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i just think when hozier said “imagine being loved by me” and also when taylor swift said “i know my love should be celebrated”…
Pleaseeee tell mee its not just me who has realised this BUT OH MY DAYS the amount of new music that has come out this year and new changes like noah kahan, the crane wives the new singer of linkin park, ALEX WARREN and hozier like i am getting feed this year with music
Im loving all this mew music and they are bangers as well
Hozier Edit - Money
Hozier Edit - King of the Fall
My mom pronounces Hozier as ‘Hoosier’. It makes my brain tick and amuses me at the same time. Gonna give her the rights to just call him Andrew at this point.
Patrick Zweig is the embodiment of It Will Come Back by Hozier.
"imagine being loved by me."
Hozier, "Talk" from Wasteland, Baby! [2019]
wait, they don’t love you like i love you
Take Me To Church by Hozier is JonElias coded.
im not sorry and idc, argue with the wall or your hand or something, bc i am not accepting criticism on this.
like come on, y’all, those lyrics!!!
that's not cliché
psssst... add that Florence + The Machine song to that playlist. Add that Hozier song. Add that Mitski song. Add that popular bop. Someone's art touched you to your core and relates to you, as it did with millions of other people
that's not cliché
that's the fucking human experience, gorgeous
hozier did not write the entire wasteland baby album to be called the too sweet guy.
Does anyone know Would That I 's official lyrics? Because everytime I look at site/lyric video/comment, it says something different. This part is especially confusing:
Must be felled for to fight the cold
I fretted fire but that was long ago
Two Friends on the Shore of Long Island by Devin Leonardi // Blood by Hozier
Starry Night Over the Rhône by Vincent van Gogh // Better Love by Hozier
oh, to be standing in the middle of a dark forest clearing at 2 in the morning, the trees whispering around you, the innate sense that something is watching making your skin prickle, the light of the waning moon filtering through the tall tall trees, a solitary owl hooting an accompaniment to your voice, belting take me to church like you have nothing to lose.