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Taylor Swift's Debut Album Turns 10: A Track-by-Track Retrospective of 'Taylor Swift'

Taylor Swift has always been Taylor Swift. She came upon the music world 10 years ago today (Oct. 24) with her debut album – Taylor Swift – with a fully formed idea of herself as an artist, despite being a mere 16 years old.

With her debut, she proved the power of country music – specifically, its confessional storytelling – to reach teen girl audiences on a massive scale. As a result of its success, she helped make country cool again and gave young women a voice in music. She subsequently brought country storytelling to her pop crossover, used her market leverage to stand up to streaming services, and parlayed gossip-magazine interest in her love life into hit songs that may have been about certain other famous people.

She is, in fact, so ubiquitous in pop culture now that it’s hard to remember a Swift-free landscape just a decade ago. When Big Machine Records released Taylor Swift, full of suburban-teen longing and angst, the boys Swift was singing about were unknown fellow high schoolers (or figments of her adolescent fantasies). Those feelings, packaged up with twangy melodies and classically structured songwriting, spawned five consecutive chart hits, including “Tim McGraw” and “Teardrops on My Guitar,” and scored Swift a Best New Artist Grammy nomination.

Aside from its strong commercial performance, Taylor Swift served as an honest introduction to what we’d get from Swift for the next 10 years. If you don’t like her now, well, it’s not like she hasn’t been telling us precisely who she is since the beginning. From the very first single, “Tim McGraw,” which is also the album’s opening track, Taylor Swift shows Swift’s obsession with the impermanence of relationships – an astounding number of her songs foresee the end of a relationship, a future without it, often when it’s just beginning. But tracks like “Picture to Burn” also betray a bitter streak when she’s scorned. She’s a Romeo-and-Juliet romantic who’ll push you off the balcony if you betray her.

It’s a character she’d hone on the follow-up, Fearless, through Speak Now, the poppier Red, and the very pop 1989. As her love interests became more famous, she switched the name-dropping from fan-girling over Tim McGraw to subtly hinting that lyrics might refer to Jonas Brother here or a One Directioner there. She became, essentially, the perfect pop star of our time, a mastermind of tabloid publicity with the country-honed storytelling chops to feed the narrative through song.

And it all began with Taylor Swift being Taylor Swift on Taylor Swift.

1. “Tim McGraw”

Swift wrote the song in math class during her freshman year of high school, humming the melody to herself while thinking about her boyfriend at the time. She knew they were going to break up when he went off to college in the fall; they shared a love of McGraw. And thus she came up with the marketing gimmick that likely helped the song break through – the unknown newcomer name-dropping a successful artist in her genre. It was presumably unwitting, though given Swift’s savvy since then, you never know; from a 2016 perspective, this technique looks like a precursor to her now-legendary ability to spin tabloid romances into coy hit songs. As a single, it hit the Billboard 100, peaking at No. 40, and established Swift as a singer-songwriter to be reckoned with. The video demonstrated that she was young and pretty and relatable, showing her in lush, romantic scenes straight out of a swoony teen romance. These were tropes that would serve her dear-diary approach in the future.

2. “Picture to Burn”

Welcome to another of Swift’s defining song types: the woman-scorned track. She’d later perfect this art form with the chanting and drumbeats of “Bad Blood,” but the country-radio translation here includes some electric guitar, banjo, and a “stupid old pick-up truck you never let me drive” (not to mention a bit of excessive twang in Swift’s vocal delivery). Oh, and here’s a lyrical nugget she’d also return to many times to come: “Go ahead and tell your friends I’m obsessive and crazy.” The blessing of Swift as a lyricist is that she admits she’s a bit intense in relationships – it’s this emotional vulnerability and self-awareness that make her a great lyricist, even if she sometimes denies these qualities in interviews.

3. “Teardrops on My Guitar”

This track’s chorus serves as nothing less than a thesis statement for Swift’s songwriting: “He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar.” So specific that the object of her affection has a name – Drew – and yet so universal: the boy you love loves someone else. So perfectly tuned to teen longing. No wonder it was the best-performing single from the album, peaking at No. 13 on the Hot 100. The guitar of the title also has the nice, subtle effect of underscoring Swift’s identity as a songwriter – she's not just a teen star singing adults’ lyrics.

4. "A Place in This World"

“I’m just a girl … tryin’ to find a place in this world.” This is the last time Swift could believably sing such a regular-kid statement, and surely her fans ate up every word. I’m here from the future to tell you, Taylor, that you will do okay.

