The song 'Fortnight' by Taylor Swift and Post Malone tells a story about strong feelings, complicated relationships, and secret wishes. It talks about love, betrayal, and wanting someone who doesn't feel the same. The word 'fortnight' shows short-lived happiness and guilty pleasures, leading to sadness. It shows how messy relationships can be and the results of hiding emotions. “I was supposed to be sent away / But they forgot to come and get me,” she kickstarts the song in the first verse with lines suggesting an admission to a hospital for people with mental illnesses. She goes in the verse admitting her lover is the reason why she is like this. In the chorus, she sings about their time in love and reflects on how he has now settled with someone else. “I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary / And I love you, it’s ruining my life,” on the second verse she details her struggles to forget about him and the negative effects of her failure. “Thought of callin’ ya, but you won’t pick up / ‘Nother fortnight lost in America,” Post Malone sings in the outro.
We twist the lock like Romero's
Grabbin and push, draggin a foot
Like cavemen draggin a puss
No money, no rent, no way, no bed
Moved out, I'm on the couch, top to toe with the vest
It's drinking all week, it's all of the money of the tour
It's rinse and repeat, given the Oars dis' for the morgue
It's beatin' that beach
Drunk til sun, like ???
Suck up and say "Babe", til she's saying "That's stupid"
The city skipped in, I had a bad pigger
Now I'm in the gutter, fuckin' broke
Half a smoke from a Winnie cigga
(Rhyme my blow???) last, but a jug glass
Other lines of coke, in my livin' time to soak pop
Scott, kind of bloke, passed out in the car
On the sun, cast out from the far
Near this, blast out from the calm
Like a child, squealing past
The thought that we could chase that feeling, Ha!
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
Like a ???, over this
Passed out on the lawn
Getting poked by the neighbour's keeper stick
Forgotten wallet, moss and lint
Rent money, that's dime, yeah I know where it is
I took it to the bar, and I invested in me
At the gentleman's club, in the stripper's G
You gotta see the bigger picture, a financial lesson,
I put it back in the economy to fight the recession
You know the score in the morning man
Abhorring your yawning
(You want to see that girl's breasts at four in the morning)
And I got a girl, but if she let all of these whores in
I'd have four in the morning, pourin' the chlorine at four in the morning
Stealing and pouring, 'til I don't know the ceiling from flooring
And if I'm kneeling and clawing, lost my keys in an oar limb
???, so why they damn knocking on my door, like a Mormon at three in the morning, like?
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
Molly says Matt lives here,
But every pay day it's like Jack lives here, with six cases of beer
I'm a slave to that bottle bro, ain't change
You can find my name under "Do not serve" at my Bottle-O
Shit, Ain' even let my rent steep
I need like four bottles, at one ninety a week
Tell my landlord, his check will be there in spirit
I'm on the to-do list with Jack, Johnnie and Chivas
If sleep is the cousin of death,
Then passed out is the step, rather drunk and a mess
With gum on his breath, guzzling a tonne of regrets
And neither cousin will be coming until nothing is left
Money's like a new world, Imma hold it then drop it,
Now eat it, there's a hole in my pocket,
Or someone's stolen my wallet.
It pays interest in girls,
The more you earn, the more you lose
We live in the most simplest of worlds
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
Fresh, I'm poor and I'm broke, most sense of the word
An ex got rent, and it went to the birds
I spent it on her, and went to the bar,
and the rest on the breath test machine, because I'm taking the car
I, my silly beat that will keep me from going under
Yeah, that's wicked and all, just give me Triggy's number
But rather, re-doubting about the way that I feel
Because dirty money's still paying my bills, and that's real.
Grabbin and push, draggin a foot
Like cavemen draggin a puss
No money, no rent, no way, no bed
Moved out, I'm on the couch, top to toe with the vest
It's drinking all week, it's all of the money of the tour
It's rinse and repeat, given the Oars dis' for the morgue
It's beatin' that beach
Drunk til sun, like ???
Suck up and say "Babe", til she's saying "That's stupid"
The city skipped in, I had a bad pigger
Now I'm in the gutter, fuckin' broke
Half a smoke from a Winnie cigga
(Rhyme my blow???) last, but a jug glass
Other lines of coke, in my livin' time to soak pop
Scott, kind of bloke, passed out in the car
On the sun, cast out from the far
Near this, blast out from the calm
Like a child, squealing past
The thought that we could chase that feeling, Ha!
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
Like a ???, over this
Passed out on the lawn
Getting poked by the neighbour's keeper stick
Forgotten wallet, moss and lint
Rent money, that's dime, yeah I know where it is
I took it to the bar, and I invested in me
At the gentleman's club, in the stripper's G
You gotta see the bigger picture, a financial lesson,
I put it back in the economy to fight the recession
You know the score in the morning man
Abhorring your yawning
(You want to see that girl's breasts at four in the morning)
And I got a girl, but if she let all of these whores in
I'd have four in the morning, pourin' the chlorine at four in the morning
Stealing and pouring, 'til I don't know the ceiling from flooring
And if I'm kneeling and clawing, lost my keys in an oar limb
???, so why they damn knocking on my door, like a Mormon at three in the morning, like?
