#louis tomlinson the artist that you are

[gracefullou]

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[sunshineandlyrics]

"Thank you to Louis Tomlinson! So thankful to him, and his incredible team, for having me here tonight. This has been, I think, the furthest we’ve ever been AFHF. So you guys have been so beautiful, and so nice to us tonight."

Dylan at ​AFHF Mexico 2024, 8 June 2024.

[beacarrot]

New Year's Bag.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

Ladies and gentlemen!

Turn on the cameras and blessed lights,

There's fresh champagne in the tank tonight,

No one ever learned how to write "Réveillon,"

Pick a good playlist and make us believe,

"What a year!"

They say, staring at their own faces,

Hoping to spot something new in old places.

I replay my memories as a third-party view,

These are the things we can't construe,

Yet we yield,

Drawn to life's inexplicable appeal,

And so it goes,

And so it comes,

There's sadness on one side of the table,

There's joy on the other, as much as we're able,

But I've never known my left from my right,

My head was made to mix up the light,

Always,

Always, that's what my mind seems to say.

Glitter floods the restaurant floor,

Each one wears a color, yet craves something diferent and something more,

There's always someone who shouts too loud,

There's always a glass that shatters the crowd,

Somewhere there's a leap,

A leap over waves so deep,

Anyway, just play "Firework" by Katy Perry,

Silence settles, and my mind feels unwary,

Can you recall the anticipation?

And suddenly, they count: 1, 2, 3...

Happy New Year!

I want you with me when we go to 25,

I want you with me when we go to 25,

Do you want me too?

I don't want a restart,

To restart means something must end,

And I don't want to lose what's been, my dear friend,

I feel like I haven't felt enough, but I'm all in,

All in for this idea of new paths to begin.

Obstacles die, obstacles rise,

Something changes, it makes me cry,

I'm not that good at letting go.

I know,

I recall,

I searched it all,

It was an emotional year,

I cut out the bad with my sensory gear,

I lost someone dear,

But gained phenomenal souls, near and clear,

These are just things,

Things I'll store,

Pack them away in my New Year's Bag.

I'll stop searching for every single answer,

They simply don't exist, or they're not for my planner,

One of my ear is deaf,

And a murmur slips from my breath:

Oh, God chose you to be with me this year,

And now I choose you for my future, my darling,

Hey, we've broken prejudice and that wall!

Come back boy with the red ribbon's call,

Rest on the trail of stars,

I'll follow your voice,

Or at least you can hold my heart,

A compass of choice,

I'm often called sappy,

But I'm just overly emotional, lost but I guess also happy.

I raced against time,

Lost my breath, to ensure I'd look back on the climb,

My friends and I turned 366 days into eternity,

Spent our sanity,

But claimed our own clarity,

Oh, Jesus!

How many songs did we forget to hear?

I had another birthday with my parents near,

Gratitude filled me, bringing peace sincere,

If a mic were in my hand,

I'd puff my chest like an antihero and stand,

"Man, I was bold!"

Because that's how you hold,

Hold on to love and learn to be whole.

Confetti will build something unbreakable tonight,

Each one wears a color, yet craves their own light,

There's always someone who's drunk and high,

Always a heart that sinks, asking why,

Somewhere there's a seat left empty,

For someone who's gone, leaving someone lonely,

Anyway, just play "New Year's Day" by Taylor Swift,

Silence settles, and my mind feels unwary,

Can you recall the anticipation?

And suddenly, they count: 1, 2, 3...

Happy New Year!

I want you with me when we go to 25,

I want you with me when we go to 25,

Do you want me too?

I don't want a restart,

To restart means something must end,

And I don't want to lose what's been, my dear friend,

I feel like I haven't felt enough, but I'm all in,

All in for this idea of new paths to begin.

Obstacles die, obstacles rise,

Something changes, it makes me cry,

I'm not that good at letting go.

I failed,

I despaired,

I sought and repaired.

