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ilaytrapsfortroubadours · 6 days

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In honor of seeing Hozier last night,

Hozier lyrics that feel integral to my being:

“With my mid-youth crisis all said and done / I need to be youthfully felt / ‘Cause, god, I’ve never felt young”

“Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside”

“Honey, when you kill the lights / And kiss my eyes / I feel like a person for a moment of my life”

“Honey, you’re familiar / Like my mirror years ago”

“Don’t let me in with no intention to keep me / Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to me, / Honey, don’t feed me, I will come back”

“Her fight and fury is fiery / Oh, but she loves like sleep to the freezing”

“I got some color back / She thinks so too / I laugh like me again / She laughs like you”

“Sit here and watch the sunlight fade / Honey, enjoy it’s getting late / There’s no plan, there’s no hand on the rein / As Mack explained, there will be darkness again”

“And I think about you though, everywhere I go / And I’ve done everything / And I’ve been everywhere, you know”

“I’d be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint / I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave”

“Make your good love known to me / Or just tell me about your day”

“I wanna run against the world that’s turning / I’d move so fast that I’d outpace the dawn / I wanna be gone”

“Remember once I told you about / How before I heard it from your mouth / My name would always hit my ears as such an awful sound”

My life was a storm / Since I was born / How could I fear any hurricane? / If someone asked me at the end / I’d tell them put me back in it”

“You had me floating like a feather on the sea / While you’re as heavy as the world / That you hold your hands beneath”

“We’ll float away / But if we fall / I only pray / Don’t fall away from me”

“Someone with your eyes / Might come in time / To hold me like water / Or, Christ, hold me like a knife”

“All things end / All that we intend is scrawled in sand / Or slips right through our hands”

“So far from home to have a stranger call you ‘darling’ / And have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand”

“Sometimes it returns / Like rain that you slept through”

“I will not be great / But I'm grateful to get through / The feeling came late / I'm still glad I met you”

“The memory hurts / But does me no harm / Your hand in my pocket / To keep us both warm”

“I remember the view / Streetlights in the dark blue / The moment I knew / I'd no choice but to love you”

“Darling, there's a part of me / I'm afraid will always be / Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life”

“You called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me / You smile now, I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth”

“Do you know, I could break beneath the weight / Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? / That I'd walk so far just to take / The injury of finally knowing you”

#some lyrics simply destroy me emotionally #others feel like they were made specifically for me #is that relatable at all?#hozier #music #concert

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houseofache · 9 months

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the way hozier sings “i wanna run against the world that’s turning, i’d move so fast that i’d outpace the dawn” does something to me that i cannot explain in PG terms

#that song is DESIGNED for fucking #kids look away #hozier #de selby part 2 #alternative #grunge #text meme #andrew hozier byrne #i love him your honour

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tenderloincherub · 9 months

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I WANNA RUN AGAINST THE WORLD THAT’S TURNING I’D MOVE SO FAST THAT I’D OUTPACE THE DAWN

I WANNA BE GONE

I WANNA RUN SO FAR I’D BEAT THE MORNING BEFORE THE DAWN HAS COME I’D BLOCK THE SUN

IF YOU WANT IT DONE

arhgaashggggggggggggggggggggggggggggjjjjjjghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#hozier #hozier has done it again ladies and gentlefolk #de selby part 2 #andrew hozier byrne #unreal unearth #hozier music #hozier my beloved #new music #new songs #indie folk #song lyrics #song quotes #hozier lyrics #hozier songs #lyrics #music #my random cassette #~just a sinner.

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lanfan · 9 months

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By the way I wanna run against the world that’s turning, I’d move so fast that I’d outpace the dawn. I wanna be gone. If you care.

