heartbeat line

anonymous asked:

LOVE YOUR POST about your favorite TV shows but where's the one about your favorite movies? I can't find it on your blog.. by the way first time here but I'll definitely come back! Enjoy the rest of your day and thanks for sharing your tastes with us!

Oh sorry my darling, I removed the post a few days ago but if you really want to see it, here’s a new one just for you! It took me two hours to do it so have fun, haha.

40 movies (yes I know, it’s a lot) and you’ll find the titles of each of them at the end of this post. Kisses(:

Sin City / 30 Days of Nights / Blue Valentine / The Silver Linings Playbook / Dansgerous Liaisons / The Handmaiden / La La Land / Heartbeats / Moulin Rouge / The Neon Demon / Pulp Fiction / American Beauty / The Breakfast Club / The Perks of Being a Wallflower / 500 Days of Summer / The Sixth Sense / Edward Scissorhands / Eyes Wide Shut / Ex-Machina / Her / 8 Women / Drive / The Faculty / Leon / Royal Affair / Agora / Stoker / Black Swan / Mulholland Drive / A Swedish Love Story / Love Actually / Super 8 / Love, Rosie / Kaboom / Gone Girl / Mommy / Shutter Island / Gladiator / The Grandmaster / The Life of David Gale.

He calls you late at night, and you can’t help holding your breath, waiting for a drunk confession of love, because this must be the time that daydreams become reality.
His voice is barely an exhale, but you hear every syllable because that’s how you always listen to him: so very closely. “Can you come pick me up?” It’s slurred, though his voice is just a whisper.
He’s drunk, but he isn’t in love.
So you slip out of your house, and you start the car, easily agreeing because it’s him. It’s him and it’s him and it’s him, and that is any and every excuse you’ll ever need. Street lights pass in a blur as you get closer and closer to him, and you don’t know why it’s always like this—why does every road and every map lead to this boy?
You like to think that it’s fate.
Your road ends where it always begins, and you stop in front of a bright house in the dark night, and various bottles and different people are scattered across the lawn, and there he is, walking toward you, and he’s drunk and he’s exhausted and he looks like hell, but it’s him—it’s him and it’s him and it’s him. He gets into the car, and he slumps in the passenger seat, and you want to say something—you want him to say something—but silence swallows you whole as you start the car and pull away from the curb.
And you drive, and you drive, and you try to focus on the yellow lines in the center of the road rather than his ragged breathing or your erratic heartbeat, but the lines are blurred and your heart won’t still.
Finally, he mumbles something, and you wish that you didn’t hang on to every word he says. You wish that this wasn’t fate’s plan because this is not the ending you’d always dreamed of. You wish that you weren’t listening close enough to hear him say her name, to hear him mumble, “She’s beautiful, and I don’t fucking deserve her, but god, I wish I did.”
Because he’s drunk, and he’s in love. He’s just not in love with you.
—  H.L. // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #42
alive and safe and with me

They’re sitting at their dining room table and Philip smiles over at Lukas, picking another piece of pepperoni off his slice of pizza. 

“Why’re you still wearing long sleeves?” Philip asks, narrowing his eyes. “It’s hot in here.”

Lukas has had a sort of quiet contentment on his face since he got home late this afternoon and he just smiles, shaking his head.

“How are you not hot?” Philip asks. “I’m hot.”

“Yeah you are,” Lukas says, grinning at him.

Philip laughs, shaking his head. “What’s up with you? You meet some new cute guy at that group project thing? You getting ready to tell me you’re leaving?”

Lukas scoffs. “As if,” he says. 

Philip knows it’s the most impossible thing, which is why it’s so easy to joke about it. “So why are you acting like you’re staring at something beautiful?”

“Well, I am,” Lukas says, gesturing towards him. He grins when Philip sits back in his seat, clicking his tongue. “Angel face, you walked into that one.”