5. “Cold As You”

Not a total dud, but hardly a standout. On the emotion spectrum, it hits a mushy spot between the wistfulness of “Teardrops on My Guitar” and the anger of “Picture to Burn,” without an interesting unifying concept like “Tim McGraw.” With lines like, “you do what you want ‘cause I’m not what you wanted,” she’s working out wordplay skills that will later serve her better on songs such as “Mine” and “Red.” But at this ballad tempo, we need something more to grab onto than, “I’ve never been anywhere cold as you.”

6. “The Outside”

This creeps awfully close to pop, aside from the occasional sound of a steel guitar, and it introduces another of Swift’s favorite themes: being an outsider. In this song, she’s literally on the outside looking in at a group of kids, feeling excluded. It’s an idea she’d return to later with lyrics like, “She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers” in “You Belong With Me.” And though she certainly looks more like the cheerleader type, she has said she wrote “The Outside” when she was just 12, feeling shunned for being different – taller than other girls, and more apt to spend a weekend singing at a festival than attending a sleepover.

7. “Tied Together With a Smile”

She opens with a line that feels like it addresses the listener directly: “Seems the only one who doesn’t see your beauty is the face in the mirror looking back at you.” It’s a trick – a good-natured one – that makes a certain kind of pop song extra-appealing, whether it’s Christina Aguilera’s “Beautiful” or One Direction’s “What Makes You Beautiful.” You find yourself singing it to yourself later because the lyrics make you feel great. No one needs this message more than the teen girls who made up Swift’s original fan base: You’re more beautiful and wonderful than you realize.

8. “Stay Beautiful”

Forget Drew from five tracks ago. “Cory’s eyes are like a jungle/He smiles, it’s like the radio.” The similes might be a little messy, but we get it. This paean to a cute boy has the added punch of Swift’s trademark way of always looking at her present life from the sage vantage point of the future: “And when you find everything you’ve looked for/I hope your love leads you back to my door/Oh, but if it don’t, stay beautiful.” This ditty’s light-hearted approach tells us that Future Taylor knows she’ll be just fine without her Cory, and we’ll be just fine without our Corys, too.

9. “Should’ve Said No”

The opening steel guitar riff is basically a sped-up version of the “Tim McGraw” opening, and the lyrics make this song your basic why-did-you-cheat-on-me jam – a less-interesting kiss-off song than “Picture to Burn.” That said, listeners love a good kiss-off song, and this relatively ho-hum track still charted, peaking at No. 33 on the Hot 100 as the album’s final single.

10. “Mary’s Song (Oh My My My)”

Swift’s evocative storytelling gift is back in full force on this one, about a couple who originally meet as family friends at ages 7 and 9 and grow up to fall in love, much to their parents’ delight. The details make the song – turning up creek beds and riding in trucks at 2 a.m. – but you’re right there with her if you’ve ever been in a similar situation. (Mine was named David.) Spoiler alert: This isn’t the last time a guy is going to get down on one knee in the last verse of a Taylor Swift song.

11. “Our Song”

The concluding track pulls out all the tricks. Mellifluous lyrics begging to be sung with a twang: “I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.” And then, immediately, the sweetest imagery ever: “He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart.” The central conceit has Swift lamenting to a beau that they don’t have a song. His answer is beyond romantic: Their song is the sound of him tapping on her window when they’re sneaking out, of her voice on the phone, of him wishing he’d kissed her on their first date, “And when I got home, before I said Amen, asking God if he could play it again.” Then, just when you think it couldn’t get cuter, she adds the meta coda you’ve been waiting for: “I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I wrote down our song.” It’s the perfect ending to this debut effort – and a hint that there would be plenty of similar songwriting in her future. 

