay to rest

All of the bodies that have ever been on my body

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

Little did you know, your home's really only the town you'll get arrested

So you pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!

Can I use you up?

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida!

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida!

It's one hell of a drug

It's one hell of a drug

Love left me like this

And I don't want to exist

So take me to Florida

Little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin (Take me to Florida)

Little did you know, your home's really only the town you'll get arrested (Take me to Florida)

So you pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas (Take me to)

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

(Take me to) Florida!

Can I use you up?

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!

Go on, fuck me up

Guilty As Sin? lyrics

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

My boredom's bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox

I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

I keep these longings locked

In lowercase, inside a vault

Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts

Only your actions talk

These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath

Taking all of me, we've already done it in my head

If it's make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly

I choose you and me religiously

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

Am I allowed to cry?

[whatisflorencewearing]

August 20, 2024 - Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour, London N8

Florence from the Department of Hurricanes and Haunted Lace made a surprise appearance at the TTPD section of the final (European) Eras Tour show in a sold out @wembleystadium.

She's wearing a custom @delcoreofficial creation. The white hand-pleated silk chiffon gown features contrasting black lace trims and inserts, a square neckline, cape-effect sleeves, a black velvet waist tie, peplum and a full-length skirt. Also in true Florence fashion: barefeet.

Photography: @gettyimages Styling: @aldenejohnson MUA: @sarahreygate Hair: @ryanrichman

[frank-zhang-praetor]

You can beat the heat if you beat the charges too

They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true

And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

And this city reeks of driving myself crazy

Little did you know

Your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away

Just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin

Florida is one hell of a drug

Florida, can I use you up?

The hurricane with my name when it came

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine

Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time

Yes, I'm haunted but I'm feeling just fine

All my girls got their lace and their crimes

And your cheating husband disappeared

Well, no one asks any questions here

So I did my best to lay to rest

All of the bodies that have ever been on my body

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

Little did you know

Your home's really only the town you'll get arrested

So you pack your life away

Just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas

Florida is one hell of a drug

Florida, can I use you up?

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida

It's one hell of a drug

It's one hell of a drug

Love left me like this and I don't want to exist

So take me to Florida

Little did you know

Your home's really only a town you're just a guest in (take me to Florida)

So you work your life away

Just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin (take me to Florida)

Little did you know

Your home's really only the town you'll get arrested (take me to Florida)

So you pack your life away

Just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas (take me to)

Florida is one hell of a drug (take me to)

Florida, can I use you up?

Florida is one hell of a drug

Florida, go on, fuck me up

I was told by @p1per-mclean that this is Florida by Taylor Swift. We both then had a argument about whether The Tortured Poets Department is the best album. I say it isn't. She did not agree ofcourse. This is the only thing @hazel-the-jewel and I don't agree on.

Ooc - all these events actually happened in our server. Piper and I actually had an argument which ended amicably.

[athenasparrow]

How does it just keep getting better with each listen?

I love that each time she breaks records and finds something that works for her, she pushes herself to change again. The way she reinvents herself and her music is so beautiful and this album is so raw I cannot 😭

My favourites so far:

So Long, London

Devastation 😭

Florida!!!

Florence and Taylor together: pure magic ✨I am SO excited for the music video coming!! The Department of Hurricanes and Haunted Lace? Ummm yes please; I definitely want to go in that door 😍

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

When it goes high?!!! OH. MY. GOD. This is #1 for me right now. I can't WAIT to see that live. I can imagine some sort of wild and unhinged choreography like when she gets silly during anti-hero.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

THE CHORUS!! What a bop! I think it's genius to put such a bop over heartbreaking lyrics. It's so catchy, I've been humming it all morning. This is the first chorus I have memorised. I think this is going to end up on t-shirts and meme's lol.

The Albatross

It's haunting. I fucking love it. The lyrics, the sound. It's just 🤌🏼

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

No idea who they are, but they make a fucking great song 💪🏼

[nathanorenstein-blog]

Death Cab for Cutie - Thank You for Today Review

Death Cab for Cutie - Thank You for Today

Release Date - August 17, 2018

Genres - Alternative Rock, Indie Pop

After about 15 years of sitting comfortably among the greats atop the indie rock/adult alternative music scene, Death Cab for Cutie has faced their first lineup change since their seminal album Transatlanticism. Gone is long time guitarist and producer Chris Walla, and in his place comes former touring members Dave Depper and Zac Rae. With Rae replacing Walla on lead guitar, and Depper becoming the band’s first official keyboardist, Death Cab for Cutie is now a five piece act, with a new producer to boot. Well, he isn’t completely new. Rich Costley also produced the 2015 album Kintsugi, while Walla stuck around only to handle guitar work before finally leaving. With these massive changes to the band, it’s fair to expect a large change in sound from Ben Gibbard and the gang. And while Thank You for Today definitely does sound different than the rest of the band’s discography, Gibbard’s waning songwriting abilities continue to drag Death Cab’s music quality down.