#listening is not enough I need to consume this man’s music #hozier

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spineless-lobster · 9 months

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When Hozier said “I wanna run against the world that’s turning, I’d move so fast that I’d outpace the dawn. I wanna be gone.” He was talking about me and my experience personally actually

#fuckin AOUGH that song is AMAZING FUCK #I’m passionately making out with that song btw #hozier #de selby part 2

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ansu-gurleht · 8 months

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WANNA RUN AGAINST THE WORLD THATS TURNIN I’D MOVE SO FAST THAT I’D OUTPACE THE DAWN I WANNA BE GONE

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blarrghe · 4 years

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“don’t look at me like i’m a hero. you’ll only disappoint yourself.” For my stabby revolutionary Lavellan Lyanna? Born to a clan, but grew up in the shadow of Halamshiral. I’d love to see how she gets along with Taren and Theo. ❤️

Oh what a badass! I hope you don’t mind that there’s quite a lot of Taren/Theo in this and not a huge amount of Lyanna, I just thought this made a very excellent introduction line for her! Also I haven’t written them fighting together yet so that was neat.

“Who are we going to meet again?” Theo asked the question through a long, drawn-out yawn, stretching his arms over his head as they walked. The road was clear of travelers still, and a thin fog was being slowly lifted from the ground with the rising sun.

“Don’t you ever listen when I talk?” Taren scolded in reply, walking ahead of Theo. There was a brightness to his step, despite the fact that they had both only just woken from sleep.

“Not when it’s this early.” Theo grumbled behind him, shuffling in the way that he thought was more fitted to grogginess. Not that Taren would know anything about grogginess. Maybe all those mean spirited letters were on to something, and his brother really was some sort of insane demon who never needed rest. More likely though, it was the entire pot of coffee that Taren had opted to take for himself, after Theo had rejected the bitter liquid, that gave him his pep.

“Leliana only gave a nickname - “Fox” - but she claims some link to us.” Taren explained again, and Theo distantly remembered hearing the information before. He raised an eyebrow at “us”. Taren meant the Dalish us, not the Inquisition. The latter connection was a given for Theo, these days, but his inclusion with the former was more complicated.

“You mean the clan.” He countered quickly; not a question, more a reminder. Neither he nor Taren had been in the company of their clan since the breaking of the world began, but for Theo, the connection had been tentative long before that.

“Yes,” Taren replied, some of what Theo teasingly called his Keeper Voice breaking through in the remark, “that us.”

Theo sighed, it was too early for an argument. “So why are you bringing me?”

Taren shrugged. “I needed a scout,” he answered, “seemed like your sort of job.” Theo nodded along, already forgetting to listen to the answer to what he had just asked, as his mind attempted to wander away into sleepy daydreams again. Taren stopped and looked back at him, waiting for his attention to return; the bobbing of his head must not have been a very convincing response. “And you do have some connection to the clan, too.” Taren’s words were pointed as he linked one of his arms with his, keeping his gait quick as Theo stumbled to keep up. He was talking about himself, Theo realised with a pang of regret. Of course he hadn’t meant to exclude that.

“Did you know her?” He asked, letting Taren lead them on with his quick steps. It wasn’t that hard to keep up, his long legs could outpace Taren easily, if not for his endless supplies of energy.

“How would I know? All we have is a nickname.”

Right. He had said that. Did Taren not realise that it was still not even really dawn?

“Leliana thinks she could be a useful ally, and if the reports are right, I agree.” Taren was still talking, and Theo nodded along again, more of the information returning to his memory.

“Because she works for that elf you met in Orlais.” He had synthesized Taren’s explanation of the political machinations of Orlais into some few simple notes for his memory - elven revolutionaries were fighting against imperialistic nobility; everything was pretty much terrible, and it was mostly the shemlens’ fault. Taren had a somewhat more balanced view of things, one that took into account the relations of other countries, various historical battles, and all sorts of secret knowledge gained through complicated espionage. He appreciated that it was complicated, and if it wasn’t so early he might even have been willing to dedicate real intellectual thought to the discussion, but for his current purposes the categories “elven rebels” and “human jerks” made sense of things well enough. They were off to meet an elven rebel. He supposed that was indeed “his sort of job”.

“Didn’t sound like she works for anyone, from the report. But yes, she has a reputation.” Taren said.

“And you think you can get her to work for you.” Not a question, he knew exactly how Taren thought; and he knew Taren would be there anyway, even if he didn’t want the revolutionary’s help.