  • what i say: im fine
  • what i want to say: omfg goner is everything ive ever wanted and more, the old lyrics and more emotional words about how he is not blurryface like excuse you tyler joseph but i wouldve liked a formal warning that you were going to be the reason for the teardrops on my guitar and josh dun, do not think that drumming build up is going to go unnoticed like?? ur drumming is making me think twice about myself as a person?? how?? and one another thing you emo cupcake trumpet playing manboys, THE SCREAMING AT THE END AND THEN BACK TO A SIMPLE AND QUIET "you"??? YA ID LIKE TO SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHERS ABOUT THIS HEARTACHE I NOW HAVE I FCKN LOVE THIS BAND
  • other people: you're being a dick
  • taylor swift: you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest
  • other people: ugh ignore them
  • taylor swift: don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine
  • other people: i'd do crazy things with you
  • taylor swift: i don't know why but with you i'd dance in a storm in my best dress fearless
  • other people: he made me cry
  • taylor swift: he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
  • other people: you fucked me up
  • taylor swift: now i'm lying on the cold hard ground
  • other people: yeah i had fun
  • taylor swift: long live all the mountains we moved i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
  • other people: fuck you
  • taylor swift: cause baby now we've got bad blood
  • other people: we are never getting back together
  • taylor swift: we are never ever ever getting back together. like, ever.

anonymous asked:

Hiya! I noticed that in your tags you read a lot of Kagehina fanfics and I was wondering if you have any good recommendations for some fics? Thank you!

ah yes kagehina the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

some COOL fanfics!!:

well that’s it for now (i’ve read more but these are the ones that i remember)! if you need anymore feel free to drop by in my ask again!

TAYLOR SWIFT'S LIFE STORY (IN LYRICS)

It’s a life story, baby, just say yes.

Genre-hopper Taylor Swift made the risky jump from country-pop artist to no-country-strings-attached pop star in 2014. But one important thing that’s remained the same since her innocent self-titled debut 10 years ago is what she does best—eerily relatable lyrics.

“If there are any moments of great joy or great pain in your life in which you have turned to any of my songs I consider that to be the highest compliment,” the 26-year-old megastar said during a tour stop last year.

Taylor Swift released her first album ten years ago today. To celebrate, Genius pored over every song in her decade-old catalog to assemble T. Swift’s life story in her own words, everything from her humble Pennsylvania upbringing on Taylor Swift and Fearless to the catchy middle-finger anthems on Red and 1989. So Swifties, let’s stroll down memory lane together.

CHAPTER I: NEVER GROW UP

I grew up in a pretty house—I had space to run. I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger. Daddy’s smart. God smiles on my little brother. Inside and out, he’s better than I am.

There is a video I found from back when I was three. It’s the age of princesses and pirate ships and The Seven Dwarfs. My momma set up a paint set in the kitchen and she’s talking to me. She’s the prettiest lady in the whole wide world.

I’m 13 now and don’t know how my friends could be so mean. I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys. And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away. And we talk and window shop ‘til I’ve forgotten all their names. I don’t know who I’m going to talk to now at school. I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know.

“I don’t know who I’m going to talk to now at school. I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know.”

At 14 there’s just so much you can’t do. You can’t wait to move out someday and call your own shots. Sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail—soon enough you’re best friends. Laughing at the other girls who think they’re so cool. We’ll be outta here as soon as we can. We’re young and reckless. It’ll leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar.

We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom. Honey, life is just a classroom. But I keep cruising. Can’t stop, won’t stop moving. It’s like I got this music in my mind, saying it’s gonna be alright. Maybe I’m just a girl on a mission, but I’m ready to fly. Keep your eyes open. Someday, I’ll be living in a big old city.

This was the very first page, not where the storyline ends.

CHAPTER II: LOVE STORY

We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things: Magic, madness, heaven, sin. ‘Cause all I know is we said “hello” and your eyes look like coming home. All I know is a simple name, everything has changed. All I know is you held the door. You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours.

Flash forward, and we’re taking on the world together. Very first date. He’s got a car. You come and pick me up, no headlights. Long drive. Could end in burning flames or paradise. I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart. I look around, turn the radio down. He says, “Baby is something wrong?” I say, “Nothing, I was just thinking how we don’t have a song.” When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think my favorite song. The one we danced to all night long. You lift my feet off the ground. You spin me around. You make me crazier, crazier. Feels like I’m falling and I am lost in your eyes.

Two headlights shine through the sleepless night. I will get you alone. I will follow you, follow you home. Up in your room and our slates are clean. Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes. You taught me about your past thinking your future was me. You pull me in and I’m a little more brave. It’s the first kiss. It’s flawless. Really something. It’s fearless.

Morning, his place, burnt toast, Sunday. You keep his shirt, he keeps his word. For once you let go of your fears and your ghosts. One step, not much but it said enough. You kiss on sidewalks, you fight, and you talk. One night he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, “You’re my best friend.” And you knew what it was, he is in love. When you’re 15 and somebody tells you they love you, you’re going to believe them.