The most drastic change that came with Thank You for Today has to be the production from Rich Costley. The soundscape is far more “spacey” than before, and sounds seem to echo into the darkness. This was a noticeable change on Kintsugi as well, but it seems to be more prevalent here on Thank You for Today. Album opener “I Dreamt We Spoke Again” has an almost mystical sound to it. The echo of the instrumentation is purely haunting, and Gibbard’s layered vocals in the chorus reverberate into the stark nothingness that comprises the soundscape. The final track on the album, “60 & Punk”, contains nothing but a distant piano for about 45 seconds, and this introduction to the depressing closer gives me goosebumps every time. However, Death Cab for Cutie’s original sound is very much present throughout the album. “Autumn Love” is probably the most “typical” Death Cab song here, in terms of instrumentation. It’s an upbeat anthem carried along by a summery acoustic guitar and an electric guitar that has a soaring riff that repeats throughout the song. “Your Hurricane” sounds like it would fit perfectly on the depression-laced indie gem that is Death Cab’s 2005 album Plans, as Gibbard sings about failed love over a very somber instrumental. Overall, Thank You for Today’s greatest strength is its ability to sound refreshing and new for such an old band, while still sticking with its roots.

As mentioned before, the biggest problem that’s continued to plague Death Cab for Cutie for a few albums now is the declining quality in Ben Gibbard’s lyricism. The horribly sad storytelling that made Transatlanticism a true indie masterpiece is gone, and any semblance of metaphor or even simile is lost too. The exception to this rule would be on the aforementioned “60 & Punk” which tells a dark and gritty story of a washed up star, whose problems with alcohol and his inability to grow up has destroyed his life. As with the best of Death Cab’s tracks, it’s truly depressing, but also strangely beautiful at the same time. Sadly, the same can’t be said for many of the other tracks. Lead single “Gold Rush” is about the changing landscape of Gibbard’s hometown of Seattle, and the imagery he employs is incredibly boring and its straightforward to a fault. Luckily, it’s catchy enough to save it from being a complete dud, but it comes pretty close. “You Moved Away” isn’t as lucky, unfortunately. It’s an ode to Seattle eccentric Derek Erdman, who recently moved back to his hometown of Chicago. Nothing about the song works, from the down right stupid lyrics, to Gibbard’s inability to keep any semblance of rhythm in his singing, and it’s a shame that it was written with a beloved member of Seattle’s culture in mind. There is one song on this album that truly stands above every other track though, and that would be “Summer Years”. In typical Death Cab for Cutie fashion, Gibbard sings about lost love, and his continued longing for this individual. His vocals are mellow throughout the song, and it perfectly adds to the desperation in his lyrics. The percussion is quick, varied, and creates a great backbone for the entire song. The electric guitar riff pairs with the percussion well, and the song even features a dark and gritty solo. The production is spacey once again and it rounds out what I would consider near flawless instrumentation. Sadly, the rest of the album doesn’t stack up at all, especially in the songwriting department.

Overall, Thank You for Today is about as average as an album gets. I failed to mention a few of the tracks, and that’s purely because they’re mostly forgettable. They aren’t bad, just average, and they really aren’t worth talking about. For the most part, the other songs don’t move too far out of this average range, in one direction or the other. The change in instrumentation and production is certainly welcome, but Gibbard’s lyricism is too cheesy and underwhelming to be ignored. As a huge fan of Death Cab for Cutie, I can’t say I’m disappointed by this album. It just feels like a fairly inconsequential addition to their now nine album discography.

My Final Score: 6/10

Favorite Songs: “I Dreamt We Spoke Again”, “Summer Years”, “60 & Punk”

Least Favorite Songs: “Gold Rush”, “You Moved Away”

[plungermusic]

Murry acquaints Plunger with strange bedfellows …

Normally Plunger and the Grauniad are diametrically opposed on matters musical, the latter obsessed with edgy, dahn-weev-da-keedz novelty acts with more attitude than ability, more artfulness than artistry. So it’s a rarer-than-hen’s-dentures event for us to agree on anything, and what we do agree on is John Murry, here at the Lexington in full-band incarnation on the last night of a short UK tour.

