#poetry in music

[charliespringsleftconverse]

Swifties,

What is the most poetic line you’ve heard in Taylor’s songs?

I won’t lie.

“Leaving like a father, running like water”

Is always on my mind.

[two-bees-poetry]

twenty years across the sea

[purinna]

“I made it out alive, but I think I lost it.

said that I was fine, said it from the coffin.

Remember how I died when you started walking?

That’s my life.”

[peaceandnature]

I wanna be like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

And walk right into the fire

If only I could know the truth in love

Then I would be so bold

Melt my idol of gold

I wanna be like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

And see the fourth man in the fire

And if he is everything that I hope

Then I would be so bold

Melt my idol of gold

I wanna be like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

And walk right out of the fire

No burn upon my skin

Or on my clothes

Then I would be so bold

Melt my idol of gold

I would be so bold

Melt my idol of gold

[nighttime-thoughts]

I think about you a lot.

All the time, actually.

In the morning, at night,

in the middle of my day. It's you.

It's just always you.

[inky-sun]

[liesandnights]

My version of flirting is looking at someone I find attractive multiple times and hoping they're braver than me.

[en--tropy]

[shakespearesdaughters]

[ptimepoet]

[communicationpause]

It’s Sabbath evening.

my hands are filthy.

no matter how I try.

hills turn to cliffside,

I’m hanging on

It’s a lo-ong wa-ay down.

How did I get here?

what rules I’ve broken?

Am I punished, or just lost?

across wind blows

into the night.

and I’m fa-all-i-ing down.

It’s Sunday morning.

The sun has risen

and the night sky is dawn

Am I forgiven?

they say to me

You’re a lo-ong wa-ay off

Good morning, sunshine!

It’s time to awaken.

You have much left to do.

You're off the mountain!

climbing no more

far past fa-all-i-ing off.

It’s after noon, now.

I should feel ecstatic.

I was past it for a while.

I could forget it.

I could move on.

It’s a lo-ong wa-ay back.

What am I seeking?

Why can’t I find it?

When have I misplaced my life?

If I stop looking,

could you say I’ve died?

have I fa-alle-en back?

The sun is setting.

My eyes are burning upward,

I can’t blind myself from the truth.

my love is up there,

cold and alone.

and it’s ca-all-i-ing down.

I must return there.

I can never leave Her,

For He always remembers me.

They’re always waiting

until I come home.

It’s a lo-ong wa-ay down.

It’s Sunday Evening.

my hands are filthy.

No matter how I try.

[oldschool-romantic]

[communicationpause]

[Chorus] String up the intendant defendants. Send them home to see their descendants. Spend the hell out of their inheritance, and dismantle all their investments. We don't wait to see your intentions! The law bends to suit your inventions. Cut them off, and spurn their conventions. Storm the office. Burn their collections.

[Verse 1] Somebody once told me, the future was still sturdy—that violence won't solve anything. Now I'm feeling pretty dumb, because now, the privileged some have appended amendments for birthing. Well, the years rolled on, and I just kept voting. The dream's all dead, but I just kept hoping that something'd snap, and the world might change. Hope a chief turns up, that isn't insane. So much for tact, so much for peace; I gave up that path, after last week. You'll never peacefully cause change. You'll never progress, without pain! [Bridge] Hey, now! You're a felon. Polling well on all states. Hey, now! You're elected. Disrespected, betrayed, splayed out, we're exhausted. Now, you've lost it. No say allowed—Shame incarnate. You're a target today. Delay, Deny, Depose. Only paid in blood, we suppose. [Refrain]

[Verse 2] It's a nightmare—and the night just grows darker. The older I get, more that life appears harder, but the media maid begs to differ; judging by the stain on the wipe she brought with her. You want my source? Look up my ass. An argument as stable as a house built on glass. My world's on fire, how 'bout yours? That's the way they like it, 'cause it keeps us all poor.

[Chorus] String up the intendant defendants. Send them home to see their descendants. Spend the hell out of their inheritance, and dismantle all their investments. We don't wait to see your intentions! The law bends to suit your inventions. Cut them off, and spurn their collections. Storm the office. Burn their conventions. String up the intendant defendants. Send them home to see their descendants. Spend the hell out of their inheritance, and dismantle all their investments. We don't wait to see your intentions! The law bends to suit your inventions. Cut them off, and spurn their collections. Storm the office. Burn their conventions.

[Verse 3] Somebody once asked, if I kill the boss at last, will I eventually see myself in his place? I said "Yep! What a concept. Not like you could be a huge bereft, 'cause we could all rule a better way." Well, the years rolled on, and I just kept on voting. The dream's all dead, but I just kept on hoping that something would snap, and the world might change. Hope a president turns up, that isn't insane. So much for tact, so much for peace; I gave up that path after last week. You'll never peacefully cause change. You'll never progress without pain!

[Bridge] Hey, now! You're a felon. Polling well on all states. Hey, now! You're elected. Disrespected, betrayed, splayed out, we're exhausted. Now, you've lost it. No say allowed—Shame incarnate. You're a target today. Delay, Deny, Depose. Only paid in blood, we suppose.

[Bridge] Well, the years just rolled on and I just kept on voting— The dream's been long dead, but I just kept on hoping that something would snap, and the world might change. I would hope a politician comes that isn't insane. So much for arbitration, and for foreign policy! I gave up that path after they came down on me! I know that peaceful protest never brings change! You'll never progress without pain!

[Chorus] String up the intendant defendants. Send them home to see their descendants. Spend the hell out of their inheritance, and dismantle all their investments. We don't wait to see your intentions! The law bends to suit your inventions. Cut them off, and spurn their collections. Storm the office. Burn their conventions. String up the intendant defendants. Send them home to see their descendants. Spend the hell out of their inheritance, and dismantle all their investments. We don't wait to see your intentions! The law bends to suit your inventions. Cut them off, and spurn their collections. Storm the office. Burn their conventions.

Delay, Deny, Depose.

Delay, Deny, Depose.

[Refrain]

Have you ever heard the tragedy of Briana the Boston? Ironic...

[ccomelantartidee]

[soul-from-another-era]

Sharing music is a huge love language for me 🤍.