I’m completely in love with the world but also terrified of it. It creates some overwhelming feelings. Wanting to battle out that joy and fear is part of my music. Music is my way out. I keep things locked up and never say anything. I guess in order to say something to one person, I have to sing it to a couple of thousand. It doesn’t make for healthy relationships.


What Kind of Man, Florence + The Machine

I guess although I’ve always dealt in fantasy and metaphor when I came to writing, that meant the songs this time were dealing much more in reality. Ceremonials was so fixated on death and water, and the idea of escape or transcendence through death, but the new album became about trying to learn how live, and how to love in the world rather than trying to escape from it. Which is frightening because I’m not hiding behind anything but it felt like something I had to do.

Lungs is a garden. It’s a collection of different, but dazzling, masterpieces, a symbol of growth and childhood innocence and magic. Lungs is where faeries hide, where you can spend hours just watching the flowers grow.

Ceremonials is an ocean; great, dark, and sometimes terrifying. Death is an ever-present thought, but the strange beauty of it all is sublime. It gives you chills and somehow comforts you.

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful is a storm. Emotional, raw, and deeply sad, it nevertheless carries a hopeful message. All storms end. They bring growth and joy when their wreckage ceases. And, even in the midst of the moss terrible ones, they can be enjoyed. This storm does not dance around its problems or drown them with alcohol; it dances, lets the rain soak them, knowing the sun will soon come out again, and perhaps a rainbow too.