Taren shrugged. “She’s still a Lavellan.” Good old predictable Taren, putting on his Keeper Voice again.

The conversation was interrupted by the sounds of a violent commotion ahead. Horses neighing, shouted voices, and the clashing of steel echoed down the road, and a flock of birds lifted itself noisily from the trees. Theo and Taren sprang apart, each quickly reaching for their weapons. Taren cast a barrier over both of them while Theo nocked an arrow, and cautiously, keeping to the edge of the forest which lined the road, they approached.

The commotion was caused by an ambush of highwaymen, who had apparently jumped out to rob a caravan which traveled down the road. The victims of the attack appeared to be but simple travelers - refugees, probably. Theo saw pointed ears poking out of hoods, small bodies huddled behind larger ones. Two of the older looking travelers had shoddy weapons in hand, struggling against the bandits.

His throat tightened, anger flooding him as loosed his arrows at the attackers, catching one in the face before the brute could bring down an axe on a struggling civilian fighter. He wasted no time in joining the fight, aiming careful arrows at the gaggle of unlucky bandits. Taren had sprung to action as well. More protective barriers sprang up around the refugees without weapons, and roots and rock rose and shuddered from the ground under bandits’ feet.

Then as they fought, another entered the fray. She seemed to drop from the sky, two long blades flashing brightly in her hands. She moved quickly, zigzagging her way from one bandit to another, leaving them clutching bleeding wounds or lying motionless in her wake. One of the men ran, and Theo found himself in close combat with the large brute, wrestling against his arms to try to keep a blade out of his face. A couple stabs to Taren’s barrier over him had weakened it, another would likely break through. Their faces were close. The man was big and burly, with dirt-caked skin and wild hair. A sinister grin spread over the bandits face. Theo was taller, but not as broadly built, and his arms wouldn’t be able to hold back the blows for long. He shoved a knee into the man, staggering him long enough that he could attempt to draw his own short blade from his belt, but the bandit rebounded before he could land another blow, and he narrowly dodged a swing of his dagger.

Before he could dodge another blow, the fast fighting woman spun quickly in and out of view, shoving the bandit away, spinning around behind him as he struggled to keep his footing, and stabbing him in the back - a quick succession of stabs under the ribs - the bandit dropped clutching his wounds, tense, and then limp.

Theo took a couple steps back, catching his breath, and looked up at the woman who had come to his rescue. Bright red hair and eyes still narrowed for a fight. The rest of the attackers had fallen now, and Theo let out a breath. “Thanks.” He said to the woman, whose expression was changing now from a grimace to a proud smirk. “That was amazing.” He could have gotten out of it, of course, but credit where it was due: this woman could fight.

“Don’t look at me like I’m a hero, you’ll only disappoint yourself.” Replied his saviour casually, turning away from him to stoop over the now-dead bandit’s body, she rummaged in the man’s pockets, adding what coin was there to her own. As she went about pickpocketing the dead, a small fennec scampered over to her, following her and making circles around her legs.

“But you are one, aren’t you?” Taren stepped toward her, his eye scanning the scene. Theo looked again at the fennec. Oh. Fox. Taren went on talking, listing a few accomplishments that Theo again vaguely remembered from an earlier briefing. The woman stopped gathering spoils and stood to meet him.

“And who the fuck are you?”

Theo tried not to laugh at Taren’s expression. To anyone else, he seemed always to do a remarkably good job of staying calm, but Theo saw him twitch. He was really starting to like this Fox woman.

“Taren Lavellan,” he answered her with stress on the clan name and without giving his title. Not that he needed to, everyone in the world knew his name by now. But maybe he was spending too much time in Orlais, because it seemed to Theo that the words Taren chose when he met people always meant something.

“Oh.” She sounded surprised, eyes widening a little as she spoke, but Theo couldn’t tell if it was a happy sound. “No offence, but I expected you’d be taller.”

