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I'm so happy that you love Folklore too! It's not just my favorite Taylor Swift album, but easily one of by favorite albums, full stop :) Here's a fun challenge: which Folklore songs remind you of a certain ship? So is there a Folklore song that makes you think of literati? Another one that makes you think of a Grey's ship? A third that makes you think of Elizabeth/Darcy? A fourth that reminds you of Klaroline and - I'll shut up, you get the idea :) Pick any Folklore songs/ships you want!
Taylor Swiftās latest album is a masterclass of musical poetry and storytelling. Rarely do I download every song a musician puts out on a new album (I tend to pick and choose), but I can genuinely say I never hit DOWNLOAD so fast in my life before than I did with Folklore! I love all sixteen tracks! Iāve been listening to them on a loop for two days straight and I imagine thatās likely to continue for the foreseeable future.
Also, YASSS! That is a fun challenge! Itās also one I can manage because Iāve been thinking about how certain songs/lyrics apply to many of my ships since I first started listening anyway. Prepare yourself. This is gonna be long. š
Okay SO, for Literati...Ā
If Iām angling to lean into s3-s6 angst that was Rory and Jess at that point in the OG series, then Iād say the 1 is a good fit. That song has the same energy as someone whoās writing a goodbye letter to a loved one that will never be sent. Itās cleansing. Cathartic. An exorcism of feeling. It absolutely reeks of regret and longing with just a touch of look-back-over-your-shoulder-and-wish, just wish, that things could have been different:
āBut we were something, don't you think so?ā
āAnd if my wishes came true It would've been youā
āBut it would've been fun If you would've been the oneā
However, if Iām in more of a Theyāll Come Back to Each Other mood with Literati then I think this is me tryingĀ screamsĀ Rory and Jess. That song emanates nostalgia! Itās haunting in tone (with the echoes, with some slight vibrato). The lyrics bleed with feeling, with emotion that should have rusted long ago but hasnāt. Love is still as red as it was at the beginning of everything only now...only now thereās realization and an attempt at atonement for past mistakes...
āI didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorwayā
It's hard to be anywhere these days When all I want is you You're a flashback in a film reel On the one screen in my town (the town, of course, made me think of Stars Hollow)
I just wanted you to know That this is me trying At least I'm trying
For Darcy and Elizabeth, I think sevenĀ works well for them in spots. If you listen to the song, thereās a little bit of an echoey timber to the way Taylor sings it and that gave me the sense of how classic love stories/literature kind of ripple across time, you know? How the pages may crinkle or yellow over the years, but they still leave their mark. Plus, thereās also the piano in the background. Almost feather light. It mixes with what sounds like violins in places. Idk, it has a slight P&P 2005 vibe about it to me:
āPlease picture me in the weeds Before I learned civilityā >> (Because did Darcy learn civility before or after Lizzie eviscerated him mid-proposal at Rosings? Did Lizzie learn to temper her prejudice before or after Lydia ran away with Wickham?)
āPassed down like folk songs Our love lasts so longā >> (Elizabeth says herself sheās going to be happier than Jane because ā[she] laughs; [her sister] only smiles.ā)
I have a couple for Klaroline, too. hoax jumped out at me for them first because itās layered with darkness and angst. The imagery pops. Itās all smoking guns and eclipsed suns and screaming on cliffsides; which, for a pair of supernaturals, and for an Original who has a history of leaving blood in his wake, I think some visuals of misery and violence are a fitting thing. Iām also obsessed with the piano in this. The way she strokes her fingers over the keys - quick tap, tap, taps then a slow one or two in places - gives you a sense of running. Itās a great parallel to her lyric aboutĀ āsleepless nights.ā Here are some other Klaroline-heavy lyrics in this song:
āYou knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark Darling, this was just as hard As when they pulled me apartā >> (This whole section just booms withĀ āIāve shown kindness. Forgiveness. Pity. For you, Caroline It was all for youā energy.)
āYour faithless love's the only hoax I believe in Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would doā
peace is the other song that had me crying in Klaroline. I like the softness of it, the vulnerability. I imagine it more from Klausās perspective, though, because it strikes me as more confessional in nature. Like itās a revelation thatās being dragged across his teeth and he wants to scream. Almost as if these arenāt necessarily feelings he wants to share, or wants known, but thereās just no holding them back now. Heās thrown off the lid. Caroline needs to be able to walk toward him with her eyes wide open, so he only speaks truth, he only speaks honesty now. Similar to hoax, this song has darker imagery as well. Thereās fire and fences and trenches and all that jazz:
āYour integrity makes me seem small You paint dreamscapes on the wallā >> (Same energy asĀ āyouāre strong, beautiful, full of light.ā)
āAnd you know that I'd Swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenchesā >>Ā (basically a promise that heād fight FOR her and WITH her)
āBut I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secretāĀ >> (THIS IS THE PART THAT HITS ME THE MOST BC so much of Klausās love is shown not spoken, so yeah, he dies for her in secret all. the. time. already. There are 5 other ways I could interpret that as well. But I will spare you haha)
āThe devil's in the details
āWould it be enough If I could never give you peace?ā >>With supernatural enemies everywhere, there wonāt be much peace, will there?