“You pull me in and I’m a little more brave. It’s the first kiss. It’s flawless. Really something. It’s fearless.”

Love’s a fragile little flame. It could burn out, it could burn out. Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves. They’ll judge it like they know about me and you, and the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury’s out, but my choice is you.

I like the way your hair falls in your face. I love each freckle on your face. You got the keys to me. Today was a fairytale. You were the prince. I used to be a damsel in distress. So baby drive slow ‘til we run out of road in this one-horse town. I wanna stay right here in this passenger’s seat. You put your eyes on me. Before you I only dated self-indulgent takers who took all of their problems out on me. But you carry my groceries and now I’m always laughing, and I love you because you have given me no choice.

He said, “Let’s get out of this town, drive out of this city, away from the crowds.” So it goes, he can’t keep his wild eyes on the road. The stakes are high, the water’s rough. But this love is ours. Come on, come on, little taste of heaven. You touch me once and it’s really something. You find I’m even better than you imagined I would be. I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you.

You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter. You are the best thing that’s ever been mine. You took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams. I would like to hang out with you for my whole life. Because I love your handshake, meeting my father. He respects my space and never makes me wait and he calls exactly when he says he will. He’s close to my mother, talks business with my father. He’s charming and endearing, and I’m comfortable. I love you forever. But there’s so much time to figure out the rest of my life.

CHAPTER III: TEARDROPS ON MY GUITAR

Music starts playing like the end of a sad movie. There in the bathroom I try not to fall apart, and the sinking feeling starts as I say hopelessly, “He said he’d be here.” What do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know? And what do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn’t show? You should’ve been here. I would’ve been so happy.

Stupid girl, I shoulda known, I shoulda known. That I’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairytale. I’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell. This ain’t Hollywood, this is a small town. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now it’s too late for you and your white horse to come around. Don’t you think I was too young to be messed with. The girl in the dress cried the whole way home. You never did give a damn thing, honey, but I cried, cried for you. And I know you wouldn’t have told nobody if I died, died for you. The more I think about it now, the less I know. All I know is that you drove us off the road.

We were built to fall apart, then fall back together. C’mon, c’mon don’t leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out. Can’t breathe whenever you’re gone. I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 1:58. The words that you whispered for just us to know. You told me you loved me, so why did you go away? Away.

This love is good, this love is bad. This love is alive back from the dead. These hands had to let it go free. And this love came back to me. Are we out of the woods yet? Come back, come back, come back to me like you would, you would if this was a movie. Stay, stay, stay. I’ve been loving you for quite some time, time, time. You think that it’s funny when I’m mad, mad, mad.

I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules every day. Wonderin’ which version of you I might get on the phone, tonight. Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up, and for the life of us we can’t get back. How strange that I don’t know you at all. Stumbled through the long goodbye. I wish you would come back. Wish I never hung up the phone like I did. I wish you knew that I’ll never forget you as long as I live. I hear the sound of my own voice asking you to stay, and all we are is skin and bone trained to get along, forever going with the flow but you’re friction.

Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street, faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly. He’s complicated, he’s irrational. I never dreamed of this. Remember when you hit the brakes too soon? 20 stitches in a hospital room. When you started crying, baby, I did too. I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us. You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me. You have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like I’m nothing.

He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart. He’s the song in the car I keep singing, don’t know why I do. Losing him was blue like I’d never known. Missing him was dark grey, all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met, but loving him was red. And you’re doing your best to avoid me. I’m starting to think one day I’ll tell the story of us, of how I was losing my mind when I saw you here, but you held your pride like you should have held me.

“20 stitches in a hospital room. When you started crying, baby, I did too.”

Six months gone and I’m still reaching, even though I know you’re not there, I was playing back a thousand memories, baby. May these memories break our fall. The drought was the very worst, when the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst. It was months and months of back-and-forth, you’re still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can’t wear anymore. I reached for you but you were gone. Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart? Time won’t fly; it’s like I’m paralyzed by it. I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it. After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own. Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone, but you keep my old scarf from that very first week ‘cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me.

Ten months sober, I must admit: Just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it. Ten months older, I won’t give in. Now that I’m clean, I’m never gonna risk it. The drought was the very worst, when the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst.

