#hozier referenced

[onthewallwiththis]

the world kinda sucks, I wrote a poem. (i swear it’s not too depressing lol)

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And there it is ladies, gentlemen!

when they said ‘the end times are near!’

I’d never thought it would be so clear

as to mirror sordid photographs

buried in history book paragraphs.

We can only watch in terror

while our historical pillar of democracy

wanes and wilts, live! on the ABC,

a broadcast, you’ll wanna see.

It scares us in reality, that a

democratic nation doesn’t ‘cheers!’

a sausage in celebration.

It reminds us to the actuality

that saw my grandmother

hiding under tables as a practicality.

Take the 21st century to the time of another

where a child is fit to be a mother

where people are criminals first, person after.

where you beating heart is worth a dollar,

where freedom of speech is also freedom to smother,

where hatred wrings in the hands of a gun owner,

where your religion is terrorism under cover,

where ‘your body my choice!’ is held above her.

Where a silk stocking

seems to be holding stocks in

the business of genocide.

Where the climb to the top is a climb

to ‘who can be the dictator quicker!’

but here’s the thing, weary viewer;

Your fear is not you fuel

don’t let it bid you a fool

time and time again

across nations, across galaxies

across people, women, children and men

a similar fight starts to begin.

Do not be coy to the brutalities

of the songs you sing, those fatalities.

No, do not let fear steal your voice

Do not yet sing a swan song to freedom,

get on your feet, we’re gonna need em’

Democracy is not yet condemned.

Do not let them tell you,

your anger is unfounded

because in history a president is grounded.

The oligarchs descent will only be sounded

when hope blossoms, ground up.

You are scared but you will not fear

you are blue but you will not shed a tear

They said that the ‘end is nearly here.’

But we will scream;

‘our hope, is the only song you will hear.’

[bruce-slutsteen]

Hozier attempting stand up about Icarus and roadkill.

Sources: x, x, x

[doctorsiren]

IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR REIGEN SPLIT AU. I NEED MORE OF IT 😭😭😭

ask and ye shall receive :)

[illustrance]

first light.

one bright mornin' changes all things

soft and easy as your breathin', you wake

your eyes open at first, a thousand miles away

but turnin' shoot a silver bullet point-blank range

and I can scarce believe what I'm believin' in

could this be how every day begins?

[pinkandblueblurbs]

the fact hozier said he wrote moment’s silence because he saw that someone on genius lyrics interpreted a line in take me to church as a reference to oral sex and he was like “if you want a metaphor for oral sex, here you go!”

[fawnforevergone]

more inferno/unreal unearth parallels :O

dante entering inferno, "darkened air where no time was", vs hozier entering inferno, "let all time slow, let all light go".

i love finding these specific lines that are so similar to one another, hozier the genius you are

[suupan0va]

[daredevil-vagabond]

Jason Todd & Red Hood

+ Alts

[violetthistle1]

They don’t talk. But occasionally, Sirius will see a TikTok that reminds him so much of Regulus that he’s obligated to send it to him. The very idea that Regulus might not come across this in his own feed and therefore live his life not seeing it is heinous. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57206224

1671 words

[juniperharvest]

Okay one more:

Eat Your Young is def a reference to A Modest Proposal (yes with added context of 2023 imperialism, capitalism, climate change, etc) surprise! ABOUT THE IRISH and the colonial violence done to them by the British. pls go read a modest proposal by Jonathan swift

[crowofjudgment]

I've never been a lyrics make me like a song kinda gal (if itsa bop itsa bop, w/c is why i never got into ts) but as a poet, hozier's lyrics always leap from the musical landscape and grab my shirt collar to make me listen to and engage with the text in a way that no other songwriter has done before. He's made people read and dive into Dante and Irish mythology goddamnit. If there ever was a better singer songwriter in his age it's HIM. More so, the texture of his music, which unabashedly draws on a lot of genres that he also rightfully honors and hearkens back to (ie not in an appropriative way) makes for a complete and richer experience of musicality thats lacking in modern (pop) music. There's more to the enjoyment of music than relatability and the warmth of a parasocial relationship folks!!!! (this is an express comparison to the average ts enjoyer which i also am so dont come at me)

[joonkorre]

friend invited me to a hozier concert so i listened to the unaired album to at least know my shit before walking in.... yeah i get it. the woke wins again 😡

[thethingything]

I just remembered we joined a Habitica challenge where the goal was to listen to 20 new albums all the way through over the course of June and so far we haven't listened to any so I guess I need to find some stuff to listen to

[lewvithur]

waiting for my laundry to be dried so i'm cuddling with my cat listening to assorted jazz

[fawnforevergone]

hozier referencing 'inferno' part 4 : 'eat your young'

this scene of 'inferno' does not take place in circle three, gluttony, despite that being the circle that 'eat your young' explores. however, unlike hozier, dante does not mix hunger and politics in circle three, but instead later mixes the two in subsection two of circle nine - "treachery: betrayal against state" - where count ugolino is found chewing on the skull of archbishop ruggieri, and recounts why he does so.

the most poignant reference here is not a verbal/lyrical mirroring, but instead an ideological mirroring: "then hunger proved a greater power than grief."