It was an emotional year,

I cut out the bad with my sensory gear,

I lost someone dear,

But gained phenomenal souls, near and clear,

These are just things,

Things I'll store,

Pack them away in my New Year's Bag.

I'm like a sleepthinker,

Nearly losing this idea, the notion,

We all feel this way during such commotion,

I turn to my bag of tricks,

The about " The Almost Perfection" manual fix,

There's no map to guide,

You and I count losses with our fingers, wide-eyed,

Will punishment cross our bones?

Were we good at dodging the stones,

Didn't we?

Who's forgiving my sins as I sin again?

Is the future planning to gift me, then?

We kneel on corn, then rise to dance,

This year's legendary,

But they say everything is momentary,

Although memories are eternal, moments don't fade,

And 24 is etched in my soul, like a serenade.

This year, I had the crystals,

And new jokes only we could whistle,

How many times did we just shrug and say, "Whatever"?

No one really give a damn,

When I passed from 23 to 24,

I broke chains,

Fled fake love and embraced gains,

I am free,

We defied headlines, you can see,

I drank before 18,

Danced till my legs grew mean,

Some plan to marry,

But I just don't want life to tarry,

I won't leave this life and the months have carried.

I'll hold on to memories,

Because something must hold me steady.

I'll hold on to memories,

Because something must hold me steady.

I'll hold on to memories,

Because something must hold me steady.

I want you with me when we go to 25,

Do you want me too?

Yes, do you want me too?

I want you with me when we go to 25,

Do you want me too?

Yes, do you want me too?

I want you with me when we go to 25,

Do you want me too?

Yes, do you want me too?

And when I almost forget this year,

When the napkin falls,

I know I'll remember,

Because I'll always see,

See it through my New Year's bag of memories,

New Year's bag.

Hey, remember 24?

(This is my last poem in my collection of 15 poems "made in 2007" and also the last of the 3 extra tracks. I think there was no better way to end this collection than with a New Year's poem posting it at the turn of the year. 2024 was what I dare say was the best year of my life so far, I learned, I freed myself, I lived, I really lived, I suffered, but I smiled and had SO *MUCH* fun! I am grateful to everyone who contributed so that this year could be marked positively in my memory. 2023 was a hard and difficult year, but 2024 restored me. Thank you for everything everyone, have a happy new year, I love you all.)

Signed: Beatriz Ranzonni 🩵.

[tanktop-lou]

If you just let it go and learn to like louis for the person he is maybe you'll know peace

[louistthegreatest]

All the other artists releasing stuff every damn day... Their fans happily spending all the money...

Louis releasing something from time to time... His fans: OMG he is blood draining us, all he wants is our money, how dare he?

Me to all of you...

[jlf23tumble]

Yeah the whole ban discourse was like…huh? Are we reading the same thing? I’m also unsure how much radio play really matters in 2023 vs. Spotify playlists or other forms of promotion (ahem - magazine covers/features or talk show performances). How much does radio play actually increase a fanbase? (Seemingly what fans want for Louis). If we look at indie artists who have blown up recently, has that occurred based primarily on radio play? In any case, Louis is not out there starving to death y’all.

Alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll of this, sprinkled with a dose of why do people get off so hard to making him some kind of victim in a game he a) already won in his 20s and b) doesn't seem all that interested in revisiting in his 30s? Like, I'm sorry (truly, deeply sorry) that struggling indie solo artist Harry Styles is now on my dentist's playlist, and everyone working there has to hear it 5x a day, like, why would you want your fave to be that kind of flave? I trust that Louis's doin' just fine! Better than most, even!

[twopoppies]

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[savebylou]

The problem of throwing things to artists.

[worththewhile28]

Yikes- some of y’all need to step back and ask yourselves if you are actually Louis Tomlinson fans still. Also, log off for a bit. Drink some water.

[hopeeternal]

Since I don’t really want to hear Louis’ voice today, my streaming is going to be more eclectic. My Spotify wrapped is gonna have other artists in it for once.