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20 with Dick and Tim being all brotherly? :D

Tim closed his eyes against the glare of the computer with a tired exhale, drawn out, strained, his brain finally losing its focus after a full five hours of running over code as he checked and updated the Batcave’s security system. He took a moment to stretch and glance around the dark cave, ensuring that, yes, he was still quite alone. The last person to come down here had been Alfred with tea and sandwiches, and to inform him that the butler would be “adhering to normal sleep cycles” and, if he wanted any pancakes in the morning, Master Timothy should do the same. 

Good ol’ Alfie.

Needing to take a break, but not wanting to be left alone with his ever-active mind, nor the intrusive thoughts that seemed to perpetually bombard it in the silence, he grabbed his noise-cancelling earphones and flicked through playlists distractedly until he got to one he wanted. As the first song began, gradually building up in both volume and tempo, Tim latched onto the pounding drum, the bass-line and the shouting voices of his favourite Japanese rock band. 

He leaned back in the chair and began to drift away into those voices. Voices that always seemed to express the emotions and rage he never had been able to vocalise. Voices that mirrored his pain and frustrations and qualms against the world so perfectly, crying out in response to everything that was wrong with society and his life… everything that was wrong with him. 

Tim’s heart skipped a beat as a hand suddenly ran through his hair, mussing it up. He yanked out his earphones and turned around to find Nightwing standing behind him, hands raised apologetically. He laughed, his voice light and unconcerned, as Tim swore beneath his breath.  

“Sorry! Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you… but I did say your name at least three times.” He nodded at the earphones. “You’re gonna go deaf before you’re thirty listening to music that loud, Tim.”

“Yeah. If I live till I’m thirty,” Tim muttered sarcastically. He had the decency to feel at least somewhat ashamed when Dick threw him a disapproving look. “Sorry. Tasteless joke. I’m just really tired…”

Dick raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing at the corner of his lips. “And water is wet. C’mon, Tim. Go to sleep. Don’t make me mother you.”

Tim’s chest grew tight and he turned away before he said something stupid. Before Dick began breaking through the layers of sarcasm and pulling out truths. But now his mind was running over Dick’s warning and considering what the correlation was between having an absent mother who died when he was young, and the fact that he struggled to look after his own wellbeing. Or rather, didn’t think about it.

Dick knew him too well. He knew that look in Tim’s eyes… when his pupils were dilated and unfocussed not just from the lack of sleep. He knew that look meant that the quietness would come. He didn’t know exactly what was happening during the quietness, and he didn’t ask. 

He knew enough.

Tim felt himself being pulled up out of the chair and directed towards one of the beds in the med wing. He didn’t fight as Dick made him sit down on it, took his shoes off and coaxed Tim under the covers, tucking them carefully around his body. Only when he was laying in the silence did Tim’s anxiety spike, the need to return to work to occupy his brain with something immediate to fend off the mental attacks building up like a surging wave inside of him. 

“Dick… I need to go back to work,” ,he said tentatively, surprised at how distant and far away his own voice sounded. He tried to decide if it was because he was just that tired, or if he was actually dissociating. Sometimes, it was hard to know for sure. 

“You need to go sleep,” his brother responded cooly. “Work can wait till tomorrow. It’s okay to shut down for a bit.”

“I’m not a computer,” Tim retorted, his words slurring as heavy lids opened and closed in slow motion. 

Dick brushed the hair out of Tim’s eyes and shushed him, his voice calm but firm even as he smiled down at his brother. He placed an affectionate kiss on the top of Tim’s head, hand lingering on his shoulder before he stood and walked over to the control panel, shutting off most of the major lights in the cave.

“Goodnight, Tim,” he heard Dick say quietly.

He grew anxious as Dick’s footsteps faded, echoing against the damp stone. Tim opened his eyes and stared up into the dim, dwindling light of the cave, holding his breath, bracing himself to take a stand against the quietness that began to leech away any hope of sleep for the night that Dick had encouraged, that the comfort of the soft pillow and warm covers had offered him.

