Hozier - Blog Posts
inspired by “In A Week” by Hozier
Me: when I get to uni I'll be productive and work hard
Also me: messaging a girl and listening to hozier instead of listening to the lecture
Ok so rant time i love love Hozier he’s literally a lyrical genius, especially with one of his MOST UNDERRATED SONGS EVER, son of Nyx. Ok so Son of Nyx is one of his songs on his newest Album, Unreal Unearth. The whole premise of the album absolutely AMAZING and so so creative. If y’all don’t know, unreal unearth is an album representing the 7 circles of hell. Every song fits into a different ring and ajanbddj the way he represents this concept is so new and cool. So Son if Nyx is such an interesting song if you reslly look into it. The song is super different than the rest of his songs, it’s more of a classical whimsical piece with no almost no words than some echos of other songs on the album. The concept however makes sense for this. Nyx is such a highly stigmatized entity due to her being associated with the dark and monsters, so it would make sense that a son of such a goddess would be different than his peers so such a different fits perfectly!!! Not only is that so creative but the ring of hell that this song falls into is Heretics. Heretics is when a person disagrees or doesn’t fit in with generally acceptable ideals WHICH MAKES SO MUCH SENSE FOR A SON OF NYX, A PERSON WHOS VERY EXISTANCE WOULD GO AGAINST ACCEPTED NORMS OF THE WORLD. Also the song being so different than the rest of his songs ALSO IS THEREFORE NOT FITTING IN AND REPRESENTS HERETIC SO WELL
me, after finally attending Hozier concert preceded by years of waiting, in the prospect of finding some new life meaning, which fact is just now dawning on me:
HOZIER PRAGUE 2023
Guys please tell me somebody recorded Take Me to Church during the last Hozier concert in Prague. It was absolutely amazing and heart-shattering, and I have recordings of literally all the other songs, but my phone failed me for this one. Please save me, or I'll grieve until the next time I'll be at a live show of Hozier (and who knows if that will ever happen at all).
I get Mary Key in the way that I want my whole body to be tattooed with song lyrics
When Hozier said
No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her
and Mahmoud Darwish said
speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life
Dark academia playlist
it has both lyrical and classical!
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Hozier perfoming in Brisbane, Australia
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Hozier via his socials
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A while back I saw a Hozier related post about people simplifying Hozier’s lyrics and as an example of songs that are actually just about naughty stuff they gave Butchered Tongue.
Butchered Tongue. The song SO clearly about Ireland being colonised and his relationship with the Irish language.
“As a young man blessed to pass so many road signs and have my foreign ear made fresh again on each unlikely sound” is him reading signs in Irish.
“The ears were chopped from young men if the pitch cap didn’t kill them. They are buried without scalp in the shattered bedrock of our home” Irish men being killed, having their ears cut of and having their scalp cut off.
Ireland is probably the only country in Europe that has been colonised. They have been fighting for their rights for centuries and you wanna write this song of as “just about sex”????
I'm too gay for my history class our teacher is having us introduce ourselves, what we did this summer, and our favorite song and I introduced myself with I did my summer and my favorite song is swans upon leda and HE PLAYED IT CAUSE HE DIDNT KNOW WHAT IT WAS
it's a little sad that people expect songs to always reflect the lives of the lyricist and not a sign of the lyricist's strong imagination.
you don't know mitski. you don't know hozier. kate bush did not witness a murder of a hammer horror star and take their role as the hunchback of notre dame (it would be fun if she did though)
- cherry wine is about domestic abuse. it’s now called a cute proposal song.
- too sweet is about seizing the day and ignoring healthy habits in favor of having more fun with unhealthy ones. he’s actively critical of himself in the song. it’s now called a song about thinking you’re superior for drinking black coffee.
- take me to church is about worship as a metaphor for sex. it’s called a religious song.
- eat your young is a song about war and political greed. it’s called a song about sex.