Suspicious of anything The Guardian like, Plunger were actually here to see another cracking set from Ben Folke Thomas, including newer numbers like his wry dig at the hunger for success in One Day, the even wryer assault on wounded male pride Martyr’s Cross and the ultra-pessimistic imagining of his soon-to-be wife’s abandoning him One More Chance as well as old favourites like the heartfelt music box simplicity of Copenhagen, the lilting finger picked Blues For You… and the triumphant return of the penguin joke.

Bathed in the red lights, dressed in black and looking like the Mephistophelean love child of the two Nicks (Cave and Cage) it’s easy to see what might attract the Guardianistas to John Murry, and there were dog-whistle elements to many of the night’s songs too. One Day (You’ll Die) opened with a raw, slow country take on Tracks Of My Tears, John’s laconic drawl somewhere between Lou Reed and late-Bowie accompanied only by his own louche twangsome guitar, before gathering speed with the entry of the band for a shambling country rocker (with a punky roughening round the edges) and a further touch of pastiche in the Sleepwalk melody cleverly worked in by Stephen Barlow’s pedal steel.

Guardian-friendly edginess came in the Talking Heads-meets-New Orderish Defacing Sunday Bulletins, with its unsettling off-kilter chordal riff and driving drum-and-bass pulse; the Ramonesy garage rock of Under A Darker Moon; and in the meandering near-Sabbath heavy guitar-and-bass riff-led stoner prom last dance of When God Walks In, topped with Velvet-y “do-doo-doo”s and a halting, piercing solo à la Neil Young.

The Youngian vibe continued in the grungy California, punchier than the album version with supertight drums from Dave Hart; in John’s stinging solo on a majestic The Ballad Of The Pajama Kid, slow and full of haunting pedal steel accents, (with more than a passing resemblance to Knocking On Heaven’s Door as acknowledged by John’s closing “Mama take this badge off of me…”) and in Southern Sky, a chugging Like A Hurricane-covered-by-the-Marshall Tucker Band rocker, its ballsy three-part vocal chorus and spine-tingling pedal steel culminating in John’s fiery fuzz-and-whammy-bar outing. Stephen’s sweeping pedal steel came into its own on the dark ketamine-laced country of Silver And Lead, and the expansive Springsteen reverie of Wrong Man.

Departing the stage after an hour, John answered the calls for more, returning (with bassist Tali Trow on piano) for Oscar Wilde, a stirring ballad that could have come straight from Carole King but telling of violence, homegrown terrorism and alienation. They were then joined by Stephen, Dave and Ben Folke Thomas, for a cover of the Afghan Whigs’ savage stop/start What Jail Is Like, with Stephen’s eerie steel accents and John’s violent howling assault on his guitar. The cinematic Little Colored Balloons opened as a wistful country ballad, John’s breaking emotional delivery backed by Tali again on piano, augmented with pedal steel highlights: with Ben and Dave joining in it built slowly to a fabulous stadium close, the wordless “oo-oo-ooo” chorus taken up by the pedal steel (and the crowd) beneath John’s increasingly impassioned vocal.

A final encore of Townes van Zandt’s Waiting Around To Die led by John’s taut rasp, and contrasting fluid pedal steel and jagged Strat fury, closed out an hour and a half of unexpected (for Plunger) excellence. Maybe the law of big numbers dictates that Plunger and The Guardian had to agree at some point: even if perhaps we don’t rate him for the same reasons, John Murry is really rather good.

[gdzie-rosna-poziomki]

Taylor Swift (ft. Florence + The Machine) - Florida!!!

via Florence instagram

[ohdorothea]

more info on the tournament here <3

lyrics under the cut!

Florida!!! lyrics

You can beat the heat

If you beat the charges too

They said I was a cheat

I guess it must be true

And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

And this city reeks of driving myself crazy

Little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!

Can I use you up?

And the hurricane with my name, when it came

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine

Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time

Yes, I'm haunted, but I'm feeling just fine

All my girls got their lace and their crimes

And your cheating husband disappeared, well

No one asks any questions here

So I did my best to lay to rest

All of the bodies that have ever been on my body

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

Little did you know, your home's really only the town you'll get arrested

So you pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!

Can I use you up?

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida!

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida!

It's one hell of a drug

It's one hell of a drug

Love left me like this

And I don't want to exist

So take me to Florida

Little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin (Take me to Florida)

Little did you know, your home's really only the town you'll get arrested (Take me to Florida)

So you pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas (Take me to)

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

(Take me to) Florida!