[hurtcomforted]

when the artist says they're going on a tour in europe but half the dates are in britain and a quarter in germany

[savebylou]

I took screenshots of the first part of the message:

Fin Power, the frontman from the band STONE (one of Louis' tour opener) shared this TT where he shows that he has been contacted on behalf of Simon Cowell looking for new bands to recruit for his upcoming talent show. And his reply is pure gold!

"There's only one appropriate reply. Tell Simon Cowell to go fuck himself. Team 1D"

[sunshineandlyrics]

🎶 A turntable car air freshener. What a cute idea!

link to their site x

[beacarrot]

Yeah, you know that.

You know you should dance through the halls that divide,

The black from the white, where truths often collide,

The second half’s done, the score’s as it was meant,

As it was meant,

I saved up my overtime, to the thrift shop I went,

Just like I always did,

Everyone’s chasing that genuine grace,

Slim bodies,

Sharp haircuts, and maybe the perfect embrace,

But they get so lost just trying to find their own place

But they never find,

Never again.

I painted the walls that surrounded the way,

Near the intersection

With so much love around us, why do we only care about the romantic?

why crave only the sway?

Streetlights enhance what the soul wants to say,

And silence is known for being chatty,

Waves breaking, storms raging, winds sweeping pain away.

I left the big cases in capital’s haze,

Sometimes I think this is amazing,

Subway lines, shadows, and debates that amaze,

But they never meant much,

They’re just idle, misplayed,

For home is no a region, it’s a dream I have made,

It's my place.

I came back to the city, my pockets worn thin,

All in the pocket of faded jeans,

A half-pack of cigarettes, and the train’s reckless troublemaker din,

Bent backs, we’re just soldiers, all trying to survive,

As monopolized soldiers looking for the right life to live,

So much talk of growing, you have so many things to do in so few hours in the day,

There's no time left to thrive,

Why don't we stay young?

Poems and books, canvases, songs,

Sitting with guitars, where the aching belongs,

Broken hearts sing their own national hymn,

Sung by the fearless, the raw, and the grim.

In a café, get your coffee alone,

You don’t need some charmer to unsettle your tone.

Choose the best dress for a dinner somewhere,

Some cool where,

The wine in your glass won’t taste bitter or bare,

Our days keep rushing, the time leaves its trace,

Healthy bodies slow down to a much gentler pace,

Slow motion,

All those around you are aging in view,

Why don’t you go back? Relive what you knew,

Rewrite solutions for unfinished pasts,

A small group of souls,

A group of eternal young people against suicide.

I want to see my reflection in blue,

In a blue river,

Find my way out of the dungeon’s dark hue,

Stop hiding beneath that imagined disguise,

For real or not, it still holds its ties,

I just want to see you

See life,

See the dead-end street of my childhood colorful,

I want to see me,

Get lost in myself and in freedom’s decree,

‘Cause that is to live, that’s the truest of me.

The rise and the fall of a purposeless rhyme,

The coming and going of a poem without a cause,

It’s endless, relentless, and unseen through time,

And they’ll never know, as I write here once more,

One, five, ten, then fifteen, as I reach for the core,

I’ll place myself close to the first fleeting try,

Where I’ll be immune to their political cries,

The pinion about the girl never owed them a thing in her life.

Not everyone’s cruel,

I’m no victim here,

But poetry breathes in a way that feels near,

The poetry are just like this,

A vision from someone,

Just another someone,

But surely someone,

And if you read, you’ll find you’re understood,

And maybe this moment feels oddly good,

It’s time to depart,

To seize the life waiting,

For a glimpse of what’s real is anticipating,

Like a window that opens, revealing the skies,

And now, yeah, you know that

You know that,

And you realize,

And once again,

Yeah you know that...

(I wrote this poem at the beginning of this year. I think that each poem has its importance, regardless of whether it is mine or not. And this one is perhaps about things we know without knowing, knowing that there are moments to venture out and go beyond the curve. I like this poem and for me it takes me to this energy of going beyond what is planned.)

Signed: Beatriz Ranzonni 🩵.