Then, in the silence of the cave, he caught the faint tapping of computer keys and a voice whisper-singing “Bohemian Rhapsody”.

Tim smiled, closing his eyes once again and finally giving in to the sleep he knew his body desperately needed. He followed along with the lyrics in his mind, line-by-line, heartbeat and breathing keeping the rhythm till Dick’s voice slow-faded out.

Two Ghosts Lyrics Interpretation

I feel like I’ve caught onto a few things in Two Ghosts that I didn’t quite have in order in my head the first time or two I heard it.  Every time I hear it now, it makes me think I should write it down, so I went ahead and did it.

I tend to form an overall impression of a song, but I still like to go through line by line interpretations because you can really see some of the nice literary devices that are being used and catch some layered meanings.  

For that reason, I consider multiple interpretations for each line, but I also indicate the one that corresponds to my overall interpretation of the song.  I also try to pick out specific lines that eliminate other interpretations to explain why I think a certain overall interpretation is more likely.  There’s also a section at the bottom to talk more about the overall interpretation.

Line By Line Interpretation

Same lips red, same eyes blue

(this can be referring to 1 person or 2 people with the lips and eyes both belonging to 1 or belonging to separate people

some people have naturally red lips, otherwise lips can be reddened through getting chapped, being bitten, or being kissed

eyes blue is pretty much as it says, could be referring to blue eyes as in sad eyes since blue often is used to represent sadness

my interpretation would be that the red lips refer to Harry who’s always had naturally red lips to the point where people aren’t sure if he’s wearing lip gloss or lipstick, and the blue eyes are referring to Louis who has blue eyes)

Same white shirt, couple more tattoos

(same white shirt could be referring to just very plain dress, symbolizing the simplest of things without being dressed up, it could also refer to a specific shirt, with the next line, white shirt could also refer to the white skin the tattoo are on

couple more tattoos could refer to literal tattoos or anything that permanently marks the body although usually “scar” is used instead of tattoo in that case

my interpretation would be that same white shirt probably refers to a shared couple shirt and that couple more tattoos is referring to literal tattoos, the gaining of which represents the passage of time, so far everyone has been “same”, so this would be the first thing to break that theme

the first 2 descriptions are probably about different people, but these lines both probably refer to both people)

But it’s not you and it’s not me

(this continues the theme of having 2 people being described since the song explicitly references “you” and “me” for the first time

since the song has almost definitely been describing “you” and “me” this whole time and keeps saying most things are the same, saying “it’s not you” and “it’s not me” wouldn’t be meant in the literal way

paired with the last line that references a change over time, this line probably refers to 2 people changing over time)

Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like something that I used to feel
But I can’t touch what I see

(this references all of the senses except for smell: taste, look, sound, feel, touch, see

the focus on the senses indicates a focus on perception, “looks so real” and “but I can’t touch what I see” imply an illusion where perception is not reality

this could be referring to a relationship that’s been strained over time until the memory doesn’t match the current reality, but “sounds like something that I used to feel” is a bit odd in that context as it’s more like the writer is talking about a 3rd person situation than something happening between “me” and “you”

“tastes so sweet” implies an immediacy as if the couple is together while “I can’t touch what I see” implies a distance, either physical or emotional

another way to look at it, and my interpretation, is that these lines refer to closeting- the first 2 lines are referring to a fake closeting relationship that’s designed to look like love, the type of love that the writer has actually felt with “you”, and the last line refers to the reality of the writer and “you” where they’re explicitly not allowed to touch in public)

