| Whispering Wind and its Tales
The place I live in is too much to take,
my cheeks, weary of smiling, only a few I could fake.
Scared soul, broken wings, oh, how I wish to be away,
from this god-forsaken small-town fears,
where dreams fade to grey.
So, I take a flight in my mind,
to a far-forgotten land,
where whispering winds tell tales untold,
and mysteries linger, their secrets at hand.
One that I read about in a book,
when I was a precocious child.
While trying to heal the scars from the barbed wire,
this is the only way I could find.
They travelled across deserts,
mountains, valleys and seas.
Soared over forests, danced through the fields,
where flowers bloomed and bees hummed,
melodies, oh, so sweet.
They roared with such grace and ease,
as if they had a lot to say.
Perhaps they are the messengers of ancient spirits,
or the guardians of forgotten lore,
or fairies of the enchanting castles,
the places I dream and long for evermore.
So, I keep all my romanticism
for my inner life.
A place of my fantasies,
where my dreams are just mine.
I wish I could stay there,
and cease to return.
Because the place I live in right now
makes me feel worthless and alone.
- Willow
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surprise songs in tokyo being at 6AM is going to be my downfall.
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"all's fair in love and poetry" is obviously a play of words on "all's fair in love and war" and you know which other lyric she wrote that referred to that same phrase? - "there's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair" from the great war
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I do think about this announcement a lot, especially after seeing the account from a label exec that the vibe is a bit like Red on steroids. I love Red, and especially Red tv. And I think it’s possible that Red is the only album that has songs about all four of Taylor’s muses on it. Anonymously. But now with TPD they’re being entered into evidence. Taylor is bracing herself for another war, battered and bruised from the fights already fought. Spilling her blood on the pages, armour tarnished and protective charms and spells wearing off.
Two years in the making. This feels so raw and important, and yet with less than three weeks to go we’ve heard nothing about it. No promotion, no merch, no single. And the silence feels kinda… loud.
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First Rain
It was the first rain in months,
after an excruciating sun scorched,
the earth,
desperate for a soothing touch,
eagerly absorbed.
It came down like confetti,
falling from grace,
with unsettling chaos,
reviving the wilted earth,
nature's tender embrace.
It felt like a celebration,
the smell of wet earth,
rain-soaked streets and trees,
whispering secrets of rebirth.
Dancing raindrops on windows,
the cool air's gentle kiss,
envelops the atmosphere,
in a moment of pure bliss
by Willow
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feeling so so so so so so incredibly lucky and grateful that all my eras shows are so spread out because I got to see nothing new, no body no crime, and long live after they were added to the setlist and now. this!
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