Friday, October 8, 2010

Howl for Flo

Florence Welch of Florence and the Machine is retarded.  It's ridiculous how retarded.  I don't mean in the poor-girl-she-rides-the-short-bus-or-damn-girl-you-so-ridiculous-you-can't-even-walk-you're-so-effed up [ahem Lady Stupid Gaga]- kind of way.  I mean it's absolutely sick how awesome her voice and lyrics are for someone so young.  Yeah yeah I know... I'm seeing stars.   You should count them because my poor friends have had to put up with me shoving her down their throats for months now.  "Press Repeat.  Did you hear that lyric??  Can you believe she's only 23!  Who comes up with shiz like that?!  What?  You didn't catch that line, okay let's listen to it again".

And then there was the putting of the songs on every mix cd I made over the spring [most of which I made just so I would have an excuse to put another song of hers on them].  Ad nauseam... I'm not exaggerating, it was retarded, in that Oh-my-god-will-she-ever-shut-up-and GET OVER IT kind of way?! But, you know?  For all the mainstream hype, she has that thing.  That ability to cross multi-genres and appeal to many different people and c'mon that voice, is out of control.

She's all over the internet so I won't go on and on like I really really really want to [believe me this post is already edited] and tell you about which songs I adore and which ones make me toss and turn and shout and wriggle about like the cutest feral weasel.  Because that would be overkill and well, just retarded. I will; however, leave you with my current favorite, a mash-up of Beirut's Postcards from Italy.


Happy Friday love chops!



And also as promised for Frabjous.


Florence and the Machine - Howl


If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to

Howl, howl

Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness

Howl, howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

And howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

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