For Ethel, the American Dream offers no clear way out. Those who pursue it are made to sacrifice; those who do not are haunted by disillusionment. Being an American Teenager, then, is inextricable from growing up under an illusion.
In Just, the self is fractured, lonely, haunted. Though there are many pains the person being addressed experiences, the unflinching belief that they have brought it upon themselves is perhaps the most cruel, is what it means to ‘do it to yourself'
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Being dumb, for Kurt, is a kind of luxury where he’s free from, or at least oblivious to, the pains of knowledge, sensitivity, and life in general. Being dumb affords a moment of reprieve. Even if it’s not true happiness, being dumb can make us believe it is, and maybe that’s enough
Yesss finally got to do a Nirvana episode. Feel free to send me song recs
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These really are just some thoughts, mostly about fate and art, that I've been thinking about. In the shower, on a walk, whatever.
Bit of a break from the lyrical stuff since I've been procrastinating. The world is pretty crazy right now so I guess I'm being a bit optimistic
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Goddess mourns the loneliness of being put on a pedestal at the expense of being worshipped but not loved, intimate but not seen
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Billie doesn’t definitively answer the question of ‘What Was I Made For?’. Instead, she offers that, if anything, we’re all made for the capacity to feel happiness and to feel in general. It is that same capacity that makes Barbie human, too, physically and metaphorically breaking out of the box her creators put her in.
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Noah lingers in the in-betweens of heartbreak; between anger and blame, between pieces of himself, between dreaming and numbing. Vermont’s stick season is as bleak and lonely as his heartbreak. Even so, this period is only transitory as stick season is just that: a season
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In painful self-awareness, Olivia sings of the self-destructive ways we try to feel a sense of control over our lives. But that sense of control is only temporary, whereas the consequences of our actions seem to haunt us for much longer. Worst of all is the grief of realising that we are the ones orchestrating it all, or the ones 'making the bed'
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Phoebe sings of an emotional nausea born from the violent swirl of feelings after heartbreak. The overwhelm pushes Phoebe into the numbing core at the center of all the noise, which ceases to stop any of it, only sinking her deeper until she is tempted to surrender
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My Love Mine All Mine is a quiet song about a quiet power, love. For Mitski, love is a sacred, eternal, binding force in the wake of mortality, our materialistic society, and the ephemerality of life
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Bags holds the unbearable tension of situationships, the liminal space amplifying our doubts and desires. Confessing bears a cost: rejection, or worse, mockery. But so does holding back.
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Saturn is a desperate chant for what feels like the furthest place from Earth. This modern world is chaotic and 'all…terrible', but what SZA is really trying to escape isn’t the world— it’s her own mind
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Norman F*cking Rockwell feels like one long, resigned sigh. Lana stays with this 'man child' despite the irrationality and emotional volatility of the relationship. Because even if he colors her life blue, at least there is color.
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Good Luck Babe! is a warning: you can't lie to yourself – at least not forever. The truth will always catch up to us; sometimes it will be too late. Especially in the queer context, sexuality can be suppressed, but never erased – and this suppression harbors its own consequences.
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Please Please Please is both a pledge and a warning to Sabrina's lover. Her deeper fears are woven through controlled, often playful vocal delivery. Yet, Sabrina does not love despite these fears, but with and through them. It is through her courage in naming, and therefore owning these vulnerabilities, that she takes back the reins of control.
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Hey guys I was sick when I recorded this, mb if you might hear some sniffs that I missed when I was editing
Ivy is as much a song about memory as it is about love. Frank dreams of a version of the past that does not exist anymore, and might never have, yet aches for it anyway. This song mirrors the mind, dipping into the past and the present in a continuous dance. Although not without tension from the starker present, the song preserves Frank's version of the past, making the song a memory in and of itself.
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