You always knew how to push my buttons. You give me everything and nothing. This mad, mad love makes you come running to stand back where you stood. You smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row scream your name. But you’re so confused ‘cause you don’t feel pretty, you just feel used, and all the young things line up to take your place. He said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia stars to shame that night. I said, “That’s a lie.” Just a boy in a Chevy truck that had a tendency of gettin’ stuck on backroads at night. My mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea. I’m no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who’s desperately in love with you.

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there’s no right answer. Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong. Losing him was blue like I’d never known. Missing him was dark grey, all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red. Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes.

I remember when we broke up, the first time, saying, “This is it, I’ve had enough,” ‘cause like we hadn’t seen each other in a month. When you said you needed space. What? Then you come around again and say, ‘Baby, I miss you and I swear I’m gonna change; trust me.’ Remember how that lasted for a day? I say, ‘I hate you,’ we break up, you call me, ‘I love you.’ Heartbreakers gonna break and the fakers gonna fake.

I heard you moved on, from whispers on the street. A new notch in your belt is all I’ll ever be. I just want to make sure you understand perfectly you’re the kind of man who makes me sad. While she waits up, you chase down the newest thing and take for granted what you have. I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me, so go and tell your friends that I’m obsessive and crazy. Could’ve loved you all my life if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold. And you’ve got your share of secrets, and I’m tired of being last to know. So take a look what you’ve done. Was she worth this? Remember when we couldn’t take the heat? I walked out and said I’m setting you free. ‘Cause the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses and I left them there to die.

We made quite a mess, babe. It’s probably better off this way. And I confess, baby, in my dreams you’re touching my face and asking me if I’d want to try again with you. And I almost do. Hung my head as I lost the war, and the sky turned black like a perfect storm. Rain came pouring down when I was drowning, that’s when I could finally breathe, and by morning, gone was any trace of you, and I think I am finally clean.

CHAPTER IV: WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER

Boys only want love if it’s torture. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya. I go on too many dates, but I can’t make them stay. At least that’s what people say. To the fella over there with the hella good hair. Won’t you come on over, baby. I can make the bad guys good for a weekend. Saw you there and thought, “Oh my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake.” Love’s a game, want to play?

So it’s gonna be forever, or it’s gonna go down in flames. You can tell me when it’s over, if the high was worth the pain. Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane. ‘Cause you know I love the players and you love the game. You look like bad news, I gotta have you.

So tall and handsome as hell. He’s so bad, but he does it so well. I can see the end as it begins. He’s long gone, when he’s next to me, and I realize the blame is on me. He was long gone when he met me, and I realize the joke is on me. Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest? Made you run and hide like a scared little boy. This is the last time I’m asking you why. You break my heart in the blink of an eye. Maybe we got lost in translation. Maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece. ‘Till you tore it all up. Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.

It’s 2 am, in your car. Windows down, you pass my street, the memories start. You say it’s in the past. You drive straight ahead. You’re thinking that I hate you now. And the saddest fear comes creeping in: That you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything. And you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest.

“So tall and handsome as hell. He’s so bad, but he does it so well. I can see the end as it begins.”

People like you always want back the love they gave away, and people like me wanna believe you when you say you’ve changed. People like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

You are an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry. Never impressed by me acing your tests. All the girls that you run dry have tired lifeless eyes. ‘Cause you burned them out. But I took your matches before fire could catch me. So don’t look now. I’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town. As far as I’m concerned you’re just another picture to burn.

You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me, but we are never ever getting back together. Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did. Ha, time for a little revenge. I’m just sitting here planning my revenge. There’s nothing stopping me from going out with all of your best friends. There is nothing I do better than revenge, HA!

State the obvious, I didn’t get my perfect fantasy. You don’t know about me, but I bet you wanted to. Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we’re 22. Heartbreak is the national anthem. We sing it proudly. We’re too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet. Baby we’re the new romantics. I’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well. This is a big world, that was a small town, there in my rear view mirror disappearing now.

CHAPTER V: WELCOME TO NEW YORK

For the first time, what’s past is past. Left a small town and never looked back. Fearless.

Welcome to New York. It’s a new soundtrack. I can dance to this beat. Forevermore. The lights are so bright, but they never blind me. When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors, took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer. Here I am in my new apartment. It’s so much colder that I thought it would be. So I tuck myself in and turn my night light on.

“When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors, took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer.”

It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters. Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress. We had this big wide city all to ourselves. I’m walking fast through the traffic lights. Busy streets and busy lives, and all we know is touch and go. We are alone with our changing minds. We fall in love till it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time. We’re happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time. These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. This revolution, the time will come for us to finally win, and we’ll sing hallelujah, we’ll sing hallelujah.