in the 'inferno' scene, ugolino is recounting when ruggieri locked ugolino and his children in a tower over a political dispute and, once they had starved to death, ugolino had no choice but to eat his own children.

here we get a very explicit version of "[eating] your young", and hozier displays this idea in an echoing way:

ugolino's story is one of politics, hence his place in hell. hozier's lyrics are, again, political, but the idea of hunger is not so literal. hunger for ugolino is instinct, hunger in hozier's portrayal is power. ugolino's role in politics led to the literal eating of his young. hozier's portrayal shows our government's need for power leading to the destruction of environment and peace, killing children and future generations.

both tones display that one specific line incredibly well: "then hunger proved a greater power than grief."

ugolino could not grieve his children due to the overpowering feeling of literal hunger, and our governments can not feel empathy for those they harm since their need for power is overbearing and undeterred.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Honey Don't Feed Me (Or Else I Will Come Back)

Jim's a monster hunter, and Claire has been cursed with lycanthropy. Jim's a chef, and Claire's hungry.

So, one day I was thinking about @avirxy‘s Tear Me In Two (The Moonlight Will Anyway) series when Hozier's "It Will Come Back" came on when I was driving to school. This fic idea came to me and gripped me so tightly that I knew that I had to write this, even though it's taken a while because grad school.

You don't need to read Tear Me In Two to understand this fic, but I recommend that you do anyways because it is a wonderful series full of Claire Angst.

Rated T for memory loss and suicidal dialogue.

AO3 (archive locked)

FFN

When he was younger, Jim had hated when his mom was working a night shift. He was scared that his mom would go to work one day and never come home. Now, the night after a full moon? He was thankful that she wasn’t there to question why he was taking a thermos full of soup with him on a walk through the woods, especially when there had been so many so-called feral dog attacks recently.

It was the night after the full moon, and Claire still hadn’t come home. She had disappeared three days before the full moon. Jim had thought she would have come back today, shown up to school exhausted and covered in scratches. She had done that last month and had temporarily put a stop to all the dirty looks that her parents had been giving to Jim and Toby.

Jim could tell where she had been by the claw marks on the trees and the paw prints in the dried mud. And he had seen her in this area. Or at least, he had seen a feral dog with a blue hairclip still stubbornly clinging to her streaked fur. He placed the thermos on a flat rock and opened it. He grabbed a napkin out of his backpack and placed the spoon on it.

“I know you’re here, Claire.”

“Go away.”

“And waste the soup?”

She stepped out from the trees and shadows that had been hiding her. Only a single hair clip clung to her hair, desperately trying to tame her mane of curls into something manageable.

“You can have it.” Hopefully it was Claire’s stomach that growled and not the wolf.

“I made it for you. Besides…” Jim trailed off before he could ask the question. She probably wouldn’t know when she had last eaten. The last full moon, she hadn’t remembered what had happened when she had disappeared. She had looked so lost as she had said it. Claire was amazing in so many ways, among them her brilliant mind. She was one of, if not the smartest, students in their year. She was taking enough classes that she could graduate high school this year (though she’d need an extra year so she could go to college), and she still had straight A’s.

(Or at least she had straight A’s before the dog bite.)

Claire had once confided in Jim that she thought her mind and grades were the main reason why her mom loved her, because having a smart daughter was a status symbol. And now she was losing parts of her mind to the wolf.

“Besides,” Jim said again, “it’s already open, which means it’s already cooling.”

“I don’t want you here,” Claire said, and if it wasn’t an obvious lie Jim would’ve felt like he had been slapped. As it was, the pain of her lie hurt less than the pain of how disorientated and hurt Claire was. When she was on top of her game, she was a much better actress. She was normally capable of making her lies sound seamlessly true.

“I don’t want you around me,” she continued. This was less of a lie.

“I know you. You’re not going to hurt me.”

“Yes, I will.” A huff of sardonic laughter escaped her lips. “I don’t want to, but I’ll hurt you. I’ll hurt all of you. It’s better like this. It would be better if I were gone forever; I’m just too much of a coward.”

It took Jim a moment to realize what she was talking about. When he did, he had to place a hand against the tree bark to ground himself. He was no use to her if he panicked over her words. “I’m not going to kill you, Claire.”

“You should, before I hurt someone and make them like me.”

“You need to eat. You’re not thinking straight. Please.”

Maybe it was the hunger, or maybe it was him, but Claire finally sat next to the soup and picked up the spoon. Slowly, Jim walked to her and placed a hand on her knee.

“You’re making this even harder,” she said, looking at him with watery brown eyes. It was the first time she had met his eyes since the “dog” bite. How long had flecks of gold been floating in her irises? Since her first transformation? Since the bite? She hadn’t had them before.

“You’re going to be okay.”

“No, I won’t. All of Blinky’s books on lycanthropy say it’s incurable.”

“I don’t care. Come back with me. We’ll get through this together, my love. I promise.”

Her eyes widened before she began to sob into his shoulder. Jim realized that this was the first time he had told her that he loved her.

A/N: I swear that when I started writing this Claire wasn't suicidal. But then, when I went to reread (and edit) this fic it made me tear up, so I think it fits the narrative.