I can’t believe I’m even writing this.
I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS EVEN A POST. HOW MUCH WAS I SCREAMING ABOUT FOLKLORE BECAUSE OLD T SWIFT WAS MY FAVE AND NOW 5 MONTHS LATER SHE’S BROUGHT US PART 2 ?????? HELP. SOS. SOMEONE SAVE ME BECAUSE THIS IS LIKE ALL OF MY DREAMS COME TRUE. I’M SERIOUSLY THE HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD.
Just a few days ago I was listening to folklore and thinking wow, I pray she’ll do another album like this again because I need it so much and then SHE GOES AND DOES THIS ?????? HELP.
My favourite is 1000000% no body, no crime – I cannot BELIEVE she did the country thing (!!!) I was screaming. Also the actually storyline of the song…OBSESSED.
I also love marjorie, I had a little cry over that one. Too close to home.
To listen to me freak out about folklore, click here
Here are yet again some of my favourite lyrics from these masterpieces…
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind, but I come back stronger than a ’90s trend.
Wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark, show me the places where the others gave you scars.
You booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit there in this hurt.
“She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head,” they said, but you’ll find the real thing instead, she’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred.
And the coastal town we wandered ’round had nеver seen a love as pure as it, and then it fades into the grey of my day-old tea…’cause it could never be.
’tis the damn season
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would have asked you.
There’s an ache in you, put there by the ache in me, but if it’s all the same to you, it’s the same to me.
And the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you and my hometown.
You assume I’m fine but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins, took this dagger in me and removed it, gain the weight of you then lose it, believe me, I could do it.
no body, no crime
And his mistress moved in, sleeps in Este’s bed and everything, no there ain’t no doubt, somebody’s gotta catch him out.
Showed you all of my hiding spots, I was dancing when the music stopped.
There’ll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you.
Haunted by the look in my eyes, that would’ve loved you for a lifetime.
No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, and you know you hurt him, too.
After giving you the best I had, tell me what to give after that. All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness, you haven’t met the new me yet, and I think she’ll give you that.
But it’s never too late to come back to my side, the stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo, and if you’re ever tired of being known for who you know, you know you’ll always know me, Dorothea.
Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest grey, a universe away, and when I got into the accident, the sight that flashed before me was your face.
Oh, goddamn, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand taking mine, but it’s been promised to another. I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland, my house of stone, your ivy grows and now I’m covered in you.
cowboy like me
And the tennis court was covered up with some tent-like thing, and you asked me to dance but I said, “dancing is a dangerous game”. Oh I thought “this is gonna be one of those things”, now I know, I’m never gonna love again.
long story short
I always felt I must look better in the rear view, missing me tt the golden gates they once held the keys to.
And he’s passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky, and he feels like home, if the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go.
Long story short, it was a bad time, long story short, I survived.
What died didn’t stay dead, you’re alive, you’re alive in my head.
I should’ve asked you questions, I should’ve asked you how to be, asked you to write it down for me.
Should’ve kept every grocery store receipt, ’cause every scrap of you would be taken from me.
And if I didn’t know better I’d think you were singing to me now, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were still around. I know better but I still feel you all around, I know better but you’re still around.
I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life, staying friends would iron it out so nice. Guilty, guilty, reaching out across the sea that you put between you and me, but it’s fake and it’s oh so unnecessary.
Hey December, guess I’m feeling unmoored, can’t remember what I used to fight for, I rewind the tape but all it does is pause.
Have you listened to evermore yet ?? What are your favourites ?? Let me know !!
All my love,