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

(the repeated lines are again emphasizing that time has passed and change has happened, just like the number of tattoos growing suggested, the lines also have a mournful and longing feeling to them

the line about ghosts is a metaphor, ghosts are see-through, less substantial, dead inside (and out), and generally considered pitiful, ghosts are also creatures of the literal past, using a comparison to ghosts in this case is basically saying that the current “you” and “me” are a pale imitation of the past “you” and “me” as the writer sees it

it could be referring to a breakup where the two can’t move on and are “living in the past”, it could also refer to an ongoing relationship where the people are struggling, either individually or as a couple

the last line furthers the ghost metaphor, it could refer to trying to move on after a break up and live again, or it could refer to trying to breathe new life into a dying relationship

my interpretation is that it’s not actually about a real relationship, but about the projected image of a relationship, in the theme of closeting mentioned above, the 2 ghosts would be the images the public sees of “you” and “me” while being closeted, remembering how to have a heartbeat would refer to the disconnect between what the 2 people feel and what they have to pretend in public, it would also refer to the sadness and frustration of having to pretend at all)

The fridge light washes this room white
Moon dances over your good side
This was all we used to need

(the fact that the moon is out means it’s night, since the moonlight and the fridge light are visible in the room, the rest of the room must be dark, that implies either both people are awake in the dark in the kitchen- not likely- or it’s in a hotel room where the fridge is near the bed and “you” is sleeping while the writer gets a late night snack

the last line implies that the two have stayed in hotels together a lot and since that’s talking in the past tense and the first two lines are in the present tense, the two are still staying in hotel rooms together, that makes the idea of the couple being broken up unlikely

staring at someone while they’re sleeping in the moonlight is coded as a very romantic thing, saying that’s all they used to need implies a very simple type of relationship where their feelings mattered more than anything else

in keeping with the theme of closeting, my interpretation would be that they still value the simple beauty of spending time together and ordinary yet romantic things like nice lighting, but the last line would refer to how their simple relationship has been complicated by the pretending and closeting)

Tongue-tied like we’ve never known
Telling those stories we already told
‘Cause we don’t say what we really mean

(this is about communication or more the lack of communication as we get “tongue-tied”, “telling those stories”, and “we don’t say” which all refer to speech

these references could be about the couple not communicating well and having a disconnect which would go along with the refrain of “we’re not who we used to be” and the ghost metaphor, “like we’ve never known” implies good communication in the past but not in the present

the references, as in my interpretation, could also be about things said in public, during interviews or in other situations, in that case “like we’ve never known” could be about a new lack of freedom to speak as they want

the lines would refer to not knowing what to say when forced to lie or not wanting to tell lies at all and being forced to- having tongues tied rather than having “hands tied”, having pre-planned stories about their relationship or their fake relationships with others to tell over and over again, and not telling the truth or deliberately phrasing things to leave room for interpretation respectively)

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

(most of this is a repeat of the chorus, but it adds the line about a glass half empty, half empty glasses are used to show pessimism about a situation you’re in or just being stuck in a negative situation in general

ghosts aren’t ever portrayed as swimming really, the ghosts part is probably more related to the glass half empty reference, showing that the reason they’re feeling a bit dead like “ghosts” is because they’re in an unfortunate situation

the swimming part could be a counterpoint of positivity to the half empty glass, “treading water” and “sinking” are usually the negative way to talk about being in water vs. the more positive “floating” or “swimming”, “swimming” would be the most positive as it’s the most active instead of passively floating, this could imply that both people are doing their best to hold on during a tough situation that’s outside of their control)

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
I’m just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

(this is another repeat, but the last line switches things a bit from “we’re” to “I’m”, adding more immediacy and vulnerability as the writer isn’t speaking for anyone but the writer’s feelings in that moment

this could be seen as another way to emphasize a disconnect between the writer and “you”, but considering the writer has been saying “we” the whole time, that doesn’t seem to fit

in my interpretation, I would say that the change to a more immediate and personal pronoun is simply being used to enhance the emotion at the end of the song)


There are 3 ways I can see this being interpreted: as a dying relationship, remembering an already broken up relationship where the 2 people are still in proximity but not moving on well, or as a commentary on the feelings of having to hide a gay relationship while being public figures.