I was reminiscing just the other day, while having coffee all alone and Lord, it took me away, back to a first-glance feeling on New York time, back when you fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme. Every one of us has messed up, too. Lives change like the weather. I hope you remember, today is never too late to be brand new.

CHAPTER VI: BAD BLOOD

‘Cause, baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me, and every day is like a battle. Ain’t it funny, rumors fly. Everybody’s waiting for you to breakdown. Everybody’s watching to see the fallout. The rumors are terrible and cruel but, honey, most of them are true.

Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago, I knew you were trouble when you walked in. And I know it’s long gone, and there was nothing else I could do. And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to. Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes. You say sorry just for show. You live like that, you live with ghosts.

“You say sorry just for show. Life is a tough crowd. 32, and still growing up now”

It’s okay, life is a tough crowd. 32, and still growing up now. Why you gotta be so mean? But you know you got a mean streak that makes me run for cover when you’re around. And here’s to you and your temper. Yes, I remember what you said, and I know that you see what you’re doing to me. Tell me why you switching sides. And your wildfire lies and your humiliation. You don’t have to call anymore. I won’t pick up the phone. This is the last straw. Don’t wanna hurt anymore.

I’ve been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down. It’s taken me this long but I’ve figured you out, and you’re thinking we’ll be fine again but not this time around. And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

EPILOGUE: BLANK SPACE

People throw rocks at things that shine. The haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. I shake it off, I shake it off. Long live all the mountains we moved. I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you. One day, we will be remembered. Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, red lips and rosy cheeks. The End.

An Open Thank You Letter to Taylor Swift

Dear Taylor Swift,

As I prepare to graduate from high school, I would like to take a moment to say a sincere and infinitely grateful, “Thank you.”

As a feminist activist, I have heard plenty of critiques of your music. You slut-shame other girls in your song “Better Than Revenge.” You promote the virgin-whore dichotomy in your music video for “You Belong With Me.” You write about boys too much for someone who professes to be independent and pure. I will be the first to admit that much of this criticism has a point.

However, my connection with your music goes much, much deeper. You were the soundtrack to my bildungsroman. You empathized with me when no one else did. You inspired me to grow and to share.

I’ll never forget first watching your “Teardrops on My Guitar” music video when I was 11 or 12, in 7th grade, and had my very first crush. I didn’t understand why he didn’t like me just because he was a football player and I was a nerd. I didn’t understand why he ended up dating a popular girl who hung out with the skaters. But Taylor Swift, you understood. You sang it, “He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar/the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star.” And so my 12-year-old self wished on stars for that one blonde, blue-eyed football player to return my affections.

As embarrassing as it is to admit now, I felt it. I felt the unrequited crush heavy on my adolescent shoulders. I can’t deny those feelings. I can’t deny the sadness, the pain that my 12-year-old self felt. Taylor Swift sang those feelings, and I sat at my computer mooning over some popular middle school crush and wondering at life’s unfairness. Do you remember those days? Taylor, thank you for being the soundtrack to my adolescence.

But it didn’t end when I was twelve. There’s this tendency in our society to disparage the very real feelings of teenage girls, writing them off as “hysterical” or “hormonal.” Teenage girls are perhaps the most hated of all social groups – the instant we love something, whether it’s “Twilight” or “The Hunger Games,” the value of that franchise decreases in the eyes of the majority of the population. We’re portrayed as this hysterical mob as a collective, and as individuals, desired by hormonal teenage boys. It’s such a paradox that in order to be considered “attractive,” a teenage girl must never seek out the affections of a boy. The very act of desiring someone’s affections – that act of agency – renders us pathetic and undesirable.

So Taylor, thank you for empathizing with my feelings, and more importantly, for showing me that it’s okay to feel at all. There’s nothing wrong with being a teen girl, and there’s nothing wrong with the experience of being crazy and emotional when you’re a teen girl. There’s nothing shallow or insubstantial about the feelings you have when you’re a teenager.

It’s certainly important for girls to develop self-esteem and be able to have self-worth outside of boys, but that’s a gradual process of self-discovery. As fans, we know that you’re going through it as well. Whether the listener is male or female, love is a human need that all teenagers struggle with. I’m glad that you’re sharing it with us.