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
Molly says Matt lives here,
But every pay day it's like Jack lives here, with six cases of beer
I'm a slave to that bottle bro, ain't change
You can find my name under "Do not serve" at my Bottle-O
Shit, Ain' even let my rent steep
I need like four bottles, at one ninety a week
Tell my landlord, his check will be there in spirit
I'm on the to-do list with Jack, Johnnie and Chivas
If sleep is the cousin of death,
Then passed out is the step, rather drunk and a mess
With gum on his breath, guzzling a tonne of regrets
And neither cousin will be coming until nothing is left
Money's like a new world, Imma hold it then drop it,
Now eat it, there's a hole in my pocket,
Or someone's stolen my wallet.
It pays interest in girls,
The more you earn, the more you lose
We live in the most simplest of worlds
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
Fresh, I'm poor and I'm broke, most sense of the word
An ex got rent, and it went to the birds
I spent it on her, and went to the bar,
and the rest on the breath test machine, because I'm taking the car
I, my silly beat that will keep me from going under
Yeah, that's wicked and all, just give me Triggy's number
But rather, re-doubting about the way that I feel
Because dirty money's still paying my bills, and that's real.
Lyrics submitted by alterEgo
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Fortnight
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Lord Huron
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This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
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Hayalperest
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In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Mountain Song
Jane's Addiction
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Jane's Addiction vocalist Perry Farrell gives Adam Reader some heartfelt insight into Jane’s Addiction's hard rock manifesto "Mountain Song", which was the second single from their revolutionary album Nothing's Shocking. Mountain song was first recorded in 1986 and appeared on the soundtrack to the film Dudes starring Jon Cryer. The version on Nothing's Shocking was re-recorded in 1988.
"'Mountain Song' was actually about... I hate to say it but... drugs. Climbing this mountain and getting as high as you can, and then coming down that mountain," reveals Farrell. "What it feels to descend from the mountain top... not easy at all. The ascension is tough but exhilarating. Getting down is... it's a real bummer. Drugs is not for everybody obviously. For me, I wanted to experience the heights, and the lows come along with it."
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Gentle Hour
Yo La Tengo
Yo La Tengo
This song was originally written by a guy called Peter Gutteridge. He was one of the founders of the "Dunedin Sound" a musical scene in the south of New Zealand in the early 80s. From there it was covered by "The Clean" one of the early bands of that scene (he had originally been a member of in it's early days, writing a couple of their best early songs). The Dunedin sound, and the Clean became popular on american college radio in the mid to late 80s. I guess Yo La Tengo heard that version.
Great version of a great song,
Fixed some problems, still cant figure out the 3rd line of the chorus
We twist the lock like Romero's Grabbin and push, draggin a foot Like cavemen draggin a puss No money, no rent, no way, no bed Moved out, I'm on the couch, top to toe with the vest It's drinking all week, it's all of the money of the tour It's rinse and repeat, given the Oars dis' for the morgue It's beatin' that beach Drunk til sun, like Gary Busey Suck up and say "Babe", til she's saying "That's stupid"
The city skipped in, I had a bad pigger Now I'm in the gutter, fuckin' broke Half a smoke from a Winnie cigga (Rhyme my blow???) last, but a jug glass Other lines of coke, give my liver time to soak pop Scott, kind of bloke, passed out in the car On the sun, cast out from the far Near this, blast out from the calm Like a child, squealing past The thought that we could chase that feeling, Ha!
[Chorus:] I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be
Like a account over drawn (sheet?), over this Passed out on the lawn Getting poked by the neighbour's keeper stick Forgotten wallet, moss and lint Rent money, that's gone, yeah I know where it is I took it to the bar, and I invested in me At the gentleman's club, in the stripper's G You gotta see the bigger picture, a financial lesson, I put it back in the economy to fight the recession
You know the score in the morning man Abhorring your yawning (You want to see that girl's breasts at four in the morning) And I got a girl, but if she let all of these whores in I'd have four in the morning, pourin' the chlorine at four in the morning Stealing and pouring, 'til I don't know the ceiling from flooring And if I'm kneeling and clawing, lost my keys in an oar limb(blows), so why they damn knocking on my door, like a Mormon at three in the morning, like?
[Chorus:] I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be
Molly says Matt lives here, But every pay day it's like Jack lives here, with six cases of beer I'm a slave to that bottle bro, ain't change You can find my name under "Do not serve" at my Bottle-O Shit, Ain' even let my rent steep I need like four bottles, at one ninety a week Tell my landlord, his check will be there in spirit I'm on the to-do list with Jack, Johnnie and Chivas
If sleep is the cousin of death, Then passed out is the step, rather drunk and a mess With gum on his breath, guzzling a tonne of regrets And neither cousin will be coming until nothing is left Money's like a new world, Imma hold it then drop it, Now eather, there's a hole in my pocket, Or someone's stolen my wallet. It pays interest in girls, The more you earn, the more you lose We live in the most simplest of worlds
[Chorus:] I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be
Fresh, I'm poor and I'm broke, most sense of the word An ex got rent, and it went to the birds I spent it on her, and went to the bar, and the rest on the breath test machine, because I'm taking the car I, my silly beat that will keep me from going under Yeah, that's wicked and all, just give me Triggy's number But rather, re-doubting about the way that I feel Because dirty money's still paying my bills, and that's real.