- now, the strongly political message of nobody’s soldier is being ignored in favor of calling it a metaphor for hozier’s relationship with his fans.
when are we going to stop simplifying hozier’s music down to cute little cottagecore bogman forest music? maybe you dont want to hear this but i don’t care. quit listening to hozier for the aesthetic. there’s a reason why empire now, foreigner’s god, butchered tongue, etc. songs with unignorable political messages are among his least popular songs.
Also. I am pretty sure that the desc of swan upon leda music lyric video has hozier confirming that he is donating for womens healthcare and abortion healthcare.
King shit.
just saw hozier live and he thanked everyone for using their hard earned money to come see him and support him. yeah you would never find taylor having that sentiment.
for reference my ticket was 80 dollars.
the cheapest ticket i found for taylor’s upcoming show was 549 dollars. (i compared multiple third party sellers)
and i haven’t even mentioned how all art is political. and how hozier chooses to uplift ceasefires. he encouraged us to contact our u.s. representatives. how is opener (a black queer person) thanked hozier for creating a world where it’s safe for her.
Yeah. I love some of Taylor Swift songs but she isn't as driven by activism or political correctness as hozier AT ALL. Hozier uses art in its most superior way- to not only make others feel, but bring whatever little change he can.
What else do you expect from a guy whose every third song is about feminist ideals, fuck capitalism or worship women, hm?
just saw hozier live and he thanked everyone for using their hard earned money to come see him and support him. yeah you would never find taylor having that sentiment.
for reference my ticket was 80 dollars.
the cheapest ticket i found for taylor’s upcoming show was 549 dollars. (i compared multiple third party sellers)
and i haven’t even mentioned how all art is political. and how hozier chooses to uplift ceasefires. he encouraged us to contact our u.s. representatives. how is opener (a black queer person) thanked hozier for creating a world where it’s safe for her.
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petition for “that’s just wasteland, baby” to become the new “it be like that sometimes” like/reblog to sign
i really wish i hadn’t charmed my therapist
maybe i wouldn’t be sitting in the position if i had
i wanted her approval just as much as anyone else’s
so i lied and cried at the right parts
reeling her in until-
snatch.
“this is not your fault”
but you see sarah,
it is.
all of it is.
but if i reveal my tactic of manipulation
my whole facade will come crumbling down
and you’ll begin to realize that i am not the victim of my own story
i’ve been pulling the right strings and moving the right pawns
but again, here i am
wishing i didn’t have to lie to you
because right now. i need you.
-sundayafternoonsedentary
searching for warmth when you are the only life to be found is maddening
ravenous hands clawing at any ounce of heat
only to find your body slashed and your fingers bloody
colder do the nights get as your being disintegrates
slipping into nothingness
the once lively body etched with scars
remains indefinitely reaching for the love of another
make me a goddess
shaped out of pure divinity
mold my features so that they appear to kiss the setting sun
search my soul with eyes full of lust, love and wondering
so sweetly set me on your pedestal
displaying my celestial substance for all of the mortal beings to gaze upon
I should’ve jumped when the ball-point pen across the room started scribbling
scratching the surface of a worn down notepad
hovering over it, I saw my name
in bolded letters I read the word ALONE
how dare a mystery writer reach into my soul
ripping out my deepest feeling
addressing it like you would the day’s weather
I would’ve complained, if there were anyone to hear me speak
the invisible critic marked another word
AFRAID
my hand connected with the paper as an arrow pointed to my destroyed nail beds
I guess the analysis wasn’t wrong as I drew back my shaky hands
i’ve dreamed of death countless times
oh how i wish to not have woken up in the last moments before my demise
the sweet seconds before a forever peace are whispering to me
taunting me to stumble into deaths eternal embrace
how beautiful is it to be lonely
whenever the air you breathe has only been touched by your lungs
the emptiness in the echo behind your screams
thoughts to be sorted in the cavern of your cranium
how beautiful is it to be by yourself