That time, he did laugh. He tried to stifle it with his sleeve, but it didn’t matter, Taren was laughing too. The woman’s smirk returned to her face, and her eye landed on Theo. He cleared his throat, banishing the rest of his laughter.

“Theo Lavellan,” he offered in introduction, “I uh, work for the Inquisition.”

“Lyanna.” Replied the woman with a curt nod. She returned her smirking gaze to Taren. “Can I help you, Inquisitor?”

“Actually,” Taren began with a smirk that mirrored hers, but it was amused, more than cocky, “I think we can help each other.”

Introductions over with, Taren broke the conversation to help the refugees return to their feet, and Theo heard him making generous offers of aid as he sent them on their way again. Lyanna was watching him work, the smirk not leaving her face even as her eyes narrowed again in careful consideration. Theo, meanwhile, watched her fox, and idly wondered where he could get one of his own.

#lyanna lavellan #lavellan bros #theo lavellan #just let all the elves be friends ok #my writing #dragon age fanfic #dragon age #dai #writing prompts #I hope u enjoy!!#midnightprelude

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ilaytrapsfortroubadours · 2 days

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for the ask game!! 3, 4, 9, 10!

Thank you for the ask! 💕

3. What is your favorite song from Wasteland, Baby?

I love them all! I feel like my favorite changes constantly depending on the day. Right now it’s Movement (watch the music video, I promise it will change your life)

No Plan gets an honorable mention, it’s genuinely an amazing song, it deserves so much more love. 10/10 existential banger

4. What is your favorite song from Unreal Unearth?

I have 2: De Selby (Part 2) and Abstract (Psychopomp).

De Selby scratches my brain, I love how it sounds so much, and the chorus!! The lyrics “I wanna run against the world that’s turning / Move so fast that I’d outpace the dawn / I wanna be gone” describes a feeling I cannot explain but is VERY akin to who I am. This feeling of wanting to escape the world, wanting to run away from it all but also rise above it??ALSO THE BEAT DROP ‼️‼️‼️

Abstract (Psychopomp). ooooh my god. The amount of times I’ve laid on the floor of my room staring at the ceiling listening to this song. During my first few listens of Unreal Unearth, this song didn’t really catch my eye. It wasn’t until my friend expressed her love for it and encouraged me to give it a really good listen did I realize how amazing it was. I did give it a good listen, and oh my goddddd my life genuinely changed. It has a couple of special meanings for me:

1) It captures the feeling so well of having a sort of blurry reminiscent memory that is bittersweet, mostly bitter, but you wouldn’t give it up for anything. Despite the pain of it all, you still have so much love for the memory, for the people you knew. I’ve dealt with dissociation for a long time and a lot of my past memories feel like looking through a blurry window. This song is full of this kind of longing pain yet also this appreciation for all of the good that happened and all of love that was present. It reaches a part of my mind I did not previously know how to put into words.

2) (For context, this song is about comforting a dead animal after it was hit by a car) A few years ago, I was on a medication that was making me emotionless. I couldn’t cry, no matter how badly I needed to. One day, however, I came home and saw a dead bird on my doorstep in a pool of blood. My mom was home at the time, and I asked her about it. She said she’d seen it, and thinks it might have flown into the door and died. I thought about how much pain it must have been in when it died. I went into the bathroom and broke down crying for the first time in I couldn’t remember how long.

that got kind of sad, here’s a sloth 🦥

9. What other artists do you listen to that you think are similar?

Florence + the Machine, Beck, Sufjan Stevens, Noah Kahan, and Novo Amor are all incredible. If anyone would like specific songs from these artists, I’m happy to recommend!

10. What is a poetic lyric that you listen to in awe every time it plays?

I actually made a (very very long) post detailing every single lyric that makes me feel this way, and there are a LOT. If I had to choose one though, I’d choose this one from Unknown/Nth:

“Do you know, I could break beneath the weight / Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? / That I'd walk so far just to take / The injury of finally knowing you”

I feel my heart physically shatter in my chest every time I hear this line. It states exactly a feeling I’ve experienced time and time again. You can catch me and Hozier crying in the club tonight 👍

#hozier

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