I get walloped with Braime/Jaime and Brienne feels every time I listen to epiphany.Ā Like, itās actually rude how much this song makes me think of them. I can close my eyes and hear their swords clanging, taste the blood of their injuries on my tongue; feel the ash claw their throats, sting their eyes. Just--ah! The two of them serving, fighting back-to-back, two knights with an unspoken oath to protect a love they havenāt even voiced out loud yet...*cries*
āOnly twenty minutes to sleep But you dream of some epiphany Just one single glimpse of relief To make some sense of what you've seen
āWith you, I serve With you, I fall down Down Watch you breathin' Watch you breathin' out Outā
invisible stringsĀ makes me think of Shirbert/Anne and Gilbert. I love the pluck of guitar strings and how it has this air of innocence and sunshine and green grasses about it even though itās being told/sung from a hilltop of experience. Thereās so much imagery in this song, so much color and figurative language, that I canāt help but think itās perfect for our imaginative dreamy-eyed girl and the boy whoās adored her since he first tugged her pigtails and called her Carrots in that schoolroom:
āGreen was the color of the grass Where I used to read at Centennial ParkĀ >> (Canāt you just picture Anne lying in the grass, a book in her hand, flowers in her hair?) I usedā
toā
think I wouldā
meet somebody there Teal was the colorā
of your shirt When you were sixteen at the yogurt shopā
āTime, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?ā
āWool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold Tied me to youā >> (Love the warmth and vibrancy of this. The wool makes me think of Avonlea blanketed in snow; the gold has me drinking sunshine, smelling goldenrod in October)
āTime, wondrous time Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skiesā
āAnd isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?ā (Love the idea of the string representing their friendship, how it never snipped. How it only braided together, growing tauter, closer, all the time.)
augustĀ hits me with a waterfall of Darvey/Donna and Harvey feels. Thereās a wistfulness about this song that settles in my gut, twisting it with longing, with musings of all those Almosts in relationships that were so close to coming to fruition then never did. Itās so incredibly reminiscent of how Donna and Harvey toe the lie between friends and almost lovers who-are-nearly-there-but-not-quite for 12 years. IT HURTS SO GOOD.
āBack when we were still changin' for the better >> (THIS IS SO EMOTIONALLY RESONANT IT HURTS) Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Canceled plans just in case you'd callā
But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mineĀ >> (Obviously Iām swimming in the angst of this until my fingers get all pruny.)Ā
Finally thereās mirrorball which is Jisbon/Jane and Lisbon all the way! Itās funny because when I first listened to Folkore I thought thatād be one of the last songs Iād pair with a ship?? YET HERE I AM. Jane was in the carnival circuit growing up and I cannot, for the life of me, stop attaching him to all the descriptions of the circus/revelry. So much of his schtick throughout the show comes down to trickery and observation, which he uses to size people up, and sarcasm, which he often employs as a defense mechanism to keep people at an emotional distance. I like the theme of this song for him and Lisbon. As the mirrorball, heās shining his true self only for her. Sheās the only person who sees hisĀ āshattered edgesā; sheās not distracted by all hisĀ āglistening.ā Here are my favorite lyrics that are applicable to them:
āI'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight
āI can change everything about me to fit in You are not like the regulars The masquerade revelers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glistenāĀ >> (Okay, so this makes me think Janeās on camera confession to Erica Flynn:Ā āIām looking for someone whoā¦uh, someone I can trust. Someone strong. Someone at peace with themselves. Someone better than me. Someone who knows theā¦worst side of me and still loves me.")
āAnd they called off the circus, burned the disco down When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at meā
āI'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at meā
I will stop there because otherwise I could sit here analyzing songs and ships for the rest of my life, boring you to tears haha. Thanks for this, lovely! (And obviously Iād love to hear some of your song/ship matchups as well!) xx
#what-would-jane-austen-say#replies#the loveliest of lovely people#ashlee bree talks folklore and ships#i didn't do all 16 songs#but i covered a good number of them#from literati to darcy and elizabeth#from klaroline to jaime and brienne#from shirbert to darvey to jisbon#not bad for a day's worth of obsessive music analysis and listening i think!
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