#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.

[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

[inky-sun]

[liesandnights]

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

[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.

[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.

[soul-from-another-era]

Sharing music is a huge love language for me 🤍.

[words-at-night]

[joytri]

neil perry would've loved folklore

[darlingdeathx]

I am yours, even in this waiting. I am yours.

[inky-sun]

[liesandnights]

Someone out there will love you for your weird, goofy, silly and odd self.

[zegalba]

Björk's Alexander McQueen pearl beaded 'bridal' gown, made for the 'Pagan Poetry' video (2001)