No matter what critics say about the slut-shaming and male-objectifying of “You Belong with Me,” the song’s story spoke to my real experience. I have felt that I was not attractive enough or popular enough or cool enough to attain the object of my affection. When you’re young, that’s what you do. You don’t imagine people in a complex way. I’m picturing myself at 14 and focused on the boy I have great conversations with who doesn’t seem to be into me because he only goes for popular girls. I’m sitting in the afternoon sunlight streaming in the lobby windows as he talks about AP Bio. I’m thinking, “You belong with me.”

I’m graduating from high school this year, but I don’t foresee your influence on my life ending. As your music matures and grows more nuanced, and as I gain in life experiences to match, I’m starting to know what you mean by “I’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be,” in the song “Fifteen.” I’m starting to understand what you mean by, “And we know it’s never simple, never easy/Never a clean break, no one here to save me,” from “Breathe.”

I’m 16 now, and sometimes at twilight, I ride the train, look out into the sunset and think about the boy that I sometimes still remember all too well. I play your song. “And I know it’s long gone, and that magic’s not here no more/it might be okay, but I’m not fine at all.” And I look out the train window, and for a minute or two, it’s okay to rip my heart open and let myself feel.

You’ve comforted me in the lowest of moments, which usually are boy-related, and you’ve celebrated with me in my moments of ecstasy. Critics say that you write too much about love and boyfriends, but let me tell you, so do I. To be honest, although I’ve devoted a large portion of my life to feminism and social justice, and despite never having had a serious/real boyfriend, love causes the most immediate despair and the most exuberant happiness in my life. And Taylor, you’ve been there.

It’s a part of me, and it’s a part of all of us at this age to seek that ideal of romantic love and to be disappointed by that ideal. We also get back up and to chase it again. I think it’s so courageous of you to share your growing process through your songs.

There’s an instrumental after the three minute mark in your new song, “All Too Well,” and a few poignant lines that strike a chord in me every time. “You called me up again just to break me like a promise/so casually cruel in the name of being honest/I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here/‘Cause I remember it all too well.” That’s so vivid – it tells your story. But it also tells mine. About teenage despair, about longing, about being alive and feeling so intensely both the ups and downs of love.

Thank you for being there. Thank you for sharing your stories. Thank you for helping me grow to a place where I can share mine.

Yours,
YingYing

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Taylor Swift and Eyes

Tim McGraw: He said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia skies to shame that night, I said that’s a lie. 

Teardrops on My Guitar: She better hold him tight, give him all the love, look in those beautiful eyes and know she’s lucky ‘cause he’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

Stay Beautiful: Corey’s eyes are like a jungle, he smiles it’s like the radio 

Mary’s Song: “…And our mommas smiled, and rolled their eyes”

“But your eyes did shine, like pretty lights” 

The Best Day: And I love you for giving me your eyes 

Invisible: She can’t see the way your eyes light up when you smile 

I just wanna open your eyes and make you realize 

Superstar: So dim that spotlight, tell me things like I cant take my eyes off of you,  I’m no one special just another wide-eyed girl who’s desperately in love with you  

The Other Side of the Door: With your face, and the beautiful eyes, and the conversation with the little white lies 

Fearless: In this passenger seat, you put your eyes on me, in this moment now capture it remember it 

White Horse: Maybe I was naive, got lost in your eyes, never really had a chance 

Change: But there’s something in your eyes, says we can beat this 

Sparks Fly: Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down 

Just keep on keepin’ your eyes on me 

Speak Now: I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me 

Enchanted: Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy 

Haunted: Something’s made your eyes go cold 

Last Kiss: The life of the party, you’re showing off again, and I roll my eyes and then you pull me in

Superman: He’s got his mother’s eyes, his father’s ambition

State of Grace: We are alone just you and me, up in your room and our slates are clean, just twin fire signs, four blue eyes 

Treacherous: Out of focus, eye to eye, ‘til the gravity’s too much

All Too Well: Oh your sweet disposition, and my wide-eyed gaze

The Last Time: I imagine you are home, in your room, all alone, and you open your eyes into mine, and everything feels better

And right, before your eyes, I’m breaking

Everything has Changed: And all I’ve seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes, your freckles, and your smile 

All I know is we said hello, and your eyes look like coming home

Sweeter than Fiction: Your eyes, wider than distance

I Know Places: In the dead of night, your eyes so green

Wonderland: Didn’t they tell us don’t rush into things? Didn’t you flash your green eyes at me?

I should’ve slept with one eye open at night.


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