There are a couple lines that make the idea of a break up unlikely as it seems that “you” and “me” are still together or are at least going through the motions of the relationship: still sleeping in a hotel room together is one.

An interpretation of the song as being about a struggling relationship is convincing, but given that so many references match up to particular people and situations that are already known, it’s very, very likely that it’s not about an internally struggling relationship, but about a relationship being closeted instead.

The specific references are these:

  • blue eyes- Louis
  • red lips- Harry
  • same white shirt- the boyfriend shirt they shared a lot
  • couple more tattoos- both of them have a damn good few tattoos and Louis has even done a lyric change before about tattoos- “I can’t compete with my boyfriend, he’s got 27 tattoos”
  • I can’t touch what I see- several times Harry and Louis have been caught on camera pulling back from touching each other, touching each other in what’s obviously supposed to be a covert way, or starting at each other not-so-happily but not touching
  • fridge+moon= dark in hotel room- it’s unlikely a secret lover would have been traveling around with Harry, and that Harry would imply it was such a common part of the relationship, unless it was someone actually on tour, e.g. Louis
  • telling those stories we’ve already told- the one that comes to mind is the chicken stuffed with parm story that got told at least 5 or more times and was supposed to be about Louis’ girlfriend even though he made that first meal before he could have ever been with her in the timeline according to pictures that were posted on Twitter
  • cause we don’t say what we really mean- this heavily reminds me of the “denials” that Louis and Harry gave for Larry where if you listen to the words themselves, they dance around denying it instead of just doing it

Since the song was one that Harry said was written awhile ago- I’ve seen late 2013 said but I’m not sure of the source on that- that aligns the timing nicely for Harry to be writing a song about the effect closeting has had on him and Louis.

I think the song is about public perception vs reality and the struggles of closeting more than about struggles between Harry and Louis in their relationship itself.  AKA: I’m sure they had some rough spots in the relationship between them because of closeting, but I don’t think the melancholy tone of the song was referring to that.

anonymous asked:



Originally posted by blackbeak

Thank you for sharing your revelation with me that was beautiful :) 

- Shona

i will find a way to your wild heart ; a peter/mj mix (spotify)

wild heart - bleachers | verge - owl city, aloe blacc | keep me crazy - sheppard | thunder - imagine dragons | gone - jr jr | stardust - mika | 99 red balloons (cover) - sleeping at last | i love you always forever (cover) - betty who | unstoppable - andy marsh | last day alive - the chainsmokers, florida georgia line | heartbeats - the knife | make them gold - chvrches

Flat Line

Pairings: Sam x Reader | Dean x Reader (friendship)

Song: Please Don’t Go by Joel Adams

Summary: Something is wrong with (Y/N), she knows it but doesn’t bother to get checked out until a trip to the store forces her to.

Words: 1709

Warnings: angst, illness, character lost, spoilers

A/N: Sorry it’s been a while.

Master List | Request

You trudge through the bunker, your body shaking as you approach the library, but you force yourself to display a smile when you see the Winchester brothers, their heads buried in books as they desperately try to figure a way to remove the Mark.

You haven’t been feeling well for a long time now, you know it’s not the flu or just a small virus that’ll disappear in a few more days. You know this is something much larger because you’re always tired and the amount of weight you’ve lost when you haven’t been trying isn’t normal.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Sam asks, placing a hand on your shoulder and leaning in to examine your face better. You stand there, your hands gripping the edge of the countertop while your head spins from merely reaching for a cup. Shrugging his hand off your shoulder, you nod your head a smile up at him, but you can clearly see he hesitates to believe you.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You turn to rest your back against the counter, tucking your arms in the hoodie pockets. Sam sets a couple of empty beer bottles on the metal table before opening the fridge and rummaging through it. “You and Dean find anything yet?”

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anonymous asked:

I'm tattoo junkie so... If each sign is to get a tattoo what will it be and where?? P.S.(How come I just -JUST - found out about LOTZ blog? I'm like keep-owl-watch-for-next-chapter-to-the-point-of-being-a-zodiac-stalker fan of LOTZ!) ~yours truly- Aquarius female

Aries: different kinds of lines on her fingers (like this)
Taurus: a little honey bee on her lower back (idk why either)
Gem: a ying-yang on her back (like this)
Nye: a pac-man behind his ear
Cancer: an anchor on her wrist
Leo: a crown and heart on the back of his neck
Virgo: a small lil flower on her ankle
Libra: a rose on her hip
Scorpio: that heartbeat sound line on wrist
Sagittarius: a compass on his shoulder
Capricorn: geometric pattern on the inside of his ring finger
Aquarius: a wave on his leg (like this but pretend it’s not on his arm)
Pisces: intricate butterflies on her back beside her shoulder (like this)

anonymous asked:

what about YOUR review on the album ;) come on! it'll be interesting

Ahhh it’s after 2am, I’m incoherent and have to be up soon to listen to Harry with Grimmy… But here are my “as I listen” thoughts, just for you, Anon :)- 

Meet Me In The Hallway

So ‘90s and dreamy, this weirdly reminds me of Beach House. I wasn’t particularly taken by it first time round, but as I attempted to listen to the album for the 3rd time I ended up being unable to get past this track and listened to it 10 times in a row. It’s strangely addictive in a dangerously melancholy way. I keep finding myself belting out the chorus in my kitchen :)

I’m sure lots will be made in the fandom about whether or not it’s literally about morphine or about a different sort of longing/need for a person (which is the sense I get). I’m kinda intrigued, because the lyrics work with both interpretations which is clever and pleases me. The “gotta get better/I gotta get better” lyric works both as “I’ve got to get better at this (relationship)” and “I’m sick with need, I gotta get better”, which fits with the slightly woozy feeling of the song. Yeah…I really love this one :). 

Sign Of The Times - can’t talk about this song any more lol!


I prefer the recorded version of this, it’s much more interesting than the live rendition we got on the Today Show. More interesting instrumentation and bg vocals. Really blatantly ‘60s and Beatles-y, and that Stuck In The Middle With You reference…well, you just can’t get away from it. 

This is fun and uncomplicated, even if the chorus makes me cringe slightly because I don’t really wanna think about any 22/23 year old singing about “a good girl”, tbqh. I really hope poor Townes isn’t tortured by media but that her grandma is pleased she got a shout-out on a Harry Styles track.

Two Ghosts

This is very ‘90s and pretty MOR-sounding.  As it began I thought it was super radio-friendly and initially I thought, “Oh…is this single material..??”. But then it didn’t deliver on a chorus, so…no. Possibly my least favourite, it’s a bit dull and somehow doesn’t quite fit. It would be hugely improved if it had a gorgeous melodic hook for the chorus. And for some reason it feels like Harry’s vocal is a little wobbly on the final “heartbeat” line (though I do love the over-enunciated ‘t’ that ends the song). 

Sweet Creature - I still love this Blackbirdy goodness, though the “sweet creature” of the chorus always takes me out of it slightly. It sounds a bit strained in what is otherwise a beautifully effortless little song.

Only Angel

Okay this one made me laugh. I was like, Is Harry gonna send this in a love letter to Mick Jagger with a note that says, “I can impersonate you musically too! Please give me a gold star!” 

Heavenly choir seguing into a dirty big rock song? Check! Handclaps? Check! (courtesy of the band and one Jeffrey Azoff) Background Woo-hoos? Check! Yep it’s the Stones-soundalike.

This is another dumb fun one. I love Harry’s yelps and screams.The lyrics are cliche piled upon cliche.  it works coming from hoary old ‘70s rockers but from Harry it feels like he’s trying on a costume. Still, he’s slept with so many VS models I suppose he had to have a nod to one wannabe Angel in here, right? 

What’s with the meeting in the hallway?? Is that his thing? Someone investigate!


This is bringing me straight back to the early 2000′s!! I felt like I was living in Camden again and going to gigs every night. All those early 2000′s garage rock revivalists like the Hives and The Datsuns and the White Stripes and (god help us) Jet…this would have fitted in perfectly.  But I love this one.

 Lyrically it’s a cousin of Only Angel but doesn’t feel as cliched. It’s just properly dirty and fucked up and I love his voice here, it feels like he just went for it without trying to be Mick or anyone else for that matter. And I LOVE that he used those lines for the chorus. “I’m having your baby/It’s none of your business” - I mean, wtf?- this just convinces me he really did not think about what he should or shouldn’t write about, he just went for it. Yeah, this is a fave.

Ever Since New York

I love the gorgeous whispery hoarse vocals in the verses. So much more intimate and personal than the live versions. I’ve noticed on SNL and Today that Harry really tenses up his jaw and mouth when he starts singing this song. I wonder if, when he gets more relaxed and used to playing it live, he’ll become less tense and get closer to delivering the verses in this way?

I love the big ballsy drums in the final chorus. But sadly I do feel it’s very repetitive and I wish the instrumentation dropped out completely to just vocal harmonies like they did on SNL to give me a bit of that Fleet Foxes/Eagles/Creedence harmony goodness. It feels like a missed opportunity. 

So, overall, I feel a bit disappointed in this one because that first SNL performance sent my expectations sky high (I was LEVITATING!). 

My ideal scenario live would be if Harry melds the more whispered vocals of the verse with the more prominent harmonies and bellowed last lines of the SNL performances. (you’ve got six months to work on that before I see ya, thanks Haz)


Basically, the Jealous Song.  I didn’t really expect to love this as much, based on that tiny snippet on Harry’s snapchat. But this is an odd little song, a blatant  Bennie & The Jets homage but somehow it works. I LOVE Harry’s vocals. It’s relaxed, not as try-hard as I’d feared, it kinda meanders in a very chill way that contrasts with the words about hungering and bleeding for this woman, this “flower” and “feast”. I really like the lyrics to this one, it feels more fully-formed and successful than some of his other songs. 

And the duck, man - give it up for the duck! :)

From The Dining Table

I wrote about this earlier after hearing it once - 

I can say straight off that From The Dining Table makes me more optimistic about Harry’s future as a lyricist than any other song on that album. It is so frank, so vulnerable, and so unaffected that it cuts straight through any artistic artifice and is just like, “I’m here. This is me. This is how I feel. Not gonna dress it up”.  I’m not saying it’s revolutionary or anything like that - it’s a very simple little sad song. But it’s so at odds with the deflective, guarded public persona that Harry shares with us that it feels like a breakthrough.

The lyrics are so lovely and relatable and sad, and sung with a sort of resignation that makes them much more affecting:

“We haven’t spoke since you went away/Comfortable silence is so over-rated”

And when the repeated, rising vocals of “Maybe one day you’ll call and tell me that you’re sorry too” are joined by the strings, and  expand into Harry harmonising with himself in that gorgeous fragile falsetto for just a moment, before breaking back down into “…but you, you never do” - god, it’s gorgeous. Perfect! A-fuckin’-plus, Harry :)

In terms of references it sounds like Beck on Sea Change but especially reminds me of Ryan Adams - specifically one song that I can not place. (I’ve been listening to Ryan for more than 15 years and he’s the most prolific dude out there so I’m flicking through a gazillion songs in my collection…maybe When The Stars Go Blue from ‘Gold’?)

So that’s it…those are my first impressions right after listening to ‘Harry Styles’ a few times. Sorry it’s so long and rambly but it’ll be interesting for me to go back and see how my impressions change as I continue to listen and live with it.

Now, it’s 3am, and I was probably just stupid assuming I’d get some sleep on Album Release Night, right?