Can I use you up?

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!

Go on, fuck me up

Fortnight lyrics

I was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me

I was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic

All of this to say, I hope you're okay, but you're the reason

And no one here's to blame, but what about your quiet treason?

And for a fortnight there, we were forever

Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather

Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors

Your wife waters flowers

I wanna kill her

All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February

I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary

And I love you, it's ruining my life

I love you, it's ruining my life

I touched you for only a fortnight

I touched you

But I touched you

And for a fortnight there, we were forever

Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather

Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors

Your wife waters flowers

I wanna kill her

And for a fortnight there, we were together

Run into you sometimes, comment on my sweater

Now you're at the mailbox, turned into good neighbors

My husband is cheating

I wanna kill him

I love you, it's ruining my life

I love you, it's ruining my life

I touched you for only a fortnight

I touched you

I touched you

I love you, it's ruining my life

I love you, it's ruining my life

I touched you for only a fortnight

I touched you

I touched you

Thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up

Another fortnight lost in America

Move to Florida, buy the car you want

But it won't start up till you touch, touch, touch me

Thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up

Another fortnight lost in America

Move to Florida, buy the car you want

But it won't start up till I touch, touch, touch you

[ohdorothea]

more info about the tournament here!!!

lyrics under the cut <3

But Daddy I Love Him lyrics

I forget how the West was won

I forget if this was ever fun

I just learned these people only raise you to cage you

Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best

Clutching their pearls, sighing, "What a mess"

I just learned these people try and save you

'Cause they hate you

Too high a horse

For a simple girl to rise above it

They slammed the door on my whole world

The one thing I wanted

Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned

Screaming, "But Daddy, I love him!

I'm having his baby"

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

I'm telling him to floor it through the fences

No, I'm not coming to my senses

I know he's crazy but he's the one I want

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid

Tendrils tucked into a woven braid

Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all

He was chaos, he was revelry

Bedroom eyes like a remedy

Soon enough the elders had convened

Down at the city hall

"Stay away from her"

The saboteurs protested too much

Lord knows the words we never heard

Just screeching tires and true love

And I'm running with my dress unbuttoned

Screaming, "But Daddy, I love him!

I'm having his baby"

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

I'm telling him to floor it through the fences

No, I'm not coming to my senses

I know he's crazy but he's the one I want

I'll tell you something right now

I'd rather burn my whole life down

Than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning

I'll tell you something about my good name

It's mine alone to disgrace

I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing

God save the most judgmental creeps

Who say they want what's best for me

Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see

Thinking it can change the beat

Of my heart when he touches me

And counteract the chemistry

And undo the destiny

You ain't gotta pray for me

Me and my wild boy and all this wild joy

If all you want is gray for me

Then it's just white noise

And it's just my choice

There's a lot of people in town that I

Bestow upon my fakest smiles

Scandal does funny things to pride

But brings lovers closer

We came back when the heat died down

Went to my parents and they came around

All the wine moms are still holding out

But fuck 'em, it's over

Now I'm dancing in my dress in the sun, and

Even my daddy just loves him

I'm his lady

And oh my God, you should see your faces

Time, doesn't it give some perspective?

And no, you can't come to the wedding

I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want

I'll tell you something right now, you ain't gotta pray for me

Me and my wild boy and all of this wild joy

He was chaos, he was revelry

If all you want is gray for me

Then it's just white noise, and it's my choice

Screaming, "But Daddy, I love him!

I'm having his baby"

No, I'm not, but you

Should see your faces

But oh my God, you should see your faces

He was chaos, he was revelry

Florida!!! lyrics

You can beat the heat

If you beat the charges too

They said I was a cheat

I guess it must be true

And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

And this city reeks of driving myself crazy

Little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!

Can I use you up?

And the hurricane with my name, when it came

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine

Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time

Yes, I'm haunted, but I'm feeling just fine

All my girls got their lace and their crimes

And your cheating husband disappeared, well

No one asks any questions here

So I did my best to lay to rest

All of the bodies that have ever been on my body

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

Little did you know, your home's really only the town you'll get arrested

So you pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!

Can I use you up?

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida!

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida!

It's one hell of a drug

It's one hell of a drug

Love left me like this

And I don't want to exist

So take me to Florida

Little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin (Take me to Florida)

Little did you know, your home's really only the town you'll get arrested (Take me to Florida)

So you pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas (Take me to)

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

(Take me to) Florida!

Can I use you up?

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!